titled wat poetry means to me by PHAT POET

His right hand containing a paper and pen as a gift A man offered me his left in sympathetic charity I’m not telepathic but I could sense his kind mentality

Born into this world no different to any other Only to discover life was going to get tougher The drunker dad became the more agitation brewed With mum he argued till I was poetically rescued I found solitude from the ink that swam from my pen Gave me endowment and accuracy like a natural marksman And then within my spirit I embarked on freeing Believing and achieving stamping a stop on self grieving

This man I realized was an imaginary shepherd To guide me through and become level headed Befriended by the engravements I etched in wood I understood it could sooth pain from my childhood When times weren’t good it supported me with a pillow To ease aching and provide a book for me to bestow My thoughts and dreams a way to cripple their schemes Construct stable mind crossbeams with visual morphines The themes that ran through my head I wrote in concrete To allow my garden bed to grow right there in the street

My journal offered ears when I couldn’t be heard Furnished a safe house when my life was being mortared The selected words that remain on my page today Will forever remind me where there’s a will there’s a way So what does poetry mean to me?

With my shepherds guidance my soul can be free

COULD U LOVE ME ANYWAY BY NATURALLY

No. I dont know the lyrics to all of Tupacs songs.... or Little Wayne eitherBut I can tell you the N.E.R.D songs, or Fefe Dobson...-shes black, doesn't she count?

I don't know when to add the dash of Texas Pete - I mean hot sauce - into your nostalgic gumboOr how to fry chicken for that matterBut if you teach me, I can learn.

I don't know how to corn row your hair,or put shells on the ends of your locks - but my cousin said she'll do it.

I can't be your big booty black freakIm petite, but you still think I'm beautiful right?Right?

I can't have your back in the streets - physicallyBut I can hold you down in every other aspect.. and keep your mind sound at home

No, I don't rock:weave ponytails, pumps,starter jackets,orfishnetsbut I can get dolled up and turn heads reguardless.

I can't weight it or grow itdry it or roll it
But I will blaze with you.

I won't trade my:
"bueno's" for "fa sho's"
Hollister for Fubu
Reggaeton for Gangsta Rap
Pure Accent for Lip Smacking Gum Popping Banter
Optimism for Bitterness
Luxury Ride for an Old School Hoop Ride
Me for You

Don't be embarassed when I wear Nautica gear with Vans

or

Because I pierce my body, and bang my head to the beats from under the Cork Tree

Don't be ashamed.
I am no less black than you are.

My hair still grows in kinky waves,
I'm allergic to the cold,
And I dont sunbathe.

But I know who I am.

The Question is - Could You Love Me Anyway?

"Cant mess wit jamaica babi, wat wat"