Because

 

Because

 

Baby

Got me lying awake

My legs shake

My whole body aches

Remembering last night’s date

Debating

Should I call him..

Nah

Maybe its too late

 

Because

When baby makes love

Our bodies fit like a glove

He takes his time

Intoxicating like wine

Pleasing me with slow winds

Waits for me to get mine...

...Five or six times

Before we start to unwind

 

Because

Baby breaks my back

This shit's addictive like crack

And when we climax

Its in stereo sound like Imax

It makes it hard to go back

To brothers who are wack

 

Because

Baby inspires these rhymes

Besides just being fine

He seduces my mind

Makes me glad he's mine

That I can be with him all the time

 

Because

Baby makes me feel sexy

He’s always there to protect me

Never disrespects me

Makes me feel good

Would bottle that shit if I could

 

Because…           

His capabilities

Disable my facilities

Makes me want to imagine…

…The possibilities.

 

 

Psycho Chick

Why don't you love me?
 From the moment you touched me I thought surely there'd be nothing
That could keep us apart.
I mean maybe I'm mistaken, to assume when we was making love
You weren't just getting a nut.
I mean it takes more than good dick to create a psycho chick.
Its the feeling that I've been used and dismissed
That makes me wanna go slit
Every single one of your tires
Pull a Left Eye and set your house on fire.
Or a Jazmine and bust your car windows
Out
But that's not what I'm about.

See you said that you loved me
And since my daddy never hugged me
I took that shit seriously.
Seriously,
I thought that you loved me
And I've never been that trusting,
So when I gave you my heart
I thought it was the start of something lovely
Some shit like Jada and Will
Bill and Camille
Beyonce and Jay-Z
Baby see
I thought we'd take black love to higher dimensions
And alternate planes, not to mention
I thought that one day I'd be wearing your last name,
So when I got that text
Saying you was on to the next
That shit didn't sit well with me
And something's telling me to move on
But I keep thinking what the hell did I do wrong

See its more than good dick
To make a psycho chick
It's passionate nights,
The unfulfilled promise of a life
That's got me cutting through your clothes with a knife
Poking voodoo dolls of you with pins
Keying "Little Dick" in the door of your new Benz
And it feels good to get revenge
But in the end I'm still lonely
Cause the truth is I'm hurt
Wishin things would have worked
Wishing you would hold me,
Wondering if only
If Only

Welcome to the B-Sides

 I'm really excited. This is my first post for my new blog. I registered this blog over a year ago I think wanting to create a diary of sorts. Life happened, college, then boyfriend drama, then family drama, and unemployment and I never got around to it.

Once I graduated, me and the boyfriend broke up. I spent the holidays with the fam and still hadn't found a job, I thought now was as good a time as any to revisit this blog. This time I wanted to do a blog that just featured my poetry. Most of these pieces will be my original works. But because this site is an appreciation of my favorite spoken word artists I will also include works by other authors that I enjoy.

 I have an unconventional view of life, so don't expect these to be beautiful love sonnets. I'm an artist who tends to be at my most creative when things in my life are crashing and burning all around me. So expect a lot of these pieces to be gritty and raw, because that's what my life is at this moment. But there will also be some love pieces inspired by some of the men who've impacted my life.

 Please feel free to comment and leave some of your own favorites.