Do You Fux Wit Me?

Do You Fux Wit Me?

Do you fux wit me?

I mean, really

When ya dude ain’t around,

if you hear a hater clownin my brand,

will you stand up for me?

Be like, “Fuk dat shyt!

Yo, dat’s my man!”

‘Cause you got the luxury

In that moment

of letting your loyalty slip,

and a very good chance

It won’t ever come to light

before me

that you ain’t shyt!

Do you fux wit me?

Do you give a damn

about how I am

when you cannot

get in touch wit me,

and ain’t seen no ups

from me on the ‘Gram?

Will you DM me

askin, “What’s good?”

Better yet, will you keep it hood

and cuss me out

for staying off of your radar too long

and tell me I’m wrong?

If you fux with me,

it can’t be sometimes

when you find it’s convenient,

or just the fun times.

When shyt gets thick

I need to know that you got me,

that you ain’t gonna flip flop

then drop me.

Could you live with that?

Is you built like that?

A shell with no frame

and a dishonorable name?

Friendship ain’t no game

in my world.

Whether my niccas

or if you my girl,

I need to know…

Do you fux wit me?

-HymnAgen

Encyclopedia of You

Encyclopedia of You

You.
You trusted me.
You placed your heart within my hands.
I didn't know what you had given me with this key.
I only used it to unlock your surface.
I did not recognize its greater purpose.
But I've learned.
This time I see
there is more
than your surface to explore.
You granted access to your core
behind a hidden door.
Your hidden repository.
And 'though you won't
lay your volumes
open before me to read,
you've shown me they exist.
You claim I have read more
than any other before,
yet I don't recall turning those pages.
I always felt denied.
Entrusted to carry
but not trusted enough to look inside.
I've only wanted to read you aloud
so you might hear your own beauty
come through me.
That you might see you as I do
an truly understand
if I love your cliff notes,
how much more
would I love to have your books
within my hands?

-HymnAgen

Playing Hand

Playing Hand

I can feel

your carotid

quicken…

Pushing away

at my lips

and my tongue… 

Struggling.

Struggling

not to succumb

too soon

to orchestral movements

I strum

on your strings.

I will play

until you need

to sing…

‘Til you writhe

like you’re Salome

before her King…

Dancing…

Gasping…

Panting…

Collapsing…

Planting

your lips

upon mine…

-HymnAgen

Relapse

The Great Pretender

Through your peripheral did you notice

my struggles maintaining focus

on any distraction I could find

when your attention was not mine?

See I could watch you in them jeans

move to The Blues swaying that thang

to those bass grooves and guitar twangs           

like you were food feeding my soul…

Yet, I tried to mask the loss of my control

over my feelings

and hide my stolen glances at your thighs.

Was I caught stealing?

I’m sure the other matrons

have suspicions; I can’t give them

confirmation

like that somehow makes a difference.

Still, I played my position

while I harbored wayward thoughts.

Yes, discretion was my mission

yet, I wonder if you caught

me wanting you like I was 21 again.

I can’t act grown with you around

So I pretend as if I am…

-HymnAgen

“…Too real is this feeling of make believe.
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal         
Ooh Ooh yes, I'm the great pretender.”

- The Platters