Objectification

Freud said it best
and all of us believe it
that you sistas
envy us brothers,
and it was all
because of our penis

this penis
thinking on its own
often destroying homes
infused with testosterone
running like a mad man
even destroying his own

this penis
big, black, or my case honey brown penis
brings domination to black homes while
beating wives into submission
and children, love is missing
‘cause “i’m the man of this house
and i’ll swing a big stick to prove it.”
black eyes blue
and rib’s almost broke as
life seeps away
with black hands
on black throats.

that penis
engages in power struggles
head to head
in corporate boardrooms
resulting in modern day
Watergates, Enron, and MicroSoft gloom
and poor men
minimum wage-hued
are left in unemployment lines
as swinging sticks
smoke cigars
in poker played
back rooms.

that penis
truly the heart’s cock-block
keeping you lover for loving- emotionally
‘cause physicality has the heart
she wants feel love but
he hits and quits – lust
and she’s left to feel empty while
he’s satisfied with heartless thrusts

full of perversion
and stolen lives lived
wives beaten into submission
innocent, anal ripped deals
So…is this penis
testosterone filled
really the cause for envy?

Her Eyes Seduced Me

We lock eyes….and she seduces me

As I look into her eyes
all that seems important is trivial now.

there is no deadline to meet, no meeting to run to, no project to think of.

Because Her eyes are where the skies meet the sea
The sudden subtle change from the lighter
Shade that, though bent, can go on forever
To the partition of inflected darkness
Hiding secrets the world wouldn’t care about anyway
But I do…

Then there are the specks of gold
The sun reaching down to graze the surface with unbelievable tenderness
Seeming to drive deep, still seeming to float
On the Surface, yet welling up from within
Some silhouette of her amazing light
And I’m blinded…

Because she seduced me….with just her eyes

Satiation

We all see homeless people and bums out on the street. Although we feel for them or sometimes wince at their stench or even talk about them, have you ever had the chance to think about how they got there....

Can I have some more?
Can you spare a dime?
Yeah you can walk past me, and its fine
But have you ever took the time, to look past the grime
To question the reason why I am homeless?
The reasons why my satiation has yet to be filled
And why I still have the urge to beg you?

Yes, I’m human just like you,
And although the clothes and stench may have you fooled
The truth is that I was ONCE in your shoes
But do you have any idea of how it feels to have everything taken away from you?
Blessed to have a family and a job,
To come home to a home cooked meal and alleviate my child’s sobs…
To hear the stories of my family’s day,
The 100 on the spelling test and the game winning catch at the little league game
The raise received at work, and the cries of my daughter who can’t find a date yet for the prom
Thought life couldn’t get any better
Until that fateful day when it happened to me
On March 28th 1993
My family was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Succumbed to wounds of a collision
And no they weren’t under my provision
Because it was under my suspicion
That once 6pm Friday hit….something was wrong
I found out my family was gone………and I lost it

I LOST IT ALL!!!!
My family, my life…..my mind…..everything
After my release from the asylum, my lease was up, my job was too….and my belongings belonged to someone else….
So I began bathing in a nearby pond,
Eating food at places that I wasn’t too fond
And trying to receive clothes from nearby charity bonds
And seeing people slowly abscond
Just to remain afloat
But see, when you have nothing in your possession
And no support to lean on,
The possibilities of a second chance is remote
So, Mr. Gates, can YOU spare a dime, although you have trillions
And can You Mr. Athlete help out a fan, although you have millions……I THOUGHT SO
Ostracized by society because I didn’t meet the societal norm
And I truly have seen how my education didn’t mean SHIT…if you can’t walk in an interview without a pressed suit.
I really thought things would get better
Save for my only possessions…..$10.00, a Metrocard, a pair of jeans and this blue sweater

So….once again…have you thought about how I’m feeling right now
How I am surviving, how I maintain, how I’m just getting by
This dollar has meant more to me than ever before
And IM TIRED of being turned around by closed doors
Running from place to place for satiation in the winter
If you were me, you would never take anything for granted
Because although the life that you live may be enchanted
Even Cinderella’s coach turned back into a pumpkin
No I’m not like this because I’m lazy,
Nor do I say all of this because I’m crazy
But because my future seems hazy….
In these streets, taking it day by day.
No one to help me and falling asleep to the rattling sounds of
The change that is in my cup
But…..until that times comes,
Where God can see my full potential, and I can live just fine….

Can I get some more?......Can you spare a dime?