Wounds Never Heal...Just Make Good Poetry

They seem to come when he performs

Sort of like he's doing porn

It's like life is a poem

When that mic's in his palm

And that stand's near his hand

His life becomes a song

It's open mic night

They just might sing along

They say poets don't last long

Along that road to riches

They might get applause

Might get in a few britches

Poetry scene calls them Queens

Rap scene calls them bitches

But they all look the same

When words paint pictures

Of the misadventures

Of them big tittie vixens

Livin' Sex In The City

With high heels and extensions

But peep beneath the cover

Of this misogynistic brother

His lyrical mythology

Is probably his mother

He'd probably go further

If he properly new his father

But because he didn't bother

The brother became an author

Offering metaphors

A few similes for his soars

They love his poetry

But never see he for sure

His stage presence

Is only preface for his essence

His efforts in the present

Before his spirit takes it's exit

He can teach life lessons

In three minutes and some seconds

But can't keep his heart

From missing all his ex's

He treats them better in poem

Then he ever did in life

They'll be with him forever

But they'll never be his wife

In time they'll be lines

Drawing others closer

He Picasso's his soul

Through flows find closure

In order for him to give you something you can feel

He hums you a tune

through wounds that never heal,

There are scabs in his vocab

He picks but never peels

His appeal to the crowd

Is he speaks aloud what they conceal

They listen so long

They know how the lyrics go

See their life in the poem

Like "how this nigga know!?"

Cuz he journeys within

Through his journal and his pen

Till words become flesh

You feel him like your skin

You don't know the brother

But you feel him like your kin

You see a bigger picture

Through a frame so thin

It seems he never age

Life pauses on the stage

His rhymes seem Divine

cuz it's God on the page

He redrafts his past

Through a story known as "E"

His wounds never heal

Just make good poetry.

-E the poet-emcee

-Woman In A Cafe is featured in Greatest Spits Vol. 1

Woman In A Cafe

Woman in a cafe

There's a woman

sitting in a cafe

alone

With her thighs in her hands

And a man on her heart

She sought value

if any

found a penny for her thoughts

Thinking

"let me find within me

what outwardly he thought

was so damn pretty

And let me not get caught

In media led webs

spun by Cover Girl

That a few bitches

in extensions

covers every girl in the world

That every side view's a size two

Like every dude's Jay-Z

needing a Beyonce beside you"

These were her thoughts

while sitting

cafe style reading her mag

"Men all , Ru Paul

These kings are a drag

With the emotions of a granny

These tranny ass niggas

in slim fit jeans

means slim chance for man figures"

Such signs of the time

point to the Black fam's demise

sister offers to lick her

waiting for man's nature to rise

"no thanks"

she says

"Between us?

There's more of a need

than the pressure of a plastic penis

Thus,"

she says

"I seek more than lust

I've seen more than thrusts

fuck up a woman's trust

These niggas may not be shit

but shit they belong to us

At least give him a pass

'fore u throw his ass under the bus

Such is the law of the land

we need to pass bars

Maybe we are bitches like dogs

chasin' fast cars"

These were her thoughts

while sitting Cafe style

Sipping tea

Thinking

"I have everything in my relationship

I'm just missin' me"

Some men get into your heart

Some men get into your head

You'd be surprised who you become

when your cummin' in your bed

lessons learned through the turning of her legs

Every position's submission

When you listen to what glistens

instead of what shines

Let your mind be your guide

Treat wisdom as your sistren

in her you confide

Her pride was left by the fork in the road

That lead to the fuck

where her thoughts lost control

Steering blindly into the arms of a man

That promised her more protection

than all the psalms can

But really

only gave her his palms on her skin

Placing life lines on her spine

now the crime begins

Stealing her spirit

she considers as she sits

Cafe style

with a smile on her lips

Laughing at herself

as she says in a huff

"You sitting here alone cuz he stole all your stuff!"

But it's cool

we all play the fool sometimes

Sometimes

dark days pave the way for sunshine

Some lines

are longer when waiting for your time

To come around

some clowns don't bring you smiles

Only frowns

Such is life

some words you don't slang

Such is wife

Being wifey means only

You're playing spouse in a play house

that's Barbie matrimony

that nigga's no kin to Ken

Don't let him Nikki Minaj you

between your head and your heart

That's self sabotage

It's hard to stroke an ego

when you're in need of a massage

If you present yourself in pieces

All he sees is a collage"

These were her random thoughts

Sitting cafe style

sipping tea

Reading her mag

Seemingly glad

For some time

to think free.

-E the poet-emcee

-Woman In A Cafe is featured in Greatest Spits Vol. 1

Bambi

I told her

Youth gives way to something prettier

than a young woman's naivety about life

Bouncing along the highway of life with eyes of a dear in headlights

With a mind full of ideas like whether she's giving head right

Giving her number to every Thumper that wants to thump her

Poor Bambi can't see the forest for the trees

Can't see the snakes that slither

Can't tell the givers from the thieves

She wants me to fuck her for free

I tell her there's a price to pay

She has enough ass for me to kill

But I feel there's a life to save

She says she loves the way I think

I say well how can you tell?

She says it's the way that I speak

I say words are as hollow as wells

look in before you drink

all you see is a shell

Taste Heaven from my lips

You could be swallowing Hell

Don't fall for poets just because they are able to write because even the devil can transform into an angel of light

But she was young

A pretty girl

And Her world had yet to be formed

and darkness covered the face of her deep

In need of light

Through this mic she hoped I'd spake it to be

She thinks sex is the best way to attract what she needs

But sex is just sex

Relax, relate, release...Peace! it's over

Look over your shoulder honey

See a man putting on his pants before your bedroom turns sunny

Funny how a man's emotion turns sober once it's over

Thought he was Prince Charming

he's Shrek

he's an oager

But you're young

Think you're grown because you're 21

You're just a professional 18 year old

You think 30 is old

You run from it like it's HIV infected

You better look towards it

Because you're gonna be there in a second

The closer you get to 30

You see the life lessons you've neglected

Biological clock ticking louder by the second

Ironically this may be the prettiest you'll ever be when you're naked

It may take that long for you to strip all the bullshit

baggage gives you back strain

You regain your posture when you lose it

When she tuns 30

She'll be a young

beautiful

woman

no eyes of a dear ready to be hit

But eyes that'll pierce your soul because she has seen some shit!

Her face has matured since her college day flicks

Graduated from Myspace, on her Facebook shit

Holds serious conversations

Adds on to what's been said

Because she speaks from life experience

Not shit she just read

Her curves are a little more settled

She may have had some kids

But knows positions like Craftmatic Adjustable Beds

Will tell a young girl

"You better adjust in your head

That giving head is only job one"

"Two is keeping him fed!"

But Bambi was a baby

Shaped like an unadulterated alter

Quick to sacrifice the flesh pushed up in her halter

I tucked her in and said goodnight

And told her

The next time I touched her

It would only be through the mic.

-E the poet-emcee

-Bambi is featured in Greatest Spits Vol. 1