Black Like Me, White Like You

Before you read my poem, I just want to say a few things that I always think about!

I always wonder on social media(especially on twitter) I notice that black people always say stuff like

“Black Men, I love y’all. Y’all are so strong. I appreciate y’all!”

“Black women……..we are the shit and I love y’all fine asses too”

“It’s very motivating to see young black people making moves and being successful”

Now I am a black man and I want black people to do well and exceed. In all honesty, I want every race to succeed. Now I notice black people on social media compliment each other and express how beautiful black people are and that’s great but in reality, how come I don’t see this same support in real life? Doesn’t it feel like black people compete with each other instead of trying to help each other in real life? Besides social media, what are some ways that black people can support each other in real life? Besides boxing and dancing, do you feel like black are a step behind every other race in this world? Let’s say in the google search bar, you typed in “Men” and then you select the images tab, now do you see more white men faces or black men faces? Why do we celebrate black history during the month of February? Instead of celebrating black history during February, why can’t history be history and we celebrate black and white people from the past together every month all year round? Why are we taught in elementary schools that Christopher Columbus discovered America? How can white people be more supportive against black people and fight with us against racism so black people can achieve more?

Another scenario I wanna make is, lets say you take the average young black man about in his twenties. His best friend is a white man name “Tom”. They been friends for years. One day, Tom seems him in the street and tries to give him a hug and says to the black man “Wassup my nigga”. Now how do you think the average black man would respond?

Now after you answer that question, let’s say Tom was black, hell lets say Tom was black and the young black man Tom only knew each other for a few months and Toms says “Wassup my nigga” now how do you the the average black man would respond? After you answer this question, is your answer different from the answer you provided for the previous question?

Imagine you reverse the color of your skin

and your now among a different trend.

To experience a new life, a new difference.

To see what it’s like to have parents

that are complete opposites of what your use to.

Is their really a difference between black and white people?

Based on declaration of Independence, are all men created equal?

Let’s say for a week, I switched lives with a white guy and see things

through his eyes and he see things through mine.

What would I see?

I vision a difference.

I now come from a different birth place, different space.

See different people, see different faces.

I see the powerful unity between I and my siblings

and we have the same parents.

Coworkers and their friendly persona without much drama.

It’s definitely an honor to dressing a fancy suit

with my own office

Through the help with my parents and thought out choices,

my career will take me to long places.

Good grades in high school and college.

Even though I’m friendly with everybody,

I refused to get involved with ignorance so

I never got accustomed to black faces.

I kept my distance.

Even with the help of Martin Luther King,

I never comprehended the ignorance and violence

towards one another the blacks demonstrated.

Their race as a whole is devastating.

This is what I see in a white man dream.

But what does white man see in me in his dream?

He visions a difference.

Now he comes from a different birth place.

Now dwell in a different space.

See different people, different faces.

Forced to endure betrayal of his siblings

and live under a roof of a single parent.

Co-worker act friendly in front of each other faces

but deep down really jealous of each other.

Workers are being abused by supervisors

and the poor management and constant drama.

It’s a shame to work at a place where he only make

a dollar above minimum wage.

Even though he had decent grades in college,

yet still struggling to reach high places.

He learned in this world

it’s not what you know,

it’s who you know with the right color face.

He is constantly involved in ignorance and drama,

but really just wanna be friendly with everybody.

Hard to find friends of his kind, so he looks to find

friends of the kind of mine.

The black people, he keeps his distance,

unfortunately the white people resist him.

Plus his own kind think he is a sellout.

He realize his race as a whole is devastating.

How To Improve Our Relationship?

For the women that are in a committed relationship  that’s reading this, imagine your reaction to this poem if your boyfriend/husband send you this text message!

 

A confused man with plan.
As I stand, I’m a man
with mind of a little boy
who knows nothing about
seeking joy
and I wonder if you take heed
upon my voice.
Courage is uncertain
in my heart
So sometimes I wonder
Towards you am I deserving?
Emotions I have yet to impart.
Being Impecunious provides
spectacular dreams,
but yet dubious
because of low self esteem
But can you blame me?
Life is complex you see
so believe me for not trying
but I’m trying
to be understanding
in accepting my character
and personality.
But understand I’m not a character
in a urban fiction novel
so try not to be so hostile.
I make excuses because of
fear not laziness.
I admit my wrongs
but I’m not flawless
I was destined to commit sins
since I was born.
So understand
why I have to move on.
Emotionally satisfied
but mentally paralyzed.
Funny thing is I don’t have mixed emotions,
you was perfect but there is more to it
and hopefully later you’ll understand there is better man to have children with.
If I could play the time spent together in slow motion,
you see the dedication without passion.
I was loyal and unhappy.
Emotions in my heart were joyful
but it’s not simple.
Mentally I’m miserable, homesick, disgruntled, and pitiful
but nothing to do with you.
Everything I write for you is true.
I have no choice at the moment but to leave you displeased.
But 10 years from now, you will be pleased,
ecstatic, content, and this will be an paradisiac image of history.
I love you and you love me too.
I was told to find ways to improve the relationship
but the only solution is to leave instead of fixing it.
Last but not least
I apologize for this long text message.

