Oh, You're Pissed?

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Beats-N-Rhymes

I use to love them

Equally.

(They) shared heart space

and abode in

equal shares of my devotion.

Inside both,

I placed my hopes and

those dreams they worked toward

with me.

Forming chapters of my history,

explored unfolding mysteries

in threesomes’ burning passions.

Fruit bearing interactions -

creative juices splashing

with fertility

to ripeness.

Until one produced a likeness

not my own.

What once was righteous

now was blown

all to hell.

A deep betrayal felt

within my bones.

I was compelled

to leave alone

that Jezebel.

Gave her share

unto the other.

Made it clear

I could not love a

infidel with changing colors

while her sister bore me art.

Sweet melodies

became a part

of all we did.

Be still my heart

that skipped

‘pon Jezebel’s return.

In a café on Fulton street

she spoke

of how much she had learned.

Showed me she had grown,

how maturity had burned

her conscience with

a true responsiveness

to our deep concerns.

Welcomed back into our fold

she filled a slightly different role -

putting words to the emotions

emanating from my soul

over rhythms her soul sister

and I lovingly composed.

Jezebel, was once rap lyrical

now Jezebel is my prose.

-HymnAgen

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W T F ?!?

Are these

muthafukaz really

rockin weaves?

Negro puh-leeze

pull yo tight-azz dungarees

from behind yo knees

and up over yo azz again!

Start lookin and

actin like men.

I get that daddy wasn’t there.

Feelinz hurt.

Got you frontin

like you don’t care,

but what the fuk that gotta do

with you sewin in some hair?

Or weavin in a beard?

Damned abomination…

Might as well be

wearin foundation

and blush.

Strong Sistaz screamin,

”They more woman than us

nowadays!”

So, if you gay, be gay!

It is what it is.

If you straight, be straight!

Brotha, handle your biz,

but you blurrin the line

like everything’s fine

looking hazy.

You crazy;

fukin outta your mind!

Sistaz I know

want security not questions.

Want conviction not suspicions

of illicit indiscretions

restin in the back of their brains.

Questioning if you

and your dude

got some fluid exchange

action in before goin back to them!

Now I won’t accuse you

of being confused, dude,

but like that weave…

you sowin confusion,

and I don’t know

what you tryin to prove, man,

but it shouldn’t have to be so hard

to see what you are, my G!

- HymnAgen

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