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| Poems
Poems must be written niggas acknowledged in poems—good niggas bad ass niggas …Gerald’s smooth chocolate chest kissable to my lips… …Aaron’s fist like a hammer broke my ego… Poems must be political about war about niggas at war Your nigga, my nigga must be in a poem. Niggas rest in graves, live in poems Your black eye must be in a poem. The train you pulled at the spa, must be pulled through a poem When you pull your dick out of an asshole pull a poem out too As you deep throat, gag on a poem If you’re tipping strippers turn their neon g-strings into haikus—like this Full neon g-string trembling before my brown eyes my mouth opens wide Turn a haughty nigga who would not have you into Japanese verse Lick the ink off his skin He at home thinking that tickling in his ass is the crabs but it’s you casting spells with your ink, paper, and tongue. Your trip to the postcard pretty hills must be captured in verse Write sonnets to you licking sperm off the bookstore floor Make them worthy of English Lit 400 Leave lines for the baldheaded Profs to dissect into iambic whatever When he wrote Jackhammers all over my ass was meant to be a metaphor for his migraines not sex Naw Professor he meant DICK! I was one of his jackhammers Let your poems spark debates and fistfights pay the salaries of English teachers make a young nigga’s dick hard and make an old man remember when he used to write poems and write poems all night. |
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