Jus' Bein' Understood by Nique #22

Everyday I have to face the facts that my mom doesn't trust me,
Being accused over and over by her of being a bad person that only she can see..
It's almost like not matter what I do she isn't happy for me,
IF I made all B's she'd think of a way to say I should have made a "A"..
IF I found a job and worked for my own money, she'd find a way to say "school is more important honey.."
For me it's just the facts that I would love for her to take the time & notice,
That sometimes it's possible that I do make the right choices,
Little does she know I put so much pressure on myself only to be the better person,
Wishing for once she'd just understand,
Therefore, there's plenty of times that I needed to talk,
Talk to the one main person that helps to get me through,
Some one that allows me to see the truth, and conquer the pain! My buddy "Ku,"
Although, there's more times than one I feel as IF I will cave in..
Unlike the red light that says STOP, I speed with evil force a lot..
I love my mom with all my heart, and only try to do all the right things,
But, sometimes it's almost as IF my right turns left and she's always upset..
But, paper to me is the key when it comes down to explanation,
My poetry partna and I are the poetic generation,
Who only in the end wants to be understood, whether the news is bad or good..

Verr Ginn....ku

Hello boys and girls my friends call me Verr for short of something my parents should be ashamed of
Anyways the last name’s Ginn so where do we begin,
Well some days it seems as if, I’m being pursued,
As if I’m rare, like almost unheard to be there
Treasure hunters, diligent seekers, yearning to become
My teacher, my first teacher
The one who will explore my language arts
And put me up on love making vocabulary
Teach me things, like don’t stop, and you make it hurt so good
Almost anxious to test my mathematics
And stats to make sure my number of climax
Is a prime number and my mean, mode and median,
Make beautiful averages, excellent consistencies,
And that the middle number is enough to look back on the past
But still look forward to the future just to ensure
there’s more left
Math can be difficult so they plead to be the one to inform me
That time is of the essence
So you never wanna get the sum too quick but not too slow
So, moving right on to a history lesson these educators seek to
Teach me just how experienced their history proves and that they’re more than
Capable to make the right moves in any love war.
Scientifically speaking, this is no experiment
But an excuse to test hypotheses that were right all along
So proceed to glove up, cause science can be messy
And with the right elements, the chemistry can be outta this world
Astrological talk of you’re a Gemini and Aquarius is mine so that means
Love is our sign, so let me explore
The love between your thighs, and it aint all about that
Gurrl let me make love to ya mind
I wanna be your first, I can take you their and back
Field trips, that’ll have u gone so long u gon need to pack a lunch sack
As a matter of fact, I can be your first and your last

Let me be your teacher
Reminding me of the fact that my status, is unusual
But special, so let’s make it special
Reminding me that students like me, are the best
To teach because we’re willing to learn.
Teacher’s pet perhaps, but I did nothing for the title
Get it I’ve done nothing for the title
So I automatically become honor roll material
I’m talking 4 point O
So still knocks are at my door like when are you gon let me know
If you wanna be my student, my love, my twenty fifth
But I can be your first, the one you won’t forget
A question so profound, almost knocks me down
Because I like school and all and math may not be my strong point but
U wanna be my first but I become 26th I do the math, the answer does not fit
I need to find my equal
So we can be classmates
I’ll sign your yearbook if you sign mine
Just another way to see the things
My own thoughts have led me in
Until the numbers add up
The name tag still says Verr Ginn.
Verr for short of something my parents should be ashamed of
Anyway the last name’s Ginn, so where do i begin?

All I Need....ku

All I need is a cup of poetry
Put it on the rocks
Add some sugar, make it sweet
I like my prose rich so add a little cream
Mix it all around and serve it to me

Me is my poetry and my poetry is me
I bleed prose, as my eyes fill with
Salty stanzas, better known as run on sentences
That run on down my cheeks in order to meet my lips
That soon direct them to my tongue
And they fly, they fly like lightning bugs
While some choose to swat and slap em on out the door
Others grab a jar saving it for later
Poke some holes let me breathe

Cause all I need is a bowl of poetry
Add a little salt
And cayenne for some sting
I like my prose rich so add me some beans
Stir it on up and serve it to me

Me, my mental state is poetry in motion
I’m comatose in a state of present
as my mental frequents foreign lands
That my body wouldn’t know how to interpret
As being real. My pen is the pilot and my ink,
Is nothing more than anxious passengers ready to land
Back on solid ground just to be assured
Gravity still exists, and the air down there is still sufficient

So just where is my pot of poetry
I’m getting a bit anxious
I want it rich, I want it sweet
Can I talk to the manager
Cause I will up and leave
If I can’t feed my mind with a heap of poetry

Poetry that has me
Wishing I shook hands with Langston
And shared lines with Hurston
In the heart of Harlem
With Cullen rehearsin’
Immersing in this verse and
Til my pens start bursting
Writing so much til the paper starts cursing
All I need is a bit of poetry,
At a table set for two,
Maybe even three.

©2007

Trapped...ku

When I think trapped I’m thinking
Cages, nets, and things like that
No pleasant place to be
Not a desirable destination by any means.

Held against will
Stripped of voice
Stolen from choice
Hopeless

But then I flip the script and start thinking like this
What if being trapped was a beautiful thing
Trapped not because I can’t escape
But because I rather remain

Trapped in your arms because I don’t want them to let go
Trapped in love because I wanna remain close
Stuck in like, cause there’s no other place
Can’t seem to escape this atmosphere,
Trapped in your space

Now trapped sounds like the place to be
Cause I’m trapped with you, trapped in being me
Being free, most definitely
Trapped in freedom, never planning on escape-ing

Being trapped can be very dangerous
Despite how good it sounds
Get trapped to soon, against your will
Now you looking for a way out
Being trapped takes time
A clear mind, and open eyes
Many traps are overflowing with deceit, bad intentions