MIA
I wrote a song for Noname;
No claps, slow pain-
I’ve been fading from my brothers
for the past decade,
getting intimate with intellect;
God is in your aura.
I’ve evolved and still I bother
with this daily intake
of the toxic.
You get nauseous
as you smile in my face.
Who would I be without you...?
You’re the reason I pray.
When you speak up on your plight
somehow I spit in your face
by never truly listening
to all of the words that you say.
You give me guidance, give me answers;
You embody my faith.
You are the greatest.
I must say this; I’ve been humbled by grace.
Good grief,
this male disease has to wither away.
No, don’t be gentle in your tone,
this is life or death.
There ain’t a joke to tell;
We didn’t get to see your breath taken
yet and still I’ve been awakening
to sleep, in jest.
I’ve had the love of my life for almost five years.
A few weeks ago I realized I never listen.
God has blessed me with a genius
that I truly don’t deserve;
Thanks to her love and patience
we are still on our mission.
This is much bigger than me
or good intentions.
I pray the message clear
and words do not get twisted:
Black men spend their whole lives
battling The Man.
Please, tell me, who are you,
when you argue with women?
