OPEN MIC: Reflections of the Street part 1

OPEN MIC: Reflections of the Street part 1

  Poetry and cover photography by:

  The Verbal Artisan

  Copyright © 2012 Casel Lee

  OPEN MIC: Reflections of the Street part 1

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  INTRODUCTION

  MY APOLOGY

  PLAYA PLAYA

  DON’T GET ATTACHED

  TRAPPED

  DAMN!

  SIS NEED “SNEAKS”

  DAYDREAM SCHEMES ON THE HIGHWAY

  CASE ONE

  RUNNIN’

  BAIL AND A LAWYER

  WHY YOU LEAVE?

  BABY, I HAD TO

  BROKEN HEART DAME

  WHAT NEXT

  CAUGHT

  YOU CAUGHT ME

  BLACK POWERFUL FEMALE- By Heaven

  CHECK THIS SH*T OUT - By Sherry Coleman

  SKIT...

  WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY?

  AM I SUPPOSED TO FORGET?

  AIN’T NOTHIN’ WE DIDN’T KNOW ALREADY AFTERMATH OF THE AFTERMATH

  THE LOVE - By Marcus Slaughter

  I LOVE YOU

  OFFICIAL TERMINATION

  THE NERVE

  THANKS

  DON’T JUDGE

  WHAT HAS THIS WORLD BEOME?

  BUSINESS CARDS

  (THIS BOOK WAS FIRST PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK IN 2005)

  INTRODUCTION

  I would like to thank everyone for their support and time. I would also like to congratulate myself for completing one of my goals. I’ve wanted to put a book out for over nine years. Most of the material in this book was written between 1996-1998, with a couple that were written around 2002 and a few I wrote this year, 2005 (BABY I HAD TO, BAIL AND A LAWYER, WHAT NEXT, DAMN!, DON’T JUDGE and everything relative to hurricane Bush, I mean Katrina). As some of you read you may think to yourself “why would she write something like this? Why does she use this kind of language?” I would like all the readers to know and understand that I had many internal battles due to the explicit content of my material. I didn’t want to contribute to what’s already out there - though with much contemplation I came to the conclusion that I am not promoting, glorifying, or advocating anything. I’m merely stating what is. I don’t agree with everything I write, though as you can see the title of my book is OPEN MIC: Reflections of the Street. Reflections - I’m just showing you what goes on. I’m the streets mirror. I’m bringing you realistic situations and stories in the language used in the streets. Any similarities in name or scenario are coincidental. These poetic depictions were not based on any said individual. For the most part I used my imagination. People inspired a few of my poems. For example someone very close to me one day said (after me shaking my head and saying ill) “it’s all about financial gain baby” and it was in reference to how many women he dealt with and for his so-called reason. And from that one statement alone I wrote PLAYA PLAYA. So with no further delay- hope ya’ll enjoy your walk through the streets. Always remember to look both ways. Proceed with caution.

  PEACE

  MY APOLOGY

  I’m totally regretful of how I mistreated you

  I neglected you, turned my back on you, abandoned you, I’m so, so sorrowful

  Nothin’ I say will ever ease the distress I’ve experienced

  ‘Cause once I left you - nothing but total unrest- life became extremely intense

  Just one of those things that makes you wanna yell FUCK

  Separating from you was my biggest mistake because my life became completely stuck

  I began to regress

  My outlook on life each day became more condensed

  It’s because of you many nights I broke day

  Even at times I tried my hardest - yet never finding the strength to pull away

 

  That was a sign that we were always meant to be as one - always united

  I knew I could count on you to be by my side if ever I committed a crime and got indicted

  We were inseparable, tighter than krazy glue

  You could have used 100% pure acetone and the bond still wouldn’t have come loose

  I am so regretful and I promise to never do it again

  ‘Cause I lost so much when I put down and walked away from my notebook and my pen

  POETIC THOUGHTS

  Any writer or anyone for that matter who has a passion for something, anything and has deserted it for whatever reason, can relate to this. Never give up on yourself. Never sell yourself short. Don’t ever let anyone cause you to doubt yourself, your capabilities, your dreams, goals and aspirations. Cut off all forms of communication with that person or persons before you let that happen!!! Misery loves company. Surround yourself with people that encourage you, you’ll have a better opportunity of fulfilling your goal at a faster rate. Everything happens for a reason and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and trials and tribulations are a part of that process. If you think other than that you think of yourself as a weak person who can’t overcome misfortune, adversity and hardship. I’m not attempting to say it’s an easy process, I’m saying it’s a journey that has to be taken and completed. We are tested everyday in many different ways. Learn from these daily tests, set your mind towards greatness and you will soon be there.

  PLAYA PLAYA

  She hears someone say:

  “Damn I’m the man right now, mad bitches on my dick and shit!”

  What?! Nigga you think you a pimp?

