Mystyc Poems: Urban Disaster Of Words!

She lay at my feet like a tiny reborn child on the slave ship
Beam at me
Lay in my arms while I tell her a story
Proud lady lion of African ancestory and Jaguar
Like Alicia’s diary you won’t tell my srcrets
Here when my friends don’t show
More then fur and fleas to me.

Back in the day there was dap
Like “what up my nigga!” and “hey girl!”
So when I slam why you look so shady?
You’d rather take a nap
If I twist you like woo
Blast you like woah
But when I crumble you like “hell no”
Where’s the unity when you need it?
If you ain’t throwing dice and flashing ice
Intelligent Africanas  understand my plight
You laughing so nice
Need to check yourselves
Like back when fros were in and soul was real
Leave that drama at the door and take by French manucured hands
It’s not about what you got negro,but how you feel!