Pens Can't Capture

Where is my pen,
I need to document,

This bullshit.

Before I ‘come too lazy,

With complicity.

Do you see what I see,

Man trying to be,

Other man says no,

“You stay low”.

Where’s my pen,

I’m write his pain,

This bullshit.

Before tomorrow came,

With simplicity,

I’ll tell what we see,

Woman tries to rise,

He knocks her down,

“Stay low hoe”.

Imma put my pen down,

The words they drag,

This bullshit.

Pull on my ducts,

Make my paper wet,

Do we really give fuck,

Would it come this,

If we gave a shit,

No tears for love.

By Badilisho

Dick Deeds

My dick has defined me,
From that thick vein that runs down the middle,
To the folds and the two moles on the side shaft,
They know me from the colorful descriptions that linger,
Descriptions that enter a room before I do,
Tales that are not near my full truth.

From the sticky white stuff that drips from their gaped butts,
To the sloppy stained sheets that hung to their sides,
The story grows without my consult or ear,
They know me from what was said in past years,
Untrue stories, started in a cold impersonal bed.

My dick has defined me,
As a player who can make your eyes roll,
Make your back arch and ache for more,
And while none of this is completely true,
It enters the room before I do.

I used it to make miserable souls temporarily happy,
They confused the gesture as some victorious notch,
If they knew the man attached there would be no tales,
And my dick deeds would not define the totality of me,
Instead, there would be regard for my slutty sacrifice.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Coke Cunts

Slim guys with one long finger nail,

Waiting to inhale,

They’re fake bitches,

With tight britches,

Putting their sin before others,

You are judged,

By their noses, smudged,

With dust and pageantry.

Fitted shirts and a desire for skirts,

Not chased but worn,

They have the sniffles,

The shakes and easy breaks,

Yet the bitches never get anywhere,

You are heckled,

By losers and jackals,

Pageantry for more dust.

Your truth takes time,

The victory slow,

20 years later you’ll know,

They were the lost,

The cunts, the losers,

Your nose is clean,

Your nails no vice,

So fuck’em and be nice.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Stop, Be Quiet and Close Your Eyes

Imagine if we were all born blind,

There would be no racism,

Imagine if we were all born mute,

There would be no arguments,

Imagine if we were all born without legs,

There would be no rush to run from life.

Our abilities disable our humanity.

If we were grateful for the things we can see,

Difference would be more like eye candy,

If we appreciated the chance to hear others,

We'd realize we are saying the same things,

If we viewed each escaping step as a burden,

We would know the benefit of stillness.

Humanity is waiting on you.

I dare you to be purposefully blind,

And see with your heart,

I dare you to go mute,

And speak with your actions,

I dare you to stand still,

And run your life.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Petty People

Each day of our lives is lined with a lesson. Some lessons linger around until you get it. My most recent lesson has hung around for the past few weeks.  I have seen nothing but the ugliness in people, in particular...petty people. It wasn't until tonight that I figured out the lesson.

Let's start with the two-faced cunt. She smiles in your face, and talks shit behind your back. Last week I was fed up with her mess. When she spoke with her fake slanted smile...the one she has used to talk shit behind my back, I just grunted at that ho' with a curled lip.  She got the point.  

Then there is the nutty professor. I put up with her shit the entire semester until I couldn't anymore. I decided to drop her class, and since then I have been at peace. 

The lesson I have learned is to leave people with their mess. The shit that comes out your hole is still yours, no matter how much you try to smear others with it.  

I'm breathing again...

Ain't That The Fuckin' Truth

Nobody wants to face it,
And they damn sure don't want to face it alone,
It's vast and bright, intimidating,
It digs in you deeper than the ocean,
Determines your level of bravery,
Dances at the sight of your vulnerability.

The truth is the first thing we see when we wake,
And the first thing denied when we put our feet on the floor,
When we walk to the bathroom we remind ourselves of the script,
But what if that script was ripped and you had nothing but...
You'd be left with the truth, fucking with your mind,
Your life, your body, your essence, realized.

By Badilisho Ibwriting
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

How She Heals

You fell and scraped your knee,

The first person to lift you up was grandma,

As she rocked you back and forth,

With a knowing, she clenched her teeth together,

Firmly placed her tongue to the roof of her mouth,

….and she moaned.

As you laid your head on her bosom, there was a shift,

The sound grew from her chest and vibrated through your being,

You soon forgot about your pain and got lost in the healing,

She rocked, and she rocked you slowly,

And her sound was now your sound,

….and she moaned.

She moaned a song you had never heard,

Yet your spirit found it familiar,

She moaned a song sweet as fruit,

Thick as oil, it was soft yet strong,

Somewhere between the first notice and dried tears,

You realized the tune wasn’t a song,

…and she moaned.

