Monday, October 24, 2011
Adzogbo
To the conga's devilish beat
We dance
Like monkeys in a cage
Paint from African mask blackens every drip of sweat
Sharing our darkest passions
Like an addict's last needle
To the conga's devilish beat
We dance
To the ritual of ashes watered
Over starving eyes while
Reciting proverbs and poetry
Bodies intertwined
As one gains freedom
The other remains a slave
To the conga's devilish beat
We dance
A two-step in shackles around ashy ankles
The coolness of grey like a brand new tombstone
Where each head will lay.
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sioux
I laid with you as an eloquent nude
Accepting every hour
As another eccentricity
In a bath of your lemon curd
A climax of euphoria
From your full lips
Down to the fat of your hips
Counting thy blessings as
One torn rib of man
Creating a cannibal's cave in the sheets
While two tongues wilt like dying roses
In an eclipse of atmosphere reminiscent of 3 a.m.
You light a cigarette while I play the flute
For this starless night as the face
Of a hungry child graces the television set
Actors paid to enslave beggars
For a petty flashing light
Encircled in smoke rings
I still breathe fullness as pure
As my once virgin tongue
Now weaving between your teeth
As you slowly capture me in your jaw
For pleasures unknown
Plotting revenge like a sadistic fiend
I am a cross at the scene of a tragedy
Overshadowed by tall blades of grass
A venomous hold sharp like
The structure of your face
Cheek bones give me lacerations
Along my spine with intentions to please
Gagged and bound
I have your disease
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
for open link night at D'versePoets
Monday, October 10, 2011
Niggas
Kool-aid drinkin', fried chicken eatin' niggas
Rob you at gunpoint, crackhead/alcoholic niggas
Rape ya daughters rape ya sons
Heartless ass niggas
Gun totin' tech-9 4-5 stutin' niggas
Ain't man enough to take care of they own damn kids
Lazy no good niggas
Wifebeater wearin' abusive husband
Stealin' from ya loved ones
Ghetto ass niggas
Get outta my neighborhood niggas
You ain't welcome here niggas
Them niggas need Jesus
They spawn from the Devil, that's why their skin so dark
It's a curse I tell ya! A curse!
I'll be damned if I let them
Lil thievin' niggas around my kids
Go back to Africa, chase those lions
And throw spears from the highest tree niggas
My niggas wear pants that hang off they asses
My niggas are straight G's
We don't take no shit from no
"Wanna be gay ass white boy niggas"
My niggas drank 40's and talk to
Fine ass bitches that look like Beyonce
No dark bitches tho, my niggas'll kick they
Tar lookin' asses to the curb
My niggas real
Them fake ass niggas wear tight ass jeans
And look like some rock listenin' emo motherfuckas
We don't want no helpin' hand
That's what the oozi is for
Feel me, my nigga?
Don't hate the playa hate the game
We strugglin' so we hustlin' rocks
Like Young Jeezy back in the day
See, you ain't a nigga unless you from the streets
Fuck the goddamn suburbs my nigga
We stay in the hood and we run it too
Cus we niggas, real ass niggas
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
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