  What pimp daddy gon say when his dick all limp?

  Yeah, you may look good now frontin’ in all your diamonds, and gold

  But what’s gon happen when that ass gets all raggedy and old?

  Tellin’ me about all the numbers you got - and that chick you bagged last night

  Gimme a break, I know your game ain’t that tight

  Though you do know what to say to get some girls open

  But when she steps out for a sec- it’s her friend you be scopin’

  Talkin’ ‘bout “what up baby girl, how you”

  “I’m sayin’, wasn’t you just talkin’ to my girl though?”

  “Nah, I ain’t even diggin’ your friend - I’m really trying to hook up wit’ you”

  What you really wanna do is roll up in their sheets leaving cum stains

  And please don’t run the bullshit down to me that it’s all about financial gain

  It’s all about dividing legs and conquering pussy for you

  So you can sit back later on sayin’ “Damn. That’s how many bitches I done ran through”

  Not even knowin’ how many chicks done “slobbed the knob”

  Just remembering that chick Tee from uptown and how she did a good job

  Thinkin’ about the ones that were wack and the ones who were freaks

  Thinkin’ ‘bout that chick Sheila got your legs gettin’ all weak

  You all upset about the number you done misplaced

  Because you was all ready to stick your face in the place and say your grace

  You wanna see how flexible her joints can be

  Got her legs over your shoulders while she squeezing your face with her knees

  You wanna play doo-doo chaser and stick it up her ass

  She’s not trying to hear that shit - stops you dead in your tracks and says “on that shit… I’ll pass”

  You think you’re the man runnin’ up in all these bitches

  You gon to fuck wit’ the wrong one - dick gon end up in stitches

  I guess you haven’t been with a de
mented female before

  She’ll throw that ass out the window - Fuck the door

  Niggas like you just make me sick

  Sittin’ around talkin’ bout the so called size of your dick

  It’s fucked up - Just lookin’ at ya’ll in a group - my stomach starts turning- makes me wanna puke

  Because ya’ll really think fuckin’ wit’ a bunch of bitches, making babies, and being “playa playa from the Himalayas” is cute

  Oh, and I’m not even gonna get into that baby mother stuff right now - because that’s another issue

  Oh, she a bitch now? - Funny how you wasn’t saying that shit when she stuck with you

  Ooh, and I feel sorry if those special words come from her lips - getting out of that one’s going to be tough

  But that could only mean one of two things. One - you know how to eat pussy or two - you dug her back out real rough

  But through all the shit and no matter how good - better cover your man up every time with every type - Strap up tight

  Or would you like to trade your life ending up with the scrooge because of that one night

  I know how ya’ll get not wanting to put them condoms on

  Keep fuckin’ around you gon end up diggin’ out the same back as that nigga Nushawn, who done stuck chicks from upstate to “Brook-nom”

  DON’T GET ATTACHED

  Oh my goodness - I just found me a big dick boo

  If he got a girl - put it in your head as through

  Don’t say that, he is so good lookin’

  You was wit’ him last night? Why my back look crooked?

  You know I did my thing. WHAT?! So soon yo? Already?

  Bet you any amount him and his girl tight - rockin’ real steady

  I had that nigga open though

  I was doin’ my thing, turned around and saw a curled toe

  And? What does that mean?

  You get the dick - his girl gets the green

  I can tell he really likes me when I look into his eyes

  That don’t mean nothin’ - his girl got past times on her side

  Probably been there through most thickest and thin

  In the end it ain’t gon mater you pretty, sex well and have soft skin

  He don’t give a fuck about you or how cute your grin

  ‘Cause up in that ass - he already done been in

  It’s hard though, the more I look at him, the more for myself I want

  Just always keep in mind he’s still lickin’ that chick cunt

  If you’re catching feelings throw them out the window

  I don’t want you ending up being that dude’s private hoe

  Call you on the phone like, “sexy what you ‘bout to do

  I’m not too far from your crib, I wanna stop by, ‘cause Boo I been thinkin’ bout you”

  And if you come at him like “Think I’m stupid duke, fuck wrong wit’ you

  You can come on some chill shit, but on that fuckin’ tip we through”

  He’s gonna wanna know what all the bullshit’s about

  Like it’s all about him - Like he got that much clout

  That nigga ain’t grimy - he don’t be lyin’

  Wit’ that bullshit you sellin’ me right there - I ain’t buyin’

  He has a girl now, so it’s needless to say

  He may be unfaithful to you if he becomes your man one day

  His head is so much on a higher level that I could just tell

  If me and that nigga was together - we’d be livin’ swell

  Yeah, it all sounds good

  He probably fuck wit’ another chick that live in his neighborhood

  I hope you ain’t cut off all your other connections

  Shit may sail smooth now but forever ya’ll won’t be sexin’

  I ain’t doubtin’ his character, I believe that he decent

  But he creepin’ right now. Straight up on some discreet shit

  We on the same wavelength, minds on the same plateau

  I’ma fuck wit’ him a little while longer, I’ma see how shit flow

  Keep the focus that it’s only physical

  Don’t put your emotions into this - don’t let him enter your mental

  Because that will only lead to a calamity - You in the house boo hoo-in’ all day, blasting a Mary J. Blige CD

  Yeah whatever, I’ma get that nigga one way or the other - just wait - you’ll see

  TRAPPED

  Baby father material right there, I’ma trap that nigga

  Fuck he gon do when he notice my stomach gettin’ bigga?

