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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Matriarchal Success

What does it take for a girl

to succeed in this patriarchal world?

When she was a twinkle in his eye

it took lust

When she was a fire in his loins

it took thrust

When she was a decision for his morals

he was just

When she was defenseless

it took trust

But when it took care, impossibly

she was crushed

Now that girl wounded in pieces

What does she do?

Now that girl wooed as he pleases

She thought she knew

Now That Girl fooled and mistreated

Does she come unglued?

Does she climb atop another Obelisk

Claim a new Ra

Flood and destroy her pyramid

only to lose her

Does she sit as her child dies

Is she akin to Cleopatras imagining

is she Revered like Mary?

or Relegated like Mary Magdalene?

Does she know her ancestor

was a Shaman?

Does she just watch as

manifest destiny happens

What does it take for her to succeed?

Does she require two successful parents

Does she pull herself up by the boot straps

Does she pull herself up by the bra straps

Does she burn her bra & love freely of thought tax

Does she hate the tree & act with a false axe

Is she pantsuits & lawsuits

Is she fishnets & fishscale

Is she blue collar & blue pills

Jerse Shore or Maya Moore Jersey Sales

Is she Pro Life or Pro Love

Is she big girl’s club or Bad Girls Club

Does it take her rape, her pride,

her respect, her objectification,

her humility, her sexuality,

her intelligence, her piece of mind,

her piece of the dream, her morality,

her history, her identity,

HER SOUL to succeed…

And after all that.. is that.. Success?

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

Between a Hero and A Horror

Somewhere between being a hero and a horror
Struggling for words like an asphyxiated author
The mind’s shine is dying out
but still gleam and lean starboard
In this land of true lies
Sometimes its hard to get down to the body of
When terror & adrenaline gripping you like a body glove
& no one to feed you lines like Leo or Arnold
You enhance your mind & treat it like a stronghold
Your heart is on hold & all hope
You could be the same person that somebody loved
Prior to you signing up
Or prior to you shipping out
Now prior to you flipping out
You was a treasure they couldn’t live without
Now check their pulse & fingertips
& see how they feeling now
Feel the ground its tipping now above the roof
We hate police & support the troops
We hate the peace & abort the truth
Each statement means a gloved double deuce
A catch 22 if you didn’t catch it
60 split hairs in as many seconds
Excuses for values without any questions
Ain’t no answers but, uh any questions?
Instead of mentor ship they give semantics
You don’t want a hand out
just want to see where your hand is
you loan morals out
& work with what you’ve been granted
Get defaulted on and your interests vanish
Now all of a sudden you running around in a panic
& down is what’s up
& happy people suck
You can’t trust love
& you cant chance luck
You can’t see straight cuz your eyes are slanted
& everyone keeps giving you sideways glances
you can’t even sleep because your dreams is too strange
You can’t trust friends cuz people do change
Your boss is on your back
Your spouse is in the sack
And you handle all that
Til you get on that plane
But it’s not easy for starters
Somedays you falter
Sometimes you lose sight of what you fought for
Somedays you’re a monster
Somedays you’re a conqueror
but everyday you’re halfway between
a Hero and a Horror

 

 

 

(c) 2012 Zacarius Pierre