What Comes To Mind When You Hear “We Got All The Time In The World?”

Zone out thinking is there a heaven or hell?
Face expressions appear to be under a spell?
Thoughts loud like a Japan peace bell
but this thought isn’t a bombshell
so this type of thought, I hear it well.
Life after death, ever wonder what’s in store for
yourself?
Souls that are with us in sprirt can’t speak or talk.
A after life after we die and what do I picture when I close my eyes?
God and angels in the clouds.
A marvelous place but wondering why such a small crowd?
Angels cover me, protecting my body like a towel.
A “Welcome Home Invitation” I received.
“Don’t be nervous” a mighty voice soothes me.
I respond “Indeed” and began to dwell in peace.
Like sperm cells, thoughts appear more than one at time
and each one is uniquely defined
and this next thought of mine is horrific like a rape crime.
A after life after we die and what do I picture when I close my eyes?
Lucifer, and demons seem to be aroused
as my soul falls to 50 billion light year
below the ground.
A undesirable place to be but why is there such a large crowd?
Demons used pitch forks, picking at my body
which leads to leaking
of blood from stab wounds all over my body.
A “Your Soul Is Mine” echoes loud in this place which is 100 times hotter than a volcano.
“Down here your soul is worthless” a bloodcurdling voice talks
and becuase of the heat from the fire,
my head twist and twirl like a tornado.
I respond ” Away from me Satan! For it is writ”

but I don’t complete my sentence as demons play tug of war with my body then drag me
to be devoured by the red dragon.
I share with you all my thoughts patterns.
On earth we are only visitors.
Life is really a dream world
So next time you rushing and make a mistake
and someone patient says
“Relax we got all the time in the world”
always remember the words written in this poem.

Letter To My Favorite Person

Dear SweetOne,

Wow I don’t know what to say!
Leaving me speechless.
You thinking about me everyday just gave me confidence.
I’m ready to be exposed to your world
since you are my girl.
Unlike a ven diagram,
know one can compare
to what we share.
Together we will takes chances like we are playing double dare,
but I will keep you safe
like a pistol in a safe.
I can express my love to you in so many ways.
In my heart
you take up 3 quarters.
Your spirit is
fresh like water
without the piranhas.
Our spirits flow together
like a river
and our future destination
gets much clearer.
Clear like a glass
of water.
When your heart
cries heavy precipation,
I’m the pot that
receives your precipitation.
When your heart was
a roof that was leaking,
I save the water tears
and mix it with fire
so the water can start boiling.
I am making you herbal tea
and I want you to start drinking
to show you my love
is sweet like the scent
of peppermint
which deflects all men
that act like snakes and
the rodents
that are addicted to cheese
leaving you in toliet
constipated.
Stuck in pain
and it’s ashame
but I am here
to get rid of the shit
that’s been bothering you
and providing water to you
so you can eliminate constipation
and avoid dehydration.
It’s still raining so let me migrate
your heart
to somewhere warm and safe.
Surround your heart with an air mass
that’s marine tropical
and I am a trade wind
that will blow your mind
all year and all the time.
I want to make you mine.
Heart split in half with a line
that’s big as the equator.
I am here to bring both pieces
back to together
because I will lead you
to our heavenly father.
Combine the northern hemisphere
of your heart
and the southern hemisphere
of your heart
Do you see what I’m trying to
do with your heart?
I’m trying to combined
the broken pieces and fix it
to restore your world.

