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Can I live?

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Can I live as you do

Can I breathe the air too

Is okay to let me be?

Why is it a crime to just be me?

Everyday I wake up to a new headline

The cops were called to stop a crime

The charges are starting to stack!

Your ass is guilty of being black

I’m guilty of being black?

Because of my melanin I’m under attack?

I’m just trying to study here, how is that wrong?

This is just a new verse in the Jim Crow song

I don’t owe you an explanation, you’re causing a disturbance

I’m calling the cops as a form of white reassurance

You threaten me, dark one who did not wave!

Having you arrested is the only way we’ll be saved

Saved? More like send me to an early grave/

You called the abusive, bold, and the brave

I know all cops aren’t bad, but some fear me

I did nothing wrong can’t you see!

You presence is wrong, why are you in this Waffle House?/

You’re causing havoc you degenerate louse/

I can only assume you’re here to deal drugs and gang bang/

Bet you won’t be so insubordinate when those gun shots rang!/

Why is this escalating what did I do?

Does it bother you that I do the same activities as you?/

I’m just trying to live my life!

Your start to make me wish I brought my knife!/

What was that nigger? You making threats!/

You should’ve stayed on your corner shooting dice and making bets!/

You better not move, your existence I do detest/

Don’t make me break you nigger, you’re under arrest!/

You’re gonna arrest me for being black?

You’ll kill me for fighting back!

If I raise my voice I’ll be choked

If I ask for help, those would be the last words I spoke/

You damn right, you don’t belong here!

I’ll kill you to go home safe, not out of fear!

I’m calling for back up you are a danger

Nothing good will come from your black anger!

What emotion do you expect me to have?

This will be all over social media and you clansmen will just laugh!

I’m not even allowed to exist

It is rage, when you can be killed for not trying to resist!

got your call for back up, detain this nigger

I don’t trust his shadowy figure!

He has a gun! Fire all your rounds

Don’t stop until he’s lying there making those gasping sounds!

Check his gagging corpse, look for the drugs!

I got nothing, plant some around the slugs

Another job well done/

Be sure that in the report we say he had a gun

Murdered for being black

Just add the file to the growing stack

I will go unnamed and unheard of

My soul forced to float above

Can I live as you do?

Can I breath the air too?

Is it okay to let me be

Why is it a crime to be me?

Poetic Ice

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Drink to forget

Pour up the medicine to ease the pain

While listening to that Sunday rain

Simply trying to drink away the things that drive you insane

Pour it up to only sadly realize

That whiskey only intensifies your cries

That pain only perpetually lives and dies

You drink to forget, but you only remember

Now you’re getting drunk off your memories of December

-Poetic Ice

My brother’s keeper 

I am my brother’s keeperA broad term we’ve made much deeper/

Times like this bring about rage/

But I will always be here to help you turn that page/

It’s okay to miss that angel of love/

But be happy that hero is soaring above/

If you need my shoulder can carry tears/

My ears can bear your fears/

You are allowed any emotion whether shallow or deeper/

I’ll defend that right, because I’m my brother’s keeper

-Poetic Ice

Much love to my brother and his family!

Trying to deal…


Sometimes when I close my eyes, I see
Amid the darkness I’m reminded

The images won’t let me be

I’ve yet to find the strength to bind it

Some days I’m stuck in an infinite loop

Being reminded of my helplessness 

It’s depressing enough to make me join a group/

But would that help my mental fitness?

I just stood there that day.

Internally screaming 

I fought hard to keep tears at bay 

Internally reaching

How do I completely move ahead

Part of me is still there

Part of me is dead

Now I’m emotionally volatile, is that fair?

The Father and The Son

The father and the son
I watched you

From behind

Then over your shoulder

Then from your side

You pushed me

To step ahead of you

You infused me with

Pride

Sarcasm

Empathy 

Determination

You made me into the chosen on

The only one

Proudly I hold the title of only son

I fought for your name

I wear it across my heart

But am I worthy?

You were a deity 

Moving earth

Wielding flames

Controlling the sky

You were a king

Your orders rang through the halls

Our castle shook at your power

Am I worthy?

The prince who was promised 

That’s how you treated me

The prince destined for greatness

That’s what you told me

The prince with no choice to prosper

That’s what I am.

No that’s what I was

Now I have to brandish the crown

As a king

 I have to stand tall as you make the angels sing

No choice but to make you proud

Are you watching

No choice but to go farther

Will you be watching

No choice but to succeed

I know you’re watching 

I can see you every time I look in the mirror 

Its like you never left me

That’s why I clench my fists in rage sometimes

I am you

You are me

We are one

The father and the son

Venom 


Pick up that needle girl, grab your ink
I need you girl, more than you think

Tattoo my heart girl, but go through my vein

Put your venom in me and ease my pain

Just give it all to me

I’ll take it all for free

Blur my vision girl, let your venom take the reigns

Control my soul girl, without you I’m insane

You fuel my soul girl that much is true

That’s why I’m dying for another taste of you

Just give it all to me

I’ll take it all for free

Please baby your poison is my power

I need another hit every hour

Tattoo my heart baby and ease my pain

Control my soul with your ink in my veins
-Poetic Ice

Seraphim of theft

The angel of death

More like the seraphim of theft 

You stole from me you omnipotent crook

Leaving my soul shook

But I’ve had time to cry 

I’m no longer shy

I’m standing firm to ask you why?

And with all the rage in me wish I could make you die!

Since I know I can’t rewrite the past

It won’t be swift and fast

You stole my family, in heaven they’ll stay

But it’s long been time for you to pay!

Brandish your scythe and raise it high

Prepare thy self specter the end is nigh 

As I put on brass knuckles I wonder if you draw breath

Only because I want to watch it leave you as I beat you to death!

There isn’t one molecule in you I don’t want to obliterate

With ever ounce of power I can generate 

I’d battle you not knowing if I could succeed

But I wouldn’t be pleased until I see you bleed

I’d feed your blood to the earth

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, truly a sacrifice of some worth

I know I’m venting for clarity

But I hope the angel of death suffers for all eternity.
Poetic ice