Power (Spoken Word)

Black power, black power

I could scream it for hours

But let’s be real whose going to listen

This feels like an audition

It seems like a tradition

Just different conditions

Another black man speaking must be a restriction

I mind as well call in a demolition

I’m just not getting the recognition

I’m stuck on this mission

Trying to be inspirational

The dream starting to be fictional

More and more try to inspire others

But they become losers

If you not writing a verse

Then you just falling headfirst

Being black and standing up for the people is the worst

So let’s continue to chant black power

It’s not going to do anything

This whole word is a competition

Everyone fighting for the money

That’s the testimony everyone speaks of

If you don’t have it you will get cut off

This is a godless world

They say money isn’t everything

But all I see is high expensive things on the television screen

Prices have been taken to the extreme

I write to serve a purpose

But to other’s I’m just running a circus

The media make you feel worthless

The people on there is remorseless

Make you regret being alive

Yet you try to blend

To even pretend

Depending on a like or comment to get you by

Selfie after selfie just to stay in the conversation

What did that accomplish


Now you rushing to your old self

Isn’t that the purpose of social media

To defeat your inside

It divides you from popular and being true

If you popular, you have the power

If you being true then your speaking to the choir

Have I expired

I’m just trying to inspire

So what is one to do

I’m just mumbling though

If I’m not bringing in a cash flow

Then my rant got to go

All my generation does is spit a verse

I’m use to being second so much when will I be first

When will I have the power

Disclaimer: A rather throwback piece for today. Written for my second mixtape, “New Breed”. View my previous posts until tomorrow. Subscribe to my mailing list & follow me on all social media platforms.

Weekly Thoughts #28

I did it. I finally had my surgery. If you been reading and following then you’ll would know that this has been in the works for a couple of years. I went in for surgery on Wednesday. The surgery lasted 4 hours but for me it felt like I blinked and it was over.

The anesthesiologist put a mask on me and told me to breathe in and out. After 3 breaths he said he was going to put medicine in it. That was the last thing I remember before I was out. I woke up in recovery confused. I knew it was done because of how sore I was.

Now it has been 2 days since and it doesn’t seem real that I finally got it done. I can admit that my stomach is so sore physically. I can do limited moves around the house but working out is out the picture for awhile. Of course my liquid diet stays on for another couple of weeks.

Other than that I have been really happy lately. I haven’t felt depressed all month. Maybe this operation cured something already. But that’s it for this Weekly Thoughts. See you next week with another post like this. For now view my previous posts until tomorrow. Like, comment and subscribe to my mailing list.

Writing Prompt #32

One thing I’ve always wished for is

Today, this moment right now. You’re probably reading and wondering what I’m talking about. But today is my operation day. I imagine I’m in a deep sleep with a smile on my face because I finally got what I wished for. The chance to lose weight and keep it off.

This journey has been long but I made it long. I told myself I couldn’t lose the weight before I ever stepped foot in the gym. I downplayed my own ability. I started this process at 434 pounds. Heck, I even made a poem about it back in 2016. Threatening to disable it.

I lost some weight and felt like the king of the world. Until I gained 20 pounds. Then after that, I found myself on a never-ending elevator. My weight went up for one appointment. Went down the next. I made this process hard.

Once I finally got it through my head I can do it. I dropped my weight to the lowest weight I had seen since high school. When I thought this day would never come it did. I got the one thing I really wanted this year. The gastric sleeve surgery.

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Perfect Woman

There’s no such thing as the perfect woman. Anyone who believes that you have to alter yourself to be perfect. Never believed that you were the one all along. We are one big puzzle looking for our missing piece. Sometimes the piece we want isn’t the one that fit. No matter how much you try to twist it around. It will never be the perfect fit for you. Find your piece.