foreign policy: reject the aff

We are quite the opposites
Sometimes it seemed we were nations apart
Your country’s history and mines
Didn’t collide, But met like ends
I was looking for a treaty
To infatuatedly create our foreign policy
Interested in your GDP, and infrastructure
I became literate in your tongue
(More figurative than I hoped)
Not to impress you but to understand you
Emotions don’t get lost in translation
But still I learned you language
To learn how you love and felt love
But I’m feeling this (speechless moment)
Like my WMD aren’t meant to be discovered
in your territories
Prior obligations with other nations
and my country is too barbaric
so there’s no foreign policy to address
just nations, we’re just nations

different lover

I am a different lover
From when you first thought of me
The first image was too exposed
The next was us severing
The arsonist’s tree with our names carved in
Eventually burned down
With more seeds to plant
I was exploring more ground
But im a different lover now
No seeds to see grow
Because when I moved on
- My steps were irreversible
And now there’s a new etching
In a new location
Closer to my heart
Further from my past

Dear You:

Lets keep this a secret
Pinky promises with our hands
Full of things we’re achieving
Our goals should be warned
We’re closing in on them
They’re trapped in a corner
But I don’t want to playback
My payback, just the moment
I knew I would make it
I'm embracing right now
In my hands forever
Seeing clouds
That are keeping the Xon fresh
Worlds may little note
But I'm off-key
So others remembering
Are Game-boys for offspring
Not into extra
Just completion
And even though we’re
Not each others reasons
Beacons are being followed
Lines are being crossed
we're winning

love poem #2

Haven't seen you in weeks
-writings poems
-youre my muse

Can you call me "baby"

talent, minds, and hand grenades

a 2 year old climbs on top of a chair
smiles and jumps down, classic
primal behavior
even harlots become martyrs
when their lack of achievement
sounds like stardom
me
Im just trying to make it
but the me in me
wants more
money to buy the store but cant afford
what’s in stored
the price to be admired
makes memories out of trial
so im in line for the fountain
my mind knows im thirsty
drink up
work in the morning
dont drink too much
but you want aggressive
and this is two hand touch

men wear t-shirts with affliction
hell, they all going to hell
pursuit of presence
is spiritual negligence
and partitions the perdition
pardon my de la soul
mr Wendell dont have ringtones
and these by gones
be by God
makes these guns
shot by goons
sound so coon
and its in my moments of being medicated
or more socially affiliated
that keep my meditations abbreviated
revelations as half statements
i write in incomplete synthesis
and my audience left at lost

Lov(her) Deux

I found it in her eyes.
What I was looking for.

There’s something to love about a “yes.”
Simple. Realistic. Giving.

I found it in her eyes.
The want to please.
The want to be respected.

We bloomed in the January of our bond,
Pollinated by newness
And what lied in a kiss.

I was anticipating winter
Or splintering summer,
But we remembered January.

It snows in January
But we lived beyond time,
Seasons can frustrate impulse,
Thus we lived in January.

Even when time tempted,
Circumstance panhandled for change,
when we didn’t seem to blossom,
And others said to plant more-


Seasons changed,

But our month stayed the same.
Warred on every
side, except my back
you had it like my heart.


writer’s note: loyalty is under appreciated.

(Longer) Sleeves

we couldnt become lovers
because my arms felt different to you
you're armageddon left me stranded
holding on to thin air
i fell
into knowing you

your mockery made me persistent
and this antithesis
became my rite of passage
although many of my brothers
died in its process

i was blessed at conception
anointed at entrance
into this rotating schema of matter
but someone shot the stork

i now wear its feathers where
angels wore them till worn
out, im now aware that the ware
i've become is different
than the other beings molded

hoping it makes me a target
i now wear my blood on my sleeve
red eye photos remain uncircumcised
circulating through heaven
while peter sips night from the little dipper

attending gate keepers and alcoholics synonymous
he had a problem with the first step
I dont, but I'm not better
my admitting was not admittance
into your heaven  
but was relief into contentment
and communion with unleavened
 -emotions

I hear God is protecting me from you
I'll let him
I hear he has plans to go old school
80's end times and all
the only sport with 122,000 on one team
and folks are still auditioning
tryout posted on handouts
by niggas in togas

or in long basketball shorts
with fitted caps
making these cd's replace crack
personally
I dont thinks its working

And...
so quickly
I fell in air
and you're still hatin on my arms

trick, do you know who i am
my means betray my me-ness

I once drove this taurus
to see twins who managed to get rid of crabs.

who else rocks A1's, folk-music ringtones
repents, preaches, poets, and been picked up
to get locked out

and you cant get passed my arms

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Love Poem #1

this jaded black skin
- kiss
- touch

How does it feel?

Im threatening (brought to you by the letter y)

im not angry
Im black `

whats become synonymous with one of my cultures
has created cults based on anonymity and enmity
yet we are no more homogenized than artistry

i love your boxes
i have a few of my own

whats become of stereotypes are our expectations
so now what legitimizes our autonomy as equity
is repossessed by mental infancy and bigotry

Cold press

lets not talk about love no more
its sick, the sadism is saddening
and the ramifications are permanent
the love we write about aint happenin
lets become prolific and simple
the complications of this birth
is shaping our earth
and the pen aint worth the verse
i once pricked my finger
to write about love
because thats all that seems to matter
work for some,
sports for other
politics and religion for the rest
and we're all sleepless over love
so lets talk about something else

redeeming quality

Im into her
Like permanent ink
Fitted
New era
Where the
Origin looks like tempura
But its collard greens
And green beans
And even more
American than
We’d think

But, she’s in my head
Like a place to rest her head
No need for her to move
Because the room
Stays cool,
And the linens fresh
Playing Lennon’s best
I am where I am
Because
She kept her step

And then, she’s what I remember
Like California nights in summer
everyone dances
but she loves the drummer
and she loves the humor
and I was afraid of rumors
so I keep her distant
in fact, lets remain
silent (shhh)

But I’m into HIM
cause HE wanted me
despite my hers and shes
however complicated
HIS patience was waiting
to be activated
so Grace could
have me reinstated
and at the end of every poem
becomes my
REDEEMING QUALITY

attraction

i'm attracted
to her
i cant turn my eyes
from the sun

but this attraction
is only a detraction
from the caption
at the bottom of
the big picture
my name is not mentioned

does your mind
photo shop like mines
airbrushing your image
were it isn't

but
what if my aspiration
are symptoms of
admiration
then my intention
could be treated by
occasion or separation

my taste has altered
but my plate has kept me full