HOMOSEXUALITY

GAY MARRIAGE?? KEEP IT REAL! WHAT DO YOU THINK?

IS IT A REVOLUTION?

OR IS IT EVOLUTION?

THINK TANKS BLAMING THE CONSTITUTION

 

Who does time wait for?

Released energy

Felt 100 times before

Left 100 times more

Tranquil spirits regenerate to clear it

Politicking nations for the world to fear it

And I wake the echo for time to drawl on time

Liberals in high pursuit already processing minds

For a peaceful surrender

To confuse gender bingers

Who pulled government strings?

To bring light to such evil things

Extraterrestrial molecules

Emote obstacles

That births paradoxicals

I can hear the gavels begin to beat conceit

Invariably bittersweet

Ruling.

Man.

Obsolete.

MY THOUGHTS? I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED (:

IF YOU LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

I LOVE PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE

NOT WHO THEY LOVE

NOT MY MAN! (POETRY)

 

 

I want to get him and get him good

I am seeing red

As I watch them both laying in our bed

Him giving my man what looked like some “meeeeaaan” head

The chic from kill bill won’t have shit on me

I will start with his lover, make him watch, make him see

I’m ready to spend the rest of my life in jail

I might as well go all the way

They both can go straight underneith of hell

This can’t be my reality

Homosexuality

A preference, a personal reference

But oh God

Not my man!

 

 

 

 

WHAT THE F*** IS THIS????? (POETRY REPOST W/AUDIO)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/audio-recording-on-saturday

 I DIDN’T MEAN TO GIVE MYSELF TO ANOTHER,,,OR DID I

HE STARTLED ME AS I TURNED AROUND, I HEARD THAT MANLY SOUND, THAT WAS HIM

I WAS CAUGHT OFF GAURD, WHEN HE SAID

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!

I DID NOT MEAN TO GIVE MYSELF TO ANOTHER, I TOLD MY HUSBAND, IT WAS ONLY A KISS

I STOOD THEIR IN THE RAIN AS THE GEL FROM MY CURL SET RAN DOWN MY TEMPLE

I LOVE YOU, I SAID, AND AGAIN, HE SAID

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!!!!!!

I, I, I , AS I STUDDERED TO TRY AND FIND THE WORDS

MY MISTRESS STOOD THEIR PLEADING WITH HER EYES FOR ME TO ACKNOWLEDGE HER

SHE WANTED ME TO SAY, THIS IS THE WOMAN IV’E BEEN SEEING EVERY DAY

BUT I STOOD THEIR,,,BLANK

AS I WATCHED MY HUSBANDS HEART SINK INTO THE EARTH WITH THE RAIN

I WANTED TO REVERSE THIS PAIN

HE SAID, WITH MUCH MORE AUTHORITY

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, IF IT’ WAS ONLY A KISS, WHY IS SHE CRYING

I DIDN’T MEAN TO GIVE MYSELF TO ANOTHER

OR DID I

I STOOD THEIR TRAPPED, BUT IF I WALKED AWAY NOW, I KNEW I’D MISS HER KISS

WE ALL JUST STOOD THEIR

IN THE RAIN

AS I THOUGHT

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!!!!

VOICE (EPIGRAM REPOST W/AUDIO)

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/voice

 

His name was Tommy and his spirit’s alive and well.

I hope you don’t mind it’s his story I shall tell.

He would be 37 but at the time he was 12.

And for many years his life was a living hell.

Well it’s his father he despised.

All his sneaky ways and dirty little lies.

His dad was strange in many different ways.

What Tommy didn’t know is his dad had full blown AIDS.

His dad was in denial; he wouldn’t take any meds.

Every night Tommy’s dad would cry then come lay in Tommy’s bed.

Tommy was 12, to him a man, he knew this wasn’t right.

He’d lay there quiet, he dare not fight.

He was 15 and with every fiber he said NO!

His dad looked at him and they both stood toe to toe.

Tommy stood strong as his dad raised his fist.

This was his life and wasn’t it supposed to be a gift.

Life’s meaning erased.

And even his favorite pie had a bitter taste.

He started feeling strange but he didn’t want to believe. 

His dad had given him this horrible disease called HIV.

Tommy’s life at this point, he felt like he had no say.

Because the thoughts and feelings he was having surely made him gay.

His father died and he was glad to see him go.

He was a constant reminder of this disease and no one else could know.

This thing had him tossing and turning all through the night.

He was tired and said, Toya, I just don’t have the strength to fight.

Tommy let the years pass him by with each passing day.

The truth was he was scared and let fear lead the way.

He was like a shadow chasing the sun until it disappeared.

Tommy was lost and bound to a zillion little tears.

Strangely his first semester class did a project on children with AIDS.

And he decided to take his life back on that very special day.

As he walked through the hospital children marked by sores.

Babies in small bubbles; his heart was completely torn.

He ran to the bathroom and cried until he hit the floor.

He asked God; please tell me what is all this for?

I don’t do drugs.

I don’t sleep around.

And Tommy didn’t want to be gay.

His dad was just a real sick man that took his innocence away.

For all the children who don’t have a choice.

Tommy decided to take a stand and be the children’s voice.

He stood in front of thousands and said…

My name is Tommy and I have AIDS.

And I’m speaking for all the little people who become victims every day.

His body’s 6 feet under but his spirit’s still alive.

And if you’re reading this then his spirit has survived.

This is Tommy’s way of continuing to be the children’s voice.

This is for all the little people who never had a choice.

 

 

                                                Thank you, Tommy.