Poem of the Week

Waiting to Be Saved

Today I woke up, I'm happy to be blessed

because last night I had a deeper dream than Martin

but now I've become enraged on a mission, Malcolm X

but before someone shoots me I wondered what's next

I see slaves running around in nikes now

and Gucci bags suddenly change life around

You see my generation is lost, with no urgency

They say don't fret "I'm no worried B"

As we watch from the sidelines like coaches

Willie Lynch laughs in his grave also

No more GUTS!, Since when have my people lost their torsos

Lynching yourself and no one has to force you

I remember when we as a people

were resourceful and free thinking

Guess Obama will have to save the slaves again right?

The New Age Abraham Lincoln

by Geoffrey Allison

Dear Mom...

Dear Mama,       

I contemplated what to get you

I thought about clothes but I remembered

Nothing in life can describe, let alone fit you

Then came electronics, for these you have a fondness

However little did you know your brain is far beyond this

You see you know things computers don’t

And tell me things the world wont

So what was left was this

A poem

Something less affordable

But never the less a gift

Something to conjure up thought in your mind

Because as I become man I realize

Material things pass with time

Knowledge, the greatest gift you gave me

Something for which there is no repayment

You freed my mind from the world’s enslavement

While keeping us off the pavement

So I work hard daily

Like you did for your baby

Cause I probably wouldn’t carry you for 9 months

That’s crazy

Just know I appreciate it

Because I could have been in a garbage can

Cut up, hung from a ceiling fan

So since I’m not let’s leave the world astounded

Just know I have the key to success

Yes I found it, It’s you mom

So I’ll use old school slang and say

“you’re the bomb”

Thank you mom

Because the present you gave me is life long

So I write this hoping you’ll remember it

Keep it bye your bedside

And I’ll work hard

Immigrant state of mind

Because this dream you started

I’ll finish it

And one day I’ll look over and say

Mama we made it

Dead or alive

Geoffrey Allison-

P.S. I love you mom even though we may not say it often

Post Valentines Day Poem

I thought I'd write a poem about her
Before I went to sleep
A poem about her
The one who cuts me deep
A poem about her
The one so beautiful,but impossible to reach
A poem about her
The one who makes me stumble with my speech

Or a poem about her
The one who makes me smile
Or a poem about her
The one always on speed dial
Or a poem about her
The one deep inside I would love

Too bad this poem is the closest
I will ever get her love
Too bad this poem about her
will never win me her hug
Too bad this poem about her
Will never fade away
And too bad this poem about her
Will never have its day




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