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

I like it a lot. Normally, I'm a fan of the clutch, but this man purse is amazing.

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These are so DOPE

Uncircumcised

its scary how naked the truth makes us
uncut - the truth lies amongst us

they were cut into kosher
we are cut into culture
become posters of the thoughts they fostered
our minds are in pursuit
of a dream of being them
the cutters

the gate keepers
to a pseudo, whatever
     you make it out to be

what are we fighting to get into
the dress to fit into
the legs to get between
whose lips are we waiting to be pressed
up against

are they impressed
those legs, lips, hips, body
are they impressed
with our gate keeper position

i find love in the uncircumcised
the uncut
those with whom the blade couldn't
phase or alter or adjust
passion is raw and beautiful

but you've been told my passion
is ugly and worthless
so you keep me at your gate
but i never asked for entry
just removal of your tapestry

let me like you
let us like you

love is so foreign and unexplainable
liking should be enjoyed more
but your impressions force me to love
never admiring
because the real you is never showing

Chris Rock- Crackers (A parody of Outkast's Hey Ya)

grrr