On Sight

Sometimes I like to veg out
Sit in my life and stare out
Life is Iike them Louboutins
I get worn out
I know the devil tryna throw dirt on me
But if you get hit by that angel dust
Well damn smokie
I was sitting with them chickens
having visions
Staring out but this not what I envisioned
They robbing us of our thrones
But we just sit still
Wiped away our honor
But we think that we the shit still
So what we worry bout what others see
Instead of who we are and what we project
Blame our shortcomings on the things we’ve seen
But if seeing is believing we never owned a mirror
Hell look at NBA NFL or anybody that ever played scrimmage
How we supposed to get on
When we don’t own our own image
I get caught up in ownership
Guess I’m worried bout what the world sees as well
Too scared to make a scene
Too afraid to raise my voice
Guess my momma was right about children
Better seen and not heard

 

(c) 2012 Zacarius Pierre

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The Backs of Heads

I sit at the front Imageof the class

not because I’m a straight laced student

but because my mind wanders

at the sight of the backs of heads

there’s the guy who deeply needs a haircut

and he always leans too far back

his uncomfortable Isoplus smelling hair

spilling onto the desk behind him

he bothered me all last semester

so I sit at the front of the class

so I don’t see that girl oh that girl

those golden highlights

betrayed by her roots

her kitchen gelled & untruthful

tattoo behind her ear of

some cliche- ascending stars

or music notes

or a fleur de lis

and she is wanted like the tag

ʞuıd which sticks up against her spine

that guilded chain which I know

is not stamped but I know she is

and I know she knows and so

I sit at the front of the class now

But then I wonder….

Who’s staring at the back of my Isoplus smelling head

Mind on Mississippi

Mind on Mississippi Can’t say I’m anxious can’t say I’m worried  Can’t say nothing sweet can’t say something mean  So burdened I feel buried  When I get there will things change  Will you change   we still speak  When I get home will it work out  Will I workout will I still sleep  Will I eat way too much to cover unhappiness Will the kids respect me  Will they add a sir after yes  Will we find a new car  Have we paid taxes on this new address Getting home supposed to be a relief  What if it add stress What if we argue, what if I’m mean What if we can’t adjust what’ll it seem  Like to a little girl who’s barely old enough for pigtails  Will we show love will she grow up and feel compelled To call  text write and visit Or will she avoid me just like I did it  With my own mom  Will she call me dad in her own time  Will she realize I did this for her  Or appreciate that I was just blur  A distant memory instead of the father figure I was meant to be  Will she even remember me  Where will I work what will I do  will I survive ok just going to school What do I say to this kids that’s not my age That don’t know my life or why I’m this way  Or why I’m so old how I haven’t finished my degree yet Tell em Im sticking to the script  when they don’t know  What they want to be yet I never been a loser and I dnt plan to start  Just wait and hang on and see what I do with this

On Her Mind

You don’t respect my mind
Make me feel stupid in front of my friends
In front of your friends
No regard for feelings
Disregard opinions
Got me looking at other women
You turn me down
When you could’ve said yes
But you only say no cuz it’s something I wanted
It’s not like it’s something we can’t afford
Its because you just don’t want it
Or is it because you don’t want me to have it
Don’t want me to be happy
Control my life
You ain’t my family
You ain’t much while I’m at it
By myself I can do badly
Why you always feel like you gotta compare me
“You’re not like such and such”
“You don’t do like so and so”
You not still with them though
Why you gotta kick me when I’m already feeling low
Why you want me to be different so…
You never compliment my hair or the way I dress
When I do more you tell me do less
Criticize the way I talk or walk always have me stressed
Why you gotta be so difficult
You never seemed pleased
Even when I break my back
Even when I’m down on my knees
And he said….
Same thing goes for you
I get on my knees to please you
Break my back working to feed you
You say I talk like a thug
Say I walk with a limp
Complain I’m gone too much
But you’re quiet when the money gets spent
Think I should dress with more swagger
Think an s- curl would make me look pimp
When I’m loud I’m too ghetto
When I’m reading I’m nothing like him
Compare me to such and such
Cuz he gave you every frivolous whim
Always asking for something
But you never talking bout doing nothing
And you want everything in the world
But tell me baby…
When did you start to like girls?

I think I put a nice spin on this. Obviously if you understood where I was going with this you know off top that this is not about me.