Aesthete In Harlem


Strange,
That in this nigger place,
I should meet Life face to face
When for years, I had been seeking
Life in places gentler speaking
Until I came to this near street
And found Life--stepping on my feet!
-Langston Hughes

Sunday, March 21, 2010

A Different Color Purple

What is this color planted on me?
What is this before me?
Why did you have to hurt me,
Push me to the ground?

Never have I ever done anything to
you.

I'm just letting you know what's
true.
You lie
You decieve
You let everyone believe
You say to be real with you
This is real right now
What you hear
Don't you see
But you don't care.

Never have I ever done anything
to you.

Instead you turn everything on me
Why won't you let me be?
You say you don't hate
When you know its the truth
Yet you hide in a corner
What good does that do?
What you also need to know
is that your selfish too.

I'm not taking it anymore
especially not from you.

1 comment:

  1. DAAAAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! I forgot that you wrote this poem. I can't believe I'm just now reading this(neckkk)lol. Dang baabe this joint is fiiiya! This reminds me of rap beefs lol except this is real. You hit it right on the head with this one. I knew you had it in you. I like it when you get fired up and upset you become even sexier lol. I love you Nieves! Thanks for always keeping it real with everyone not just me.

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