The Pleasure In My Dark Soul

Pay attention
From the heart and soul
I wrote this,
and this poem
by far is the deepest.
Relationship is a test.
A heartbreak is the lesson.
Body needs rest.
Mind has questions.
Heart split into pieces
and each piece
scattered like roaches
in the kitchen
when the lights come one.
Was you prepared for
this lesson on the day
you was born?
I say about 40% of you
reading this are probably
still heartbroken.
Pain we don’t choose
but yet how the fuck
do we accept it?
Ever wonder what was
go through Toni Braxton’s
mind when she wrote
“Breath Again” or
“Another Sad Song”
or Marry J Blige
when she wrote
“I’m going down”.
It’s all a trend.
When you get a chance
give these songs a listen.
What it feels like
to be heartbroken? Broken like egg shells
and going through withdrawals.
Trapped underwater
and it felt like forever.
I couldn’t hold my breath any longer.
Still drowning but occasionally resurface
to be pushed further
into heartache.
A responsibility evaded
will make a dream faded
like a college kid being
told “You ain’t Michael Jordan
so become a janitor”.
It’s like telling your great-grandmother
your too old for romance.
Criticism is constant
and people blame and say
you were being stupid
and get over it.
Those same people are
the biggest hypocrites
when they suffering life problems
because they will call you and
expect you to listen.
It’s a division
between your
mind and heart,
making you bewildered
like figuring out where to
start
when cleaning a messy room.
Pain is intense
like a woman wearing
too much perfume.
Bride and groom
is part of God’s Plan
am I right?
Why is something that is very precious
such a tough fight
like a baby is teething and you trying
to put the baby to sleep at night.
How much is a diamond worth?
What’s more precious,
jewelry or a child’s birth?
Cash corrupts loyalty
and expose greed and jealously.
Misery makes me overwhelmed.
All the shit I been through.
Stress sticking to my mind like glue.
I need relaxation
like a couple on a cruise.
Like soup,
I need something that heals
since stress is like a toxic person
right behind me on my heels.
Life is real and it kills
like cancer.
Stress moves around
like a dancer?
Am I in danger?
I feel like Simba
during the stampede.
My heart breaks
and for years it bleeds
like a girl on her period.
Stress rushes me like
adrenaline.
Ain’t nothing different.
Every day same shit
until death takes me home.
To me pain is historic
like a Maya Angelou poem.
In a world full of thieves
and loyalty made me naive
and oblivious to disloyalty.
Loyalty pushed to the side
like a chick
that’s only purpose to
satisfy’s a niggas dick.
Money and pussy
bullies loyalty
until it no longer has meaning.
An abuse kid with scar and bruises
from beatings
is a mental feeling
when your a slave to loyalty.
So broken
need more flowers
than fried chicken
and place them in the kitchen.
I’m my own hero to the rescue
and I need rest too.
Like A McDonald’s public restroom,
the heart is vacant
and I plan find a way
to keep it occupied.
Reminding myself that my heart scraed
and I should no longer be terrified.
But all I do is tell myself lies.
A heavy load like a man without
ejaculation.
For four weeks,
carrying boulders on my shoulders
for weeks.
Was told complaining was for the weak.
I believe I won’t last long like a man
not having sex in weeks.
Face is wet like pussy
and body is sick and infected
from eating raw meat.
Sleepy,but still writing
because this poem
was calling me.
Words and sentences blending
with a unique style of rhyming.
Lightbulb over my head.
A good feeling like getting some head,
Sparking a light,
so my poem can shine
which excites like a family
welcoming a new-born baby.
But yet, I am here
fighting off habits that are shady.
Gossip and laziness, I’m trying to
detach from my vocabulary.
This poem has mixed feelings
and restore like dental fillings.
Being broken will turn me loose
like a screw or a baby tooth.
“They say heartbreak is short distance
but it feels like long distance
Around the corner
but a week we converse
only a few minutes.
Decrease in the amount of time we spend.
I pretend that I have strength
until the length of me without you extends.
I can’t no longer be more than a friend.”
This is what I think to myself
wishing I was the one that broke your heart
instead of you breaking mine.
Sometimes the thing we humans
hate most is time.
It’s short and never stop
and we struggle to keep up.
So now reaction to my depression
lead me on the roof of a building
Is suicide the objective?
Good question
On a mission like America soldiers
seeking weapons of mass destruction.
I am insatiable for declining
to treasure the rainbow.
Life hard like erections
sometimes I wonder If
Death > > depression?
Phone becomes dry like a desert
and it get worst since you thirst.
Only hear notifications when an email arises,
just waiting for a call or text message
and yet receive nothing.
Do I feel abandoned?
I began to question
Lack of attention is the center
of my attention.
Heartbreak will make you different.
Instead of committing suicide,
I pretend I’m immortal.
I can be untouchable.
Every girl I talk to,
I smile in her face
but my mind says fuck you.
Turn into a player
and break hearts and crumble
them like potato chips.
I don’t give a shit.
Fuck human nature
because it’s too much pressure
wanting to be accepted and liked.
Be making you confused about your identity
like a transvestite.
Fuck a wife and worry about my life
is my motto.
Self-confidence will shoot through the roof
faster than I ever imagined.
I play my strengths to their weakness
like Eve in the Garden
manipulated by the serpent.
A serpent or demon
whatever you wanna call it,
I’m still a savage.
Poison disguised as medicine.
Prince charming
with a soul of a demon.
Fuck forgiveness,
revenge is the mission
through divine intoxication.
Logic or emotion.
Thinking of drinking love potion
while trying to stay focus.
Different choices
determines the outcome of a situation.
An immediate reaction
lead to decisions or using mindful
techniques to determine my destiny.
But still Feeling blue like the child
of Beyoncé.
I’m going “Halfway crazy”
Like Musiq.
Practicing baptism by affusion
Is similar feeling after I got my heartbroken.
I am now born again.

