Mirrors

Reflections reflect
What you cannot recollect
Remember the irrational
Reason the reside is in your reflection
Reflecting like a reflector
Remember reconsider reflecting
Within your reservoir retreat
Reflect upon your rational self and relocation
Is what you will reconsider.

Black Folk

We pledge allegiance
To the colors of Butter’ Tims, 20-inch rims, diamond emblems, platinum gems,
Sex icons with the latest fashines.
Enshrined in acrylic nails that can’t post bail.
Ya’ll can’t tell?
We pledge allegiance
To looking good and ain’t gotta pot to piss or shit.
Wearing name brand clothing and can’t pronounce it.
Buying high priced jewels looking like fools.
Buying two-dollar stocking caps when granny got that!
Running ball in ney best kicks and get mad when a brotha’ step on it.
Connected to a cell to be paged while on the bus stop delayed.
Stay paid and always broke,
Gotta Bally’s membership and don’t even work.
Talkin’ ‘bout, “I’m serious” when they a big joke.
Black folk

Lost Thoughts

Lost Thoughts
I lost my thoughts in the waters of baptism.
Ate my ideas with communion drank away my hopes
Smoked up my goals and snorted away my dreams.
Shot up my inspiration fell out of the house in desperation
With numb love
The kind that don’t come from above.
Never touched or validated
We waited,
Equated dollar signs
To I’ve made it!
Got a car, a house, loot and shot hoops.
Intelligent mind like mine
Like phat corna dimes
Confused in the mind can’t keep time
Except in rhyme, I lost my thoughts
But I’m not behind

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2000

A Little Girl's Pain

I needed you to hold me
Mold me
Show me how to be.
I am a small reflection of you.
Did you ever love me?

I needed you not to tear me down,
But build my esteem.
Judging me pound for pound,
Wishing I was lean.

I needed you to be a little more assertive,
And take me from my dad.
Who dressed me and treated me
As the son he didn't have.

I needed more berets and dainty lace socks,
Along with skirts to replace tube socks.

I needed you to show me how girls dress,
Maybe I wouldn't have worn so many sweats.
To teach me to be comfortable with myself,
Talk to me about the feelings of growing up you felt.

I needed less perms, rollers and hair pressin',
Come to my games support your investment.

I needed your approval not your expectations,
I needed not your temper but your patience.

Show me how to wash and love my body,
Tell me what's a cycle and explain it's not naughty.

I needed you to validate my feelings,
Help me define who I am.
Let me cry be by my side,
Just plain ole give a damn!

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

Introspection 5241

Introspection 5241

You stole my innocence and took away my choices

Stifled my spirit injected your voices

Shifted

My position creating androgyny

Enhancing partition of emotional maturity

Generating minority/inferiority

States of being

Arresting my development hindering and misleading

When seduced I see me fleeing

The situation

Fearful elation

Except thru masturbation

Still a child confined to your world

Raising a wife only to be sterile

Detached

Unknowingly you made me a banging’ ass stud

Searching for answers in my period blood

Small traces of places we visited with ease

Giving away masculine secrets

You planted the seed

On how to be a man

Outside of relations yet once opened up

I plot the constellation

Female born

Yet male grown

Division creating diversity

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2006

Barracks Playground

Running thru the fields I see daisy weeds
Lost beads and broken swings, abandoned dreams
arguments between dope feigns,
Dirty kids pickin' teams, playin' tag dancin' to sirens.

I see broken glass of long nights passed,
dead birds and cats, street dogs and trash,
hustlers mingling to protect their stash,
prostitutes strutting in my path.
Rimless back boards and ball-less courts,
graffiti on walls, empty packs of Newport's.

I see monkey bars, hot sliding boards,
kids jumping rope with old extension cords.
Bathrooms locked shut, water fountain pressure low,
faded hop-scotch lines which way to go?

I see merry-go-rounds that don't spin around,
see-saws that just go down.
Baseball cages dying of rust, night lights on half them bust.
Grass real high needs to be cut,
running thru the fields I see daises and such.

Police lockin' up the neighborhood drunk,
young boys learning how to dunk.
Girls keepin' rhythm jumping double-dutch,
pig-tails boucin' from a mothers touch.

Running in the field I hear radios blare,
with forties on the curb that cool boys share.
I see the window woman with a cold hard stare.
I see two men walking that look like a pair.
Hormonal teens playin' truth or dare,
one year olds walking with feet thats bare

Running thru the fields I see my whole life,
so I keep on running right towards THE LIGHT

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

Mental Health In America

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The Gully

I have heard about the hard money times . I have watched people cut back on some things but we have only now started to feel what some have felt for years. So I will keep this one short. Welcome America to the color reality ! Now you will see the true feeling of black and white !

o.n.e.i.
2009