  Tell me to get rid of it?

  Even volunteering his free time to drive me to the clinic

  Dudes is funny

  Don’t wanna pay no child support, ain’t trying to spend no money

  Make sure I always get on top

  When he tells me to get up - can’t hear you - won’t stop

  “Yo, why the fuck you ain’t get up”?

  “Boo, you know how good your dick feel in my gut”

  Dummy. I knew that line would work

  Had to turn around before I laughed in his face, felt myself starting to smirk

  I’ll be sure to keep it on cool terms

  I don’t want nothin’ from that nigga - what’s a little donation of sperm?

  I got money - I don’t need no child support

  Just come around sometime, take that little nigga on the basketball court

  And if it’s a girl

  Take her around your friends and for a minute act like she’s your world

  Knowing you really don’t give a fuck

  Just mad as hell you fell for the dumb shit and got stuck

  Haaa, don’t you feel like the jackass

  That’s what you get for not ever lettin’ pussy pass

  Better be wise of the sneaky

  Sometime they’re dimes sometimes mud-kickers looking creepy

  Don’t ever give her the hot dog without the bun

  Especially if you know that chick ain’t the one, you just stickin’ her in the meantime just for fun

  Hey all that shit there is cool

  But don’t you be the airhead nigga, don’t let her play you like the fool

  Now you uptight because you gotta hear that chick crap

  But you ain’t know - it’s all a game here - you got yourself trapped

  POETIC REFLECTION

  “better be wise of the sneaky, sometime they’re dimes sometimes mud-kickers looking creepy”

  Take heed to those words. Don’t think it can’t happen to you. There’s many females, younger and older walking around with this mentality. Many females have seen a man and said the phrase “baby father material”- some jokingly and some “dead” serious. You’ve encountered at least one whether knowing or unknowingly. If they didn’t say that they said he’s a good catch, he got benefits or financial security which all mean the same thing: “baby father material”. It’s extremely important to protect yourself with everyone. Should you so decide to lay with many different partners, use a condom every time - for an “all-nighter” and for each and every “quickie”. Yes a female can become pregnant from pre-ejaculation. There’s no time to “pull out” because you do not feel that come out. However, a baby is a blessing and should be the least of your fears. There are numerous diseases you can contract and transmit which show no symptoms at all. Go get yourself checked out. You may feel fine, great for that matter but you may be walking around with a disease right now!!!

  DAMN!

  Mommy where’s my daddy?

  Damn, I knew this day would soon arrive

  I always said I’d be honest but I’m so tempted to lie looking in those big beautiful eyes

  What I’m supposed to say? Daddy was living trife

  He’s locked up in the pen doing 25 to LIFE

  Your daddy is dead - he got shot

  His gun was fucked up - got jammed - wouldn’t cock

  Your daddy
don’t care about you

  You’d think he had wings the way he jumped up and flew

  Fuck all this excuse making, I always said I wouldn’t lie

  May cause you to cry inconsolable tears - might hate me ‘till the day that I die

  I’m sorry to tell you baby, but it don’t get no realer than this

  Mommy was a loose chick - I really don’t know who your daddy is

  SIS NEED SNEAKS

  I know I may sound like a fool

  But I gotta rob a nigga soon. Lil’ sis ain’t got new sneakers to start school

  What’s on your mind? You got a scam?

  Yeah. Rob the 24 hour deli. They hide the money in paper bags where they store the turkey and ham.

  How you know?

  Habeeb think we cool. He be callin’ me bro.

  Sayin’ “yeah sure- you can come back here.

  Hashnah, get our friend something cold to drink. Buddy you want a beer?

  Sure. Heineken - a cold one

  Not knowing he gon be my next unfortunate victim

  So nigga, you wit’ me? You rollin’?

  You ain’t gotta do nothin’. Just look out - I’ll be holdin’

  Baby sis can’t go lookin’ like no bum

  We ain’t from the projects. We ain’t grow up in no slums

  When I started I always looked dipped

  Gotta look out - gotta get her new kicks

  Her gear? Laced. Shit is tight

  But new gear - old shoes? Man, that shit don’t look right

  If you ain’t wit’ me - let me know now