Please read Suicidal Thoughts/In Case Tomorrow Not Promised as well and that is another very deep poem that I may plan to read at an open mic.

1) How relatable is this poem to you?

2) What was your favorite line in this poem?

3) What was the darkest line in this poem?

4) By reading this poem, what was going through your mind?

5) One question that has nothing to do with this poem but summarize in a sentence on how are you different from other bloggers!

Also please listen to “Another Sad Song”, “Breathe Again” by Toni Braxton

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Listen to “I’m going down” by Mary J blige

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Listen to “Halfway Crazy” by Musiq.

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What Poem Should I Recite When I Go To An Open Mic?

I have plans on going to the Bowery Club in NYC on Monday to recite a poem for open mic but I am not sure what poem I should recite so  read this poem below and comment below if I should  recite this poem on Monday for open mic!

Please click on the video to here me recite the poem I plan to recite Monday. You can copy and paste the link into a web browser. If you can’t play the video, I apologize in advance.

Listen to Open Mic Poem by David Hockaday #np on #SoundCloud

 Is what we see always guaranteed?

Death and taxes final

but is bleeding guaranteed?

All physical

but is it mental?

Laughter and pain

faces each other

with a thin line in between

This image was presented

to me in a dream

Or was this a nightmare?

Angels and Demons everywhere

I don’t give a fuck about nothing

People always want something

Life is not for free

but people constantly plead

A Broken heart and spoiled dreams

face defeat

but prepare for next war

Ever been judge for what you wore?

Short skirts means you a whore?

Should pastors be adored?

Ever been forced to be brave

to face of what you was afraid?

Negative situations

we tend to procrastinate

but the problems don’t escape.

Conflict is a fire that burns your skin

and the line between fear and suicide

is not that thick,

it’s long and thin.

Never a win win situation

and I’m reluctant from previous situations

Addictions cause my affliction

My behavior is redundant

My character is incredulous

like hypocrites

Mind is dubious and racing fast

Like women who are promiscuous

Pain became numb

So I became oblivious

Torment I’m going through

and it’s so obvious

I keep holding secrets

Life is devious.

Some mistaken me

for being conceited

But I’m being honest.

Time move fast like sonic.

Our time span is concise

So my speculations

of life is precise.

Hard life and the affect

is money is tight like a virgins vagina

because of  drinking coronas

Face is wet

like I’ve been in a sauna.

Crying at this hour

because this girl said “our”

relationship is smooth like powder

but quickly disappeared

when she found someone with more dollars.

Had me on a leash

she even picked out my pink collar.

Affliction become stronger 

Addiction might last longer

than I originally thought

Withdrawals are worst

Became too broke to devour coronas

Like a poor kid playing

with a toy that’s broke

because the parents can’t afford another

I’m wishing things would go back

to how they were

because I don’t want another lover

 

So comment below and tell me your honest opinion about this poem and If I should recite this at open mic!

 

I also have 2 more poem, I am thinking about reciting as well and here are the links

A Special Lady

and

Heartless and Heartbroken 

For those that are poets that have been to an open mic, comment below and briefly tell me your experience!

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Smooth like silk
color changing
like spoiled milk.
Use to be so closer
like 2 pieces of
whole wheat bread
in a toaster.
Were heavy
Like bed comforters
now light like quilts.
Head was straight
now my head tilts.
Stiff neck and I’m still
loyal like a mother bear
to her cubs.
Where’s is the love?
We were like Donny
and Roberta.
Now I’m emotional
like a soap opera.
A white lady sniffing coke
A crack head without soap
full of blackheads
being afflicted.
My spirit is
no longer lifted.
My phone calls,
you are ducking and dodging
like Muhammad Ali
and you are the greatest.
Brag about loyalty
but just shit talking
without backing
up your actions,
acting improper
like a fraction.
I was like
a whole number
but the heart you
cut in half
like a fraction.
Caught up in
the mix
like nesquick
in a glass.
I’m not complaining
just explain the facts.

