FLIPSIDE - Poetic Just(us)

Today, after reflecting on life and the whole nine yesterday, I decided that I would treat my readers to some poetry. Now this is not conventional poetry. It's more like listening silently while my brain argues back and forth about something or someone I've never even heard of and telling me that every word is true, then beating it deeper into my cerebral until like a knee jerk reaction, my hand pushes the pen in motion and rhythm something like the ink of a polygraph test of a "baby daddy" who knows that....he IS the father. Enjoy...catch ya' on the FLIPSIDE.

Dope Boys

Sometimes I forget the world exists
Caught up in another place, another dimension
Not the Twilight Zone, but close.

Bake up the pies, open up the bakery
Cakes all day, assembly line like Lucy
But none of these bitches better be eatin’ off the line!

Trappin’, hustlin’, rollin’,
Joints and blunts serenade nerves to sleep
Waking from the demands of the job.

Where am I? Who am I? What the hell is going on?
If you don’t know, I certainly have no clue
Mind still conjuring meaningless answers

The block loves me like no family of mine
Owe it my life, your life, anyone’s life to satisfy
The block. Don’t flip me like Brutus—

Caesar I feel your pain.

After years of loyalty, betrayed by the streets that raised
My eyebrows mangled by fear and anger resting on my face
The world is mine today, until she decides I’m no longer worthy of her glance.

By : Quincy L. Lewis