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.

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.

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.

 

The Harsh Life As An Orphan

All alone without mom and dad.

I lost everything  I had.

I turned to the streets.

Been selling crack since thirteen.

My foster parents don’t give a fuck about me.

No escape from this reality.

I still see my parents in my dreams.

They were my everything,

but that was the past,

this is the present.

On a daily I cut school,

fuck my attendance. 

They don’t care about me,

neither do my foster parents.

I look up to drug dealers 

as my parents.

They are my guidance and protection.

They give me what I have been missing,

love and affection

until I got caught hustling.

The police snatched me up,

cuffed me up,

and locked me up.

Now inside the juvenile 

detention center,

during the middle of winter.

All cold and bitter.

Days becomes weeks,

Weeks become months,

Months become years.

Only thing remain 

that remain the same

is in the mirror ,

when I wake up 

I still see the morning tears.

Now I’m nineteen,

my so called drug dealing friends

bailed out on me.

Not even a visit or letter

from nobody,

unless it’s my attorney.

I look back on life and 

realized I traveled a harsh journey.

I was only suppose to do a year in juvie.

I murder someone in juvie purposely,

because I don’t have family in society.

I’m here among company.

I have food and water for free.

I have a place to rest my head and sleep.

Sad to say but the prison system

is my family.

This is life as a orphan.

I will live like this until 

the day I go inside my coffin.

 

History > Money

An old poem I wrote in December 2016. I will be uploading some older poems for the next few days. I will be uploading alot for the next few days.

Do what you love best.
Be your own man,don’t follow the rest.
Your talent is what you wanna perfect
Look to prepare for the day after the next.
Be optimistic and make your dreams realistic.
Focus on being a warrior today to become a legend tomorrow,
because the future comes fast and you don’t wanna live in sorrow.
Chase the paper, but 1st pray to the creator of all things.
Sometimes wise to accept favors but don’t depend on people for everything.
Make your own path and have the people behind follow your lead.
The root of all evil we run towards like a race.
Come across the finish the line and happiness is what we believe we’ll embrace.
But the wealth is not always what it seems and it can cut you across the face.
Betrayal, drama, pride, greed, and envy are the intangible ingredients in money.
Money gives you royalty but don’t gain you the loyalty.
Life is funny and I’m not talking about comedians.
The broke and humble becomes the rich living as a hypocrite.
Those who were obedient become disobedient
when worshipping the paper like greek Gods.
But there’s only one God
and he’s almighty.
When you put money over your legacy you die with misery.
Chase the dream by putting God first and you’ll make history

 

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Why Is Spring The Best Season?

Another old poem I wrote back in 2014

I look up at the sky,
Realizing it’s no longer winter time.

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The groundhog been saw its shadow 6 weeks ago.
Now time time for the leaves and flowers to grow.

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Most constant weather this time is rain showers
To water the trees and flowers.

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Its the trees and flowers happy hour
From middle to March until Middle of June
Now visible all the squirrels and raccoons.

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Seeing the bunny rabbits humping,
Seeing the birds healthy and flying
Mother nature is in full effect.

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Sunlight hit the plants straight forward and direct,
like a one way block.

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Daylight saving move forward, set the alarm clock.
Nature look so healthy and fine
Spring is the best season of all time

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Comment below if you agree that Spring is the best season of all time!

 

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Life OF A Stalker

This was one of my old poems I wrote back in November 2014 before I discovered wordpress. Comment below and tell me what you think

I am a loner and I feel withdrawn.
I feel delusional way far beyond.
I am in love with my victim,
I have develop feelings that I can’t get rid of.
I don’t want to make my victim aware of my existence,
I keep the victim close,but I watch from a distance.
I’m sneaky and clever as I move in silence.
My intelligence
Is way beyond average,
But I suffer from a mental disorder.
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia.
I am ashamed of my abnormal behavior,
But I can’t help it.
I have a problem I admit.
Suicide sometimes I be ready to commit.
Not much of talker, but more of a watcher and walker.
Welcome to the life of a stalker

Surprise In The Baby’s Room

Everything is all good because of God.
A wife, a baby boy, Jesus corresponds
with me  through prayer.
The weight on my shoulders
eventually gotten lighter
due to Jesus Christ  my Savior.
Tonight my son was on his best behavior
My wife in bed next to me
and it excites me to see her sleep
her body resembles sleeping beauty.
Just blessing on top on blessing
piling up on our family.
It’s 2 in the morning, time to feed my son.
Its’ s been four hours, and feeding time
is so much fun.
I feel like super husband and super dad,
but things went from good to bad.
I almost had a heart attack
because in his crib, I see two rats.
One by the side, one on top of his baby hat
looking to eat the baby for a snack.

 

 

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Comment below and let me know your thoughts regarding the questions below

1)If you  had a baby and it was early in the morning and you was going to feed your baby, but in the crib next to your baby, you saw two rats, what would you do?

2)Based on the title of this post, did this catch you off guard?

3)Are you wondering as to why I would write a poem with a horrific ending?

4)What is the message in this poem?