Comment below and tell me what double entendres I provided in this poem.

Communication In A Relationship

The foundational principle of all relationships
and the essential ingredient.
Interactions can be verbal or nonverbal.
In relationships, we all have our hurdles
since words and actions can hurt you.
Skills that’s most dependent is listening.
Listening comes before speaking.
Communication is the key that unlock the door.
Silence  at the wrong time don’t solve problems that’s  what we abhor
Solving problems requires conversing to reach a solution we adore.
But you may ask what is communication?
Communication is the transfer of information.
In relationships, communication allows you
to explain to someone what you are experiencing.
This is never perfect
this requires practice.
Speak your mind
If don’t want to leave problems undefined.
Building relationships requires trust
and that take time.
Don’t keep your mind confined
Allow your thoughts to flow freely
Don’t play with your mind.
Be honest completely
Communication is patience
and relationships take time.
You may feel hesitation
to speak your mind
But remaining silent don’t fix the situation.
As long as the heart is benevolent
and your mind is kind
Never be afraid to speak in what’s in your mind.

 

I’m A Maniac

Solider with the mind of a Maniac

Never been a gangsta,

But in love with the violence

I try to behave, but seem

To follow the path of

Defiance.

I’m a hypocrite, because

Life is so intricate.

I abbreviated the name

Of my guns every time I

Commit a homicide.

Shoot and reload

Without thinking twice.

I’m always fully loaded

With clips like it’s full metal jacket.

I shoot my rounds and leave the scene

Graphic.

Section eight is what going on

In my head and I’m not militant.

I sacrificed peace, just to see bodies deceased.

I’m notorious; I give people the creeps,

Like crackhead teeth.

In my garage, I got artillery

As if I’m a veteran on Call of Duty.

I don’t need a hitman, I’ll do the job myself.

Have my buddy on my waist

Near the buckle of my belt.

The feeling of the cold steel on my hands.

A addictive feeling no one understands.

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

And I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

and I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

I need a peace plan
Life is cold like Iceland
and thoughts are deep
like the Atlantic Ocean.
I daydream into wonderland
wondering
what’s my lifespan
is it worth more
than the loose change
in my sweatpants.
I’m a positive man
but being broke
provides an appeal that’s blatant.
Blatantly heart becomes vacant
and mind is filthy like a basement
filled with rodents.
Aggressive like a caveman
and brain contemplating
to obtain money in my hands.
I need to get my hands on
A mack ten.
Every man I plan on robbing
since lack of funds have me dehydrating.
I have a belly to feed
and this world is survival of the fittest
and I don’t make enough profit
selling weed
So I must proceed with my
evil scheme.
I wouldn’t be turning into Satan
if life was free
So somebody has to scream
So I can eat.
I robbing people and even their seeds.
Years of being broke made me complacent.
So at midnight I robbed a gas station
without any hesitation.
Pulled out my mack 10
and pointed it at the man
behind the counter.
He pulled the money out register.
My bullet is an eraser
I shot him twice in the face
and now his life is erased.
Satan paid for my soul
through pay pal
and I sold it.
I’m soulless.
If I had twice of what I had
I never would of been infatuated
with gats.
Homicide I didn’t want to commit
but shit, this is it.
I’m like the bubble boy trying to adapt.
Insane like slim shady lyrics
So it’s obvious I snapped.

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

And I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

and I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

 

Rape Victim

Point of View of Female Victim

 
My body is numb, my vagina is sore.
I had sexual intercourse by force.
I blame myself for this tragedy.
If only I didn’t dress so seductively,
Only if I was dressed more appropriately.
In my own skin, it’s hard for me to feel sexy.
I will forever die single,
I always will have flashbacks, these aren’t your typical issues.

Point of View of Male Victim

I burnt all the clothes, I was wearing at the time.
My manhood now, no longer is mine.
Take from me without permission,
As I’m on my stomach screaming,
not a single eyewitness in sight.
It’s just not right.
I am ashamed and embarrassed that I keep this tragic incident to myself.

Men and Women both get raped.
Rapists are the most hated.
The worst crime,
of all time, but yet
Rape is the most easiest crime to get away with (especially male rape)
Because a lot of victims don’t report it,
Some will even turn to suicide and commit.
This is the point of view of a rape victim