URBAN WIFE

Urban Wife

 

You told me; soon as you got home you would change,

We have two children together, and now there’s a third one on the way,

I know you call it working, but every nine to five come with a receipt,

I’m tired of being afraid for you; I’m not trying to see you wrapped up in a sheet,

What about your children, aren’t you tired of seeing them behind a pane of glass,

The last time you came home from prison you told me they tried to rape you,

I told you you’re home now that pain will pass,

You just got home again, and still to the streets you’re a slave,

Feens are junkies to you, even worse you’re a feen to the pay,

I love you, but I can’t live like this our children deserve more,

I’m not speaking of money,

No daddy going to jail, No daddy laying dead face down on the floor,

These people are not you friends and damn sure, not your family,

“In other news today two men lay dead in a drugs related robbery”,

I see your handy work on the news today, is that taking care of your family,

I can’t do this anymore; your son asked me are you going to die,

After putting the children to bed,

I sit up at night holding my stomach while I cry,

I’m almost finished with school; I want you to move out with me,

I don’t care what you say; this is not a place I want my children to be,

I love you, but if you let these streets eat you alive what am I suppose to do,

I refused to sit back waiting for the day that you die,

My children seeing your body on the evening news,

I’m all packed up, school’s over I’m moving, I’ve got a career in DC,

Three children now, a career and you?

Back in prison now, still writing, wishing you would have listened to me…..

Illustration: The Viofem By: Salaam Muhammad

Poem By: Slow Poet

ADDICTION

ADDICTION

See my veins,

See how they are not there,

See how my arms are full of black holes from needles with blood filled nebulas,

Dying to be fed so they too can become victims and turn into black holes,

Sucking in the light and air surrounding them,

Waiting for the metal spaceship to come around,

Being pulled in by the self gravity known only to me as feening,

Anticipating that moment when it pours out into my universe,

The way toxic waste stains the body of this planet we call earth,

Watch my face as it is changing shape from the devil’s poisons,

That captivates my mind, eliminating my positive conscientiousness,

Opening the flood gates of negativity,

Poisoning my prosperity, putting me into a vegetable mind state,

Till my soul vacates,

Leaving me an empty shell of my former self,

Dreaming of the second that these poisonous effects stop,

That’s when my nightmares begin,

Being forced to rob, steal, take, even turn tricks,

Yes me turning tricks,

I’m not even a chick, but to fuel my addiction I’ll play porn star for a bit,

Sad I know,

You might call it terrible,

But to get a piece of what I feel is heaven to me,

I’ll do anything for what I feel is heavenly,

Just to get away from this hellacious world of mine for 15 seconds,

Giving me the illusions of spending eternity in bliss,

I’ll gladly dismiss,

All other things for another dose of venomous pain,

Generating an imaginary heaven where no one else is allowed to go,

Sadly though, it does not last forever,

So I wait for the day this evil takes me out, or for God to take me away…..

 Illustration: Jesus Christ Heroin Addict By: myjavier007

Poem:  Addiction By:  Slow Poet

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A ROSE FROM THE PAVEMENT

A ROSE FROM THE PAVEMENT

I watched a rose grow out of the pavement,
It made my third eye rain,
No tears of joy,
I cry for the pain that she endures,
For every man that stopped and looked,
I watched her petals bloom,
For every man who got to touch another thorn ensued,
Developing self in childhood is what she’s going through,
Her smell,
Arousing,
Her whites and yellows attracted them,...
The first sign of pink was plucked by older men,
Carried all around the streets as others watched,
Where were the ones who planted her seed,
From off the Earth they dropped,
No longer simply pink she has a hint of red,
17 thorns two buds sprouted off her twig,
An older lady tends to her blossoms as she blooms more,
Red vines inside her stem,
From men touching her plumes she closed up so sore,
One day a lady comes soft spoken pour her some water,
She says let me care for you as she spreads manure,
Matures quick,
Nice and thick see, she’s completely Red,
Set her out from some sun and air,
Sunset... came on inside,
There’s her lady with pink rose in her bed,
Blood red,
Another thorn from a different breed,
Even worse,
That pink red came from her,
You can see this rose in pavement alone once again,
Withering brown,
See fore she never knew love from within…

Poem by:  Slow Poet

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