Her spirit was speaking to yours,

She was telling you not to worry,

It will pass as all things will,

In this moment, she relayed abundant love,

You received from her and it was magic,

And when she was done, you ran off to play again,

….and she moaned.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

I’m a Fuck Up

Before we begin,

Allow me to apologize,

For I know that I will hurt you,

Somewhere down the line.

I’ll offend your friends,

Talk shit about your old man,

Don’t do what I’m supposed to,

Or maybe I’ll just neglect you.

Whatever it will be,

Know that I don’t mean It,

Many have come before you,

And they made the man you see.

He is flawed but trying,

His ways are raw but dying,

For every glance of you,

Gives hope, gives chance.

I am apologizing now,

For what I will do later,

Can you find it in your heart,

Forgive me now, forever.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

They Hate Me

I hope on that day they will see my heart,
Until then they will tear me apart,
For who they think I am,
For the man that violated them,
For the questions my soul creates,
They will rip me like paper.

They no longer speak in Your voice,
They have forgotten Your essence,
They walk with anger and discontent,
And compassion is a concept of the past,
When we all come together hold me high,
Show them just how much I am You.

If you do that much for me I will stay here,
I will fight the fight and bleed greatness,
But I will not stay here if they will never see,
My heart beats for them as much as it does for me,
I would die for them and right now it means nothing,
I need You to remember my heart on that day.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Valerie

That's heroin singing to us,

As she pulls on her hair,

Tussles with her blouse,

She's sending you a note,

It's sharp and there is dissonance,

Raw with chorus for us.

It runs through her veins,

And as we watch her twitch,

We feel the flow as it eats at her, 

We sway at her rugged delivery,

Yes Valerie, come on over,

Pain is here to sing to us, again.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

(Inspired by A. Winehouse)

Unwell

I felt the pain,
Gave into the moment,
Stood in silence,
I stirred...slept light,
They called it love,
Some said I would heal,
Why am I still here?

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Just

I may piss some of you off, but this story should be told, 

It's about people who aren't human,

They walk around with the body, but no longer have the spirit,

Empty, cold, selfish and confused,

These are the new people.

They don't help each other, but they help themselves to others.

The new people will throw you under the bus for material gain,

They ask for favors and quickies and they barely know your name,

Souless, they reek of shit and something onion-like,

It's hard to sing this song, 'cause it's too true,

It's hard to sing this song in front of you,

Something tells me you ain't listening anyway.

I have to remind myself not to expect too much,

They no longer feel or care, no longer human.

They are just people.

Don' Kno' Shit

Old man with a book in hand,

Telling me I'm goin' to hell,

Said my skin gon' melt off me,

And I'll ache all over.

Old man don't kno',

He's gon' open the do',

And his eight girlfriends,

They'll be there fa sho'.

Old man don't kno',

He really don't kno',

If hell is for me,

It's home for him for sho'.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

On The Outside

You can hear freedom,

You can taste it,

But it's not yours,

It belongs to everyone but you.

You watch them,

They ignore you,

With each tale of their living,

You die knowing you will never.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Spit Fire

It’s not the trace of a lollipop,

Or a strawberry flavored gumdrop,

It’s anger boiling at orifice,

That’s what’s inside my mouth.

If I part lips you will see it,

Years of frustration congregating,

Traveling from every nerve,

To my great opening…to be heard.

Denials and defeats,

Fists that beat,

Eyes unseen,

In my mouth.

Unborn babies…cum,

Unlived dreams…spit,

Unseen destiny…dirt,

In my mouth.

They travel through my veins,

Wanting words applied to them,

Red, hot , fierce, fiery words,

They wait in my mouth.

And as I accept this award,

I can only think about…

The fire I dare take credit for,

In my mouth.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Your Whore

You want my loving,

But not my time,

You want my body,

But not my mind.

Your whore I am,

Use me how you may,

Just promise me one thing,

You tell no one I was nothing. 

By Badilsho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Next To Me

I just want to be loved,

Understood,

Seen as special,

Seen as good.

Anything else kills me,

Breaks,

My spirit,

My truth.

If you want to do right by me,

Stay,

Love,

Live, next to me.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Not

There she stands looking at me,
Hoping that one day I'd be,
Her man.

The dream unfolds as I'm stared down,
She has determined my seed,
She's open.

Boy will she be surprised by the truth,
I am lusting after her cousin,
He's hot.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Recognize

What love I give to you,

I look for it in return,

But I get burned.

Much time I put your way,

All because I want you to stay,

But you walk away.

I’m tired of this thing,

I’m the only one who’s giving,

Will you recognize my love.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

No Ugly

In a world full of overt beauty I dare tell the truth,
There are times when it's ugly and harsh,
They only want things that are beautiful and perfect,
They don't want the truth.

Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com