mistakes

I’m telling you ,I’m in need of more.
Much more than what lies beneath
My Worn out eye shadow eyelids .
Much more than a snuggle or a kiss
But I’m afraid such answer to a craving doesn’t exist.
There’s those who feed off love, can’t live without it.
Slowly die when they think they have it
Only to find out that it was just a blur illusion in the end.
Disappointed they become.
So they mumble foolish mockery:
Fuck this I will never love again.

But-

Weeks later you think you found love again.

My mother says there's a shortage of black men
But if you talk to a man he'll tell you there's a shortage of black women
and women liking women . but claim there's a shortage in dildos.
Maybe they recalled those .
There's Somalia infested in those as in the peanuts and pistachios.
Women are emotionally imbalance ,clingy they want it if you got it.'
Males are secretly clingy and have extremely low self esteem.
But claim hardness when they wax and shave their ding lings.
Secretly behind their hardrock act they dream of loving a woman that knows how to act.

Humorous it is to me.
That we love carelessly.
And complain when you planned it all out
And it all went wrong.

Did it ever cross your mind that maybe planning period is wrong.
Love is a natural disease
The solution to it
Cannot fit on a sticky note or a post it
So take your Sharpie and choke it .
Take your dry eraser boards and stroke it.
Clean your calendars off and stop searching for love.
And realize it's a spiritual answer .

it comes only from above.


And finally look in the mirror and say

It's prefectly okay to make a mistake.

Sniper

I smoke a square .
Yeah so what?
Yeah like the ghetto girl jumping rope would say
Bitch and what
You don’t know me !
You don’t know who I be.
Young proud African queen.
Black sistah with knowledge
Thugs on the block define that as being a Bitch
I concur with this
I embrace their - IG
NORANCE.
And ignore their very existence,
The inhaling of the breath
The contracting of their lungs.
The Exhaling of
That Joint
That Green
That Sticky Icky
High off Justice. I am High off a Spiritual substance
Similar to Gandhi but I am not on my knees
Similar to Malcolm but I can give two fucks about an X
Powerful like Luther equivalent to the King. I am the Queen
Of the Jungle . Tarzan’s Jane excluding the tree house
And chilling in the Penthouse of the Marriot .
You Tarzan ?
I am Jane.
Now
See
Spot
Run.
Let’s do the damn thing and fall in everlasting love. That Non-structural love.
I am not your parole officer
I will not be phoning you up every minute of the 24 hour.
I am not your mother
Nor am I your brother
So do not entitle me as ‘Ma’ or ‘Dude’ or your ‘G’
Insults are the absolute negatives of me.

Judge me Yes.
Judge me Not.

I smoke a square
And ?
So what?
Cancer is a disease of the human body
I was born irregular , my soul evaporated through the pores of my African skin.
A body is like an automobile I hop out just like I jump in.

Judge me Yes.
Judge me Not.

I am like a Sniper with a revolutionize plot.
Toxic chemical for your overall being.
Mark 'this bitch' with a red skull and
Draw a Vertical line through it.

I smoke a square
So the fuck what .
Drop it in the middle of a busy downtown street
During Rush hour
And watch hell
Explode all over me.














-angy_the artist