The b girl t girl it’s me world
Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns
Graff writer, the morning apple biter
Squattathon apple bottom horizontal
Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash
Free as a bird with the fish. eez
Bish please;
People come n go like the train
I run with my wife n son in the rain
Never in vain; kinda broke
Stains on my shirt;
I don’t complain, sip n trip
Go to the skatepark n rip
a concrete wave.
Love songs sweetheart
Art love make n heartache
Black as infinity
Holy like bible Trinity
In love with false prophets
False promises are honest
When lies entail
I vacate prevail
Ascend with open sails
New love is a new world
Middle passage or mountains
I’ll move them; attracted;
These.
Opposites.
Imma easter tweakin rabbit;
wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;
bouncin up the aves wit it;
towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;
weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;
joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;
im on one; while willy two’d three;
swinging a jewly piece;
the rhymes like tom.
Foolery.
Nina
Everything is falling apart; but everything is coming together
Destroy and rebuild; rebuild and destroy, Yes I endeavoured
I created a world and left it behind n I…. Still shine.
Creating a new place; place n peace of mind n I’m
Suffering uncomfortably then suddenly…
Comfortable nonetheless!
Blissful in nothingness*
My 3rd eye moonshine remove I from crude times..
Zen bends my lights to the contexts that I suggest
So the world is mine and I am simple sublime
Construct my life obscuring obstruction
Its my life; I play like a conductor
N My heart beats like percussion
And I’m not scared to die like life is nothing
But I die to live; my life is mine to give
Forgive me for living like what I got to lose is nothing
What would you expect in this time of glutton?
Damn.
Life is something.
Nina
I suffer; n bleed out emotions
I’m not tough leather I need devotion
N my mind is like an itchy trigger finger
Rarely thoughts simply linger
My synapses snap crackle pop
Battling thoughts unraveling lots
I have triumph regrets; perplexed
What do I do. What’s next
Feel the pain or head up n “feel the rain”
Or I shut my mind right off
“It’s just another day”
I run around; Me n my poetry trainbound
Cityscape playgrounds
Openly admit I ain’t close to perfection
Just beautifully scarred
Life is an intersection
So…
Which way now?
Respiration calm; just slidee by;
Move faster than the traffikk
Gliding through sky; the snowstorm;
It covered the cascade
I’m floating; high kite bitch;
Kind of making me anxious…
But embrace it; head proudd
Held high ;Cause I’m done up;
This Vixen is just Lit
Up the whole city; princess of my district
A misfit; miscreant
Hesitant ; to let em in this
World I twirl turn; more precious than pearls
This is my life; I hold it tight
Can’t let it burn
So I run through the raindrop city
It really drip n drop poetry
Slam formation n hip hop
Sewn into my platform
Your laptop flat screen.
Split personalities; Conflict her realities
But her linguistics; Split anatomies;
Vertigo catastrophy; with haphazard analogies
Blindfolded and walking through my tragedy
Off the dock ; I’m off the clock casually
Awaiting my death; my last breathe is naturally
My first moment of clarity; I’m not afraid to die
Simple n plain when it’s that day it’s time
I hope my life shine through the darkness
That blinds you; finds you, after all:
I had the time to….
Rhyme To you.
-Nina
