Assume The Position

 Sirens blaring being blinded by a flash light
More on looking pedestrians than the black hawk crash sight
Just last night
He was laying in bed dreaming of a peaceful place
Now he's standing here, hand on this hot ass hood pulled over cause of his race

Blind Liberty

In remote areas of my mind
I travel thru time
So blind
To the innocence of my own kind
Press rewind

An the thoughts replay over and over like a repeat function
Best friend got popped in the head next to him but told the pigs he didnt see nuthing
I see sumthing

Contradiction

While they are teaching you, they are breaking you,

While they are making you,, they are raping you.

While instilling, they are blinding you.

While they show you everything, you miss out on what’s important to you,

They are overwhelming you.

The influence of the majority is still their most powerful tool!

While they influence, pain inspires you.

While you worship them, they feed you new liars!!!

While you become sick from their ways, they recruit new fools!

And you support the liars!

While you’re so proud of what you have, they take it from you.

While you’re not questioning, they are finding answers.

While you’re on page twenty, they've written books and added new chapters.

You know the saying, tell one lie, you gotta tell another…while you've grown so complex,

They've become even more!

To much of anything will kill you, a true rule of the heart.

I've mastered complex, I’m pure simple, go with the heart.

I Am My Pen

Thru the highlight of events, from the leadership to the domestic violence…
None of that scared her more, than her writing.
Left it all behind, still carrying the notebooks,
Pain is what she was reciting...
Living her life, the way she wanna,
not caring about the judge,
no matter how ignorant they judged...
she's always been able to look thru you,
And keep writing…

Seasons

I'm trapped in freedom,
reluctantly standing strong refusing to fall which actually makes me 

the weak one,
every now and then I hear whispers of a heroine planning to release him

but I never seen none,
I’m married to the seclusion no incarnation of intrusion can come

between’em,
two steps away from leaning in with the demons, I’m starting to listen and 

believe’em,
that releasing my rage would be appeasing, I should embrace this fierce feeling of fiending,
with no fear of loosing out or forgetting about the future for which I been dreaming,
my hopes have departed long before this poem started and I aint worried about them leaving,
so acting out of my good sense and being outlandish seem convenient,
almost gives me meaning,
but I have yet to leap in whole heartedly cause honestly
Its freezing,
from when I lay to rest my head till I wake up in my empty bed,
I continue on for one reason,
I need to buy more sweaters,
cause though my brain may skip through different planes and in solitude you never come out the same and everything you know seems to change
except for
the season.

ALPHABET SOUP

Angry as hell
But I can’t
Cry and let it out cause I
Don’t want anyone to realize that
Even though I may seem strong outside I really am
Frightened and scared to know that I may never
Get to truly be
Happy cause my real feelings are stored on the
Inside. So I laugh it off as if it’s a
Joke and I’m only just
Kidding around. I really need to stop this because I’m
Letting it control
My everyday life. I need to go back to feeling
Normal and try to
Overcome this pain that’s forever
Promising to not let me get up. I want to go back to my
Quintessence where life was understood and rarely
Reviewed because I always knew what
Steps I was going to
Take next. And I always
Understood what my
Very purpose
Was here on this world. But now I’m feeling like a
Xenophobe. Like I hate all people but myself when what I’m really
Yearning for is someone to
Zap me back to reality.

D STREETS

The streets made me want to eat, 

it made me not want to sleep 

it made me want to creep. 

The streets taught me how hustle, 

& how survive recession 

the great depression, 

the streets taught me many lessons 

and most important everyday living you should take it as a blessing.

Love out of Time

 

Feet exhausted from walking this thin line, Captivating my heart and restraining my mind, reminiscing as the last bit of sand vanishes into the identical remains beneath, guess love has run out of time! Forewarned in advance with Premonition, Fatigued with paying attention so now I'm done listening!!! Escaping my mouth the word Goodbye because I’d rather Let Love Die than give love a try! Now if I said it then I meant it, Days into hours and hours into minutes, to make a long story short this is how I’ll end it.

These Hands

Crack!
A fracture in time
Your mind collapses while your hands react to the crime
But in your defense you had no defense against enemy lines
Just hand to hand combat
No knives...no nines
But see now your brain stem cowards in and gets lost in the pain
And when ignorance reigns supreme..it pours, showers and stains the swollen finger tips of the poor

Def Poetry: Phylicia Rashad- 'On Status'

~>Ms. Misunderstood "KMA" c.2009

There's no prerequisite
my etiquette is eloquent
decadence is evident
As people show their irrelevance
To the authentic arsenal
Delivered by the parcel
These anthrax lines were
Snorted by government marshals
In an underground take over
A kingpin's make over
I bitch slap sap suckas
Time's up, break's over
While you're wastin years
I'm revvin up, shiftin gears
Blowing the old gas out my tank
As my path veers
To an unplanned destination
with no procrastination
I deliver this defecation
with no hesitation
I remove impurities
along with INSECURITIES
Give you pure perfection
along with the surety
that I will turn things
Upside down when I'm around
Turn thought inside out and
leave heads spellbound
My vibe is ridiculous
I shed poet leaves in the fall
call me deciduous
incredulous minds
conceive perpetual blinds
I open unscrupulous eyes
to intellectual shine
the sound of the locusts
put my mind in focus
I take a moment of silence....
to enjoy my opus

Writing Again..

Society does not want to see minorities succeed
Especially Blacks who are in so much need
Poverty is an issue for us and counseling has become a must
We become teenage mothers and quit school
We have no one to guide us and that's not cool
They rate us in statistics and judge us by the majority
We do not get a turn to learn and earn and we get no priority
They might call us ghetto, Low-Income and use other racial comments
They hate to view us as important as Lawyers, Doctors,or Sergeants
We go through embarrassment & sometimes even through harassment
What they do not know is that we are,in fact,intelligent
I would like to see my people accomplish more in the game
To show our cruel society we are not all the blame
We need to stick together to prove we are the same
And of our culture,we have no shame