IMAGINE ME-- O.S

Imagine me a greater being. Not a christ-like image, a symbolic figure splattered in your thoughts. Pulling you towards adventure showing you my own art-like picture, hanging up for the world to see. Imagine me, tied down or living free a creative employee of successful worldwide refugees. Saving lives of the innocent dreaming infinitely ,articulately -- respectfully. The shit you want to say as a kid but god forbid you speak out-- you'll get whipped. Whipped like slaves of our words, trapped in. The consequences of playing to win , run before they switch up the stories, horrors turning into non-fiction glories, but its real. Imagine me breaking free from stereotypes, its a horrible site. Looking back, people changed history for life, yet we settle for what isnt right,. Dr.King, Rosa Parks and Nelson Mandela-- A better bedtime story than Cinderella. They sacrificed more than shoes, gave up everything and still didnt lose. It's a lost cause-- we are lost, killing our own brothers. Behold a modern day dangerous world , just look at your hands-- its history untold. As African- Americans we need a tight hold on our possessions , take whats rightfully yours with aggression. Imagine me changing the lives of the younger , giving opinions to the youngsters a brighter future amongst us. The ones starving of hunger, now feasting. Successful black people increasing. Imagine me and see change. -Omorefe Slayton

THAT GAP

That Gap...

There's this thing...its called "that gap."
that gap is...this thing that you have...
between a relationship.
It's not love.
In fact, this has nothing to do
with love. So scratch that thought out of your head.
It's about stupidity.
It's actually a thing.
I'm not talking about sheer stupidity.
I'm talking about relationship stupidity.
It's sheer relationship stupidity...
But either way, this person does this thing...THAT GAP
 they "shud" try to avoid at all costs but they dont.
It's not really their fault...
Or maybe it is, because you're in a "relationship" suppose to know.
So it is their fault! ...
Again, this completely to do with romantic love.
It's something stupid like, 
"
Never eat the last snicker bar, because Kacy loves snickers
"
Try to not be  fuck up today...

And...
You think they would know.
But they dont.
It's fucking sad.
And I'm pissed.
I fucking hate that. 
-_-

To Be or Not to Be? -- Modern Emulation

To stand, or not to stand: that is the question: 

Whether 'tis expected in society to become 

the mundane and unoriginal beings of past beings; 

Or to dance and frolic in a life of chill, 

And live happy. 

To withstand; to resist 

The ebb and flow of men life you, 

The sea of beats and rushing water. 

Trees of honesty that vibes with the course of the wind. 

To chill; to party; 

To rush: to even love, and open yourself for the pain, the trouble 

For in chill, and social connection we feel, 

Hurt. When we’re crying from the jolt of love; 

We should have stand; should have  

Resisted the quest 

Of happiness, movement, life; 

The wired fence of a minefield dream. 

In the sake of honesty, to become a pencil pusher? 

To despise the wretches of the idea itself. 

 To not know. To want to know. To finally know. 

A friend’s forceful farce face, 

A languished lie of love, 

In the sake of honesty? 

The thumpa-thumpa of lights and sound never lie. 

Never hurts. 

The realization tomorrow does. 

The dawn of jazz, 

And you’re peers frowns antipathy. 

The nostalgia of the past, 

And the fear of the future. 

A world of lost, strife against strife, 

Unnatural pain we all have to suffer. 

Products of this dystopian society 

Isn’t that the natural end anyway? 

Social upbringings taint us all, 

Immobile to anything bigger than ourselves.

-Kacy

RANT--

“Mothers are these things that we all have.”

“Actually, no, they’re not things.”

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

I looked at him

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

In awe, because I don’t think he knows.

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

He does not now.

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

How much I love him.

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

I want to lean in.

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

I want to kiss him.

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

So I lean in in.

“rant”

“rant”

“rant”

He stops ranting.

And I kiss him.

The rest is history.

LESSONS WE LEARN ---

LESSONS WE LEARN—

I remember getting slapped

across the face with my “guardian’s” leather

belt, and as it brushed

of my face,

me of course, leaving

drool and trickles of blood

on the belt

itself.

And the belt leaving its rigid impressions

on my face,

it,

swollen, of course, til the next day.

The belt,

 itself,

being,

my “guardian’s” lesson on how a man is supposed act.

And what a man is supposed to like.

And how man is supposed to fuck.

And how a men are not to like men, but women.

I remember crying so much,

not knowing what I was doing wrong.

Barely able to catch my breath

and getting beaten as I was told to “shut the fuck up.”

A slave to the idea of a life of a typical

black

man

in the Caribbean.

Then I remember where I was…

And I remember I had to smile.

I smile now.