The brownest Day
Spoken Word Poem,
Laying wacthing my dreadlock wearing black,brown skin haveing king rub ice upon his head fighting off this 110 degree heatwave. The rays shineing threw my cheap family dollar curtains.
My perspiration cools my kemi oiled body.Too bored too stay still, Too hot to make love only thing left too do is talk umm.... dirty maybe or about politics,the goverment and its coverup and lies or about this pimple on my ass,Wacthing the hydret water run to a low. Bless are the ones with ac.SH$T we anit even got a fan. This is the brownest day yet. Feeling no pain no stress.
Stareing at eachothers windows of the soul, Day dreaming you and me blocking out the world .
This is the blackest love , conjioned at the hip your my mate and you have my soul.