I'm am a published poet, and the pic that you see on my page is the actual cover of my book entitled black butterfly. The funny thing is that I have'nt been blogging because I don't know what to say or where to start.As a writer I am very familiar with writer's block, but this is ridiculous LMAO, this is really one of those things that make you go huuuummmmmm?..........

I would be a

nasty ass attitude having pitbull

with a snarl on my face that would make God blink

my neck would be decorated with a bike chain that has a human skull

dangling on the end of it

where ever I walked, people moved out the way as though I was a

mac truck speeding dangerously in their direction

I would'nt  even be nice to my owner!

fuck him or her!

because

I'm too busy being bad to the bone

everybody in the whole wide world

would know

to

just leave me the Hell alone!

 

 

 

Can we all just get along?

 

What do you think would happen if I held my breath waiting for the answer?

 

If we could

 

I wouldn't see idiots wearing their bed linen and looking like cone heads

 

Or

 

I wouldn't have to shake in fear when the police pull my car over for

 

"seeming suspect"

 

Or

 

Worry about laying in the dark bleeding to death from 41 shots

 

Or

 

Being mashed to a bloody pulp for strolling into Bensonhurst

 

I would  be free from having the knowledge that secluded neighborhoods

 

actually does exists

 

Or

 

Walk inside a store without some small minded bastard following me

 

around

 

Insisting that I "hurry up and buy"

 

We may have "come a long way baby"

 

When it comes to technology

 

But not far enough

 

Where as my skin color could still be the death of me

 

Can we all just get along?

 

NIGGER PLEASE!!