Beautiful Black Woman (Revised)

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Unrequited

Am I complicating matters

by jumping in the batter?

Or do I make the batter better

by being in your mix?

 

I can’t fix what’s going on in your life.

I am torn by the feelings that I have for you.

 

As my word is my bond,

I pretend this other man

that you have in your life

is somehow worthy of you

when this dude is just trifling.

 

In my view, he’s dragging you

through emotional mud.

He takes everything you do

for him for granted.

 

He does not deserve you,

yet I refuse to put him on blast

since that would hurt you,

but eventually you’ll catch his @ss.

‘Til then, I play with silly women

while he plays on a queen,

blurring your vision with his venom

until you put a bullet in him.

Hey, a brotha can dream.

 

Yes, I do hate this player,

but I won’t player-hate.

That is a basic man-law

that I’m unwilling to break.

I’ll just wait,

and tally up all the mistakes

that he makes.

Listening as over time you

recognize he’s a snake.

 

I’ve debated pros and cons

about putting you on,

but refrained from doing so

unsure of how you’d respond.

Would that pull us together,

or destroy what exists?

Then decide there too much risk,

so I button my lips

and keep my peace,

praying that this bullsh!t will cease.

Keep reinforcing your denial

of the fact that he creeps while you sleep.

Never revealing that my feelings run deeper

than you’ve ever known,

because I’m in your friend zone.

 

-HymnAgen

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What is Love?

Love,

what are you, really?

An inkling?

A vibe?

A stirring inside

my being

when my loins

and my third eye

find themselves agreeing

with my heart

instead of seeking

their own interest?

I must confess:

You perplex me,

even vex me at times.

Often stressed me

over the years,

yet I’ve embraced you

every time that you appeared

along my journey.

Although you’ve burned me

more than I care to remember,

I’m that sucker for you

who always surrenders

to you whims.

You’ve coerce me with their skins.

Under duress, I’ve given in

Time, and time, and time,

and time again.

Cleaving to the hope that I might win

at your game.

You sick sadist!

Inflicting pain

every time I sought the comfort of your

pleasure in girls’ treasures!

I guess that makes me a masochist,

enjoying your perversions.

I turned my back on lust for you

when lust never left me hurting.

Lust doesn’t have your pathologies.

When lust leaves, it never bothers me.

Lust has never promised me

happily-ever-afters,

then reneged haughtily with, “Psych!” –

mocking me with laughter.

Still, I always leave

the porch light on at night

and the door ajar –

an open invitation to my heart.

I’m like a Christian still believing

without proof that you exist.

In everything outside religion and love

only the fools do this.

So love, what are you, really?

A gift?

A curse?

A truth?

A lie?

I say you’re all of the above

When felt, you are proof I am ALIVE.

-HymnAgen

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Where is the Compassion?

So what can I say about Ray?

 

Dude fvcked up,

 

but got me thinking about Janay

and all these folks

calling her stupid ‘cause she stayed.

 

Y’all are useless.

 

If dude is truly abusive,

in what way

does calling her stupid support her?

 

Misguided or not

she’s in love with this man. Has a daughter

with this man

who she’s known since they were young.

 

There is NO LOVE for her in calling her dumb,

 

but there is empathy in holding YOUR tongue,

restraining YOUR compulsion to type

some harsh criticism about the love of her life

criticisms that might be true,

 

nonetheless,

they can cut like a knife to the flesh;

I’m sure she don’t need that mess.

 

Homegirl needs time to reflect –

see what’s best for her and her daughter, stressed-less

by instagrams and tweets

from random people who treat

these websites like soapboxes

and preach then go gossip.

Why not instead stick your head in the ground like an ostrich?

(or even your tongue in a socket…your choice, with your phoney @sses! )

 

-HymnAgen

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The Last Laugh

In my mind

I am defined by my capabilities

not your perceptions and assumptions,

and those I invite to dwell in my circumference

and share in my blessings

have learned the same lessons.

We studied from the same texts;

read from the same handbooks

to avoid the pitfalls

and elude the ambush-es

so many fall victim to…

Implemented resistance to

their propaganda machine and its messages.

Counteracted their brainwashing efforts with

Truth-to-Power tactics –

debunking the manufactured

disinformation their media puppets

disseminate to the public

and expect it to be accepted

as fact-u-al

when in act-u-al-ity

it’s bogus!

Packed with distractions

promoting inaction, acceptance, and fear –

just like that God damn Serenity Prayer

posted in a frame on the wall for years

in my parents’ living room.

Perhaps you know it?

But left to our own,

we discovered Last Poets

while rummaging through their LPs and 45 stacks.

Thank goodness for the advent of Hip-Hop and Rap

that spawned “sample research”

and drove some to sift

through record collections

for new-to-us riffs –

resurrecting the passions of Gil Scott-Heron.

They were inspired.

Those voices of resistance ignited a fire in later generations

who became Public Enemies

that formed X-Clans

to become Righteous Teachers

and support Spike Lee features.

Seeking to regain the right to control our public images,

and be valued for more than our court play and scrimmages.

To project so much more than the gangsta and whore

narratives university studies explore

time

and time

and time

and time again:

What’s Wrong with African-American Men?

I contend – not a thing.

We perform as intended.

Succumbed to the protocols recommended

by the Learned Elders (of Zion) they label a hoax.

Yet we feel the effects of this ruse the most

in this so-called post-racial America.

We strive to fulfill Maya Angelou’s vision

and rise yet again

just as generations of strong Black women and men have done.

From field to the ‘hood,

from blue collar to white,

from projects to mansions

some have risen despite

every effort to keep us imprisoned

through deceptive religions,

unfunded schools

and a political system of two party rule

that behaves as the New Order of the Ages

prophesied in the pages of 1984.

Was Orwell a seer or something more?

A eugenics engineer, perhaps?

I don’t know but what’s clear

is the fears of Rodney King have yet to disappear,

‘cause many of us still can’t just get along.

So shut up with that bullsh!t Kumbaya song.

You don’t love me!

You suspect me of thuggery like it’s simply part of my genetics,

as if my propensity for violence is so deeply imbedded

in my make up I can never wake up from it.

But I assure you,

I am not sleeping.

I’m watching.

Studying.

Intently peeping out game.

Learning the ways of the devil so I don’t make the same

wicked moves when my people return to power again

to destroy false distinctions between races of men.

The Greatest Lie born of the Enlightenment error.

Conveniently told to support a reign of terror

that keeps the few in control over the many.

That transformed the frozen north into the lands of plenty

on the backs of southern labor,

through the blood of southerner’s toil,

for the theft of valuable resources

from conquered southerner’s soil.

But Aquarius is dawning

as Pisces fades to black.

Spiritually and physically,

they feel they are under attack

from Gaia’s great payback.

As the saying goes, “It’s a mother.”

Yet few exhibit any contrition for not embracing me like a brother.

But there is irony in justice.

So as all this comes to pass,

me and mine will laugh best

for me and mine will laugh last.

-HymnAgen

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