Grandmother

Winds wrestle with the demons in
the living room.
Curtains sway to the song of the
Un-auto tuned Voice of my
Grandmother.

She sings Negro spiritual
in between prayers that this
Nigga get's his act right.
Winds wrestle with the
demons in the living room.

I sit and wonder why my
Grandmothers bones never
cracked even after all the
tap dancing the troubles
her time has seen.

One day I'd gather up
courage like she gathers
up a fist full of Chicken
Necks to fry them.

One day I'll gather up the
courage to ask her:
"Grandmother, why would
you stay with such a
foul man?"

All ready half knowing
the answer, I'm sure
she'll say: "God said
I wasn't ready but,
in due time I'll go."

Grandmother, what
happened to the you
that praised yourself?
What happened to the
you that reeked of White
Diamonds and off the
dome rapped Bible
Scriptures from
Proverbs.

Grandmother, I've
 watched you for far
too long allow
demons to wrestle with
the wind in you living
room.

I've watched you trade
in your smile for spit
balls of  hellish Vocabulary
when describing that
foul man you forced
your heart to love.

Grandmother, it's me, Jazz.
Your Granddaughter.
And I'm asking you to
get your curtain sway back.

Take back what
rightfully belongs to you.
I'm ready to see your
smile back. Let that foul
man know that your
happiness is Pay Back!

Fool Of Me

You made a fool of me. 

I'll never understand why 

But, I loved you regardless. 

I'm convinced you have no

Interest in looking me in the

Eye but, there use to be a time

That you couldn't take your 

Eyes off me. 

You made a fool of me. And I'll

Never understand why I loved you

Unconditionally while you loved me

So dishonestly I grew blind to the 

Dishonesty. 

But, I'll never regret allowing you

To make love to me 'cause honestly

The honesty in loving you made a

Honest woman out of me. 

So honestly I can admit, you made

A fool of me. 

And I'm okay with you saying 

you don't care because, in 

My spirit your heart's wrapped up in

Me and I'll never understand why!

From you I'll accept rejection. 

But, I'll cry because of it. 

This whole time I've been blind 

to the Way you've so easily sat 

Me aside. You made a fool of me.

Tell me why. 

Tell me why you sat me aside and

Reduced me down to your whore

And tell me why'd you enjoy making

A fool of me. 

I loved you unconditionally

while you loved me so dishonestly,

I grew blind to the dishonesty. 

You made a fool of me, tell me 

Why. 

 

Honestly. 

Beautiful

I said I am beautiful.
And it's okay that I fall.
God made me so I said
I am beautiful.

You said you didn't like
my laugh so, I laughed
even harder.
My smile is worth every
tear and every scar, My
heart is damaged but,
it don't matter 'cause I'm
not perfect.

I'll never be good enough but,
I'm not trying to fit my hips
into your picture frame.

I'm not alone because my
silence speaks volumes and
with this you'll listen.

God says I am beautiful. \
He formed my eyes from
stars and they sparkle just
for him, so every tear is
worth it.

I got to do what's right
for me, so I'm not sorry
for every curve I have,
I'm just sorry that you're
blind to the value of
what's within.

You laugh and believe
you're making things worse
but. I can't hear you.

Knock me down it's
okay, I'll find my own
way up.

I love me and every
scar I get is worth it.

I am BEAUTIFUL.

We Got Lucky

He gathered himself at the 

foot of our bed. Putting on 

his shoes, left foot first, 

right foot last he didn't 

take anything with him 

& he left his last dollar 

on the night stand. 

Something told me in my 

spirit to go down to the liquor

 store & play his 4 Lucky numbers. 

7 as in heaven, 

8 as in Gods never late.

 6 as in the devil and 

Zero as in he never wins. 

He always said God had 

perfect timing. I saw him put 

on his coat and soar right 

out of our addict window but, 

he kissed me good bye and,

 I didn't even cry. 

We shared great enough 

memories to follow us both 

to heaven and back but 

before he left I asked him:

 "will you tell God about me? 

And what will you say when 

he ask what did you do 

with your life?" 

Because I know, I'd tell him I 

spent my life loving and 

fighting for you. He 

remaining the center 

of my heart but, you the 

center of my life. I'd say 

I spent my life with you. 

I'd gamble my last penny 

to kiss you again and 

I wouldn't ask for any moment back. 

We loved each other 

fearlessly, and we made 

love that lasted endlessly.

 You were more than my 

lover, you were friends 

with me. 

And I'd never compare 

thee to the enemy 'cause 

every part of you even 

down to your touch 

was the best ending 

to a fairy tail, 

Even though I don't 

believe in them, I do believe 

in you so, that night I saw 

you leave your flesh 

beside me but, gather 

your spirit at the foot 

of our bed. I knew, 

that even with out breath 

I could still wake up to 

you and that's gift enough. 

Our love was picked by 

the lotto, and 

we got lucky like 7's!!! 

No Such Thing!!!

Never ever convince yourself that there is a such
thing as a bad poem.
These poems are crumpled papers with the
elegance of legendary written on them.
They're the tells of Saturday night and
the jitters of Monday morning.

They're the stutters in my
Palms, the beating in my heart and
the tears of my pen.

These poems are my story.

One day my poems will reflect in the
eyes of a dope fiend and maybe I
can convince them to give up the dope
because the fiend found hope in
something a fifteen year old wrote.

And who's to say that wisdom comes
with education?

And it doesn't take Beyonce or a
rocket scientist to know that
1+1=2.

But it does take a wise man to get
a fool to listen.

See, we all want to point the finger
at the ones living in poverty for our
violence but, not one of us has stopped to
ask how did they get there.

We're always quick to blame the
economy and the Government but,
we forget to check our own
foolishness at the front door.

Have you ever balanced your check
book to see that it's not taxes running
your pockets dry but, it's YOU
overspending?

Have you ever looked yourself in
the mirror and been honest with
yourself? And I'm not saying
convincing yourself that you're
beautiful 'cause we all know that
on the inside we're beautiful.

But I mean honest to the point that we
 realize the we ALL have an UGLY day.

Whether it's our spirit or our hair,
we've all had an ugly day and; it's okay.
We can all write poems about it and
entitle it: "Today's my ugly day."

Because no poem is a bad poem.
This poem goes out to anyone who
believes that poetry can be taught and
believes that poetry has a format.

Whether it's freestyle of Haiku,

Every Poem Is Beautiful.