2PENS&LINT
a new direction in poetry
2 Pens & Lint LLC
P.O. Box 3292
Philadelphia, PA 19130
A Poem 4 Poets
Papermates poison the papyrus with no cure
matter of fact, peep the data
this is potent poetry, pure
told em, naw, this ain't no hustle
this is passion filled art
an abnormal love
ink's pumping through my heart
so when i get killed you might imagine oil spills
with ten niggas standing over
saying damn, that shit is real
mesmerized to learn
that i really bleed black
reveal my scars on stage
sometimes the crowd bleeds back
and that's a beautiful thing
i mean, artists need feedback
when i'm hungry for hip hop
i listen to three stacks
used to ride around rapping along to each track
rhymes are roadmaps for dope boys in these traps
cause real direction is what cats in the streets lack
when they call, i respond
and tell em to look beyond
if you wanna keep it real
start by raising your sons
I mean, no man should play God
but it's cool to raise
your son
guess i'm just trippin
cause my father never raised his son
having a dad was my dream that dried up
like a raisin in the sun
childhood deferred
i was referred to spoken word
any poets feeling that?
let me hear you say word
"WORD"
word to the cats still addicted to the page
addicted to that white
cocaine flow
tryna get high tonight
might catch em in the corner
overdosing at open mics
getting high off haiku
strictly poetry, no prose
metaphor junkies
we put similes up the nose
sniffing line after line
producing internal rhyme
nostrils bleeding back ink
so once we fall ill
you might imagine, oil spills
with first timers standing there
like damn, that shit is real
mesmerized to learn
that we really bleed black
reveal our scars on stage
sometimes the crowd bleeds back.
-Christopher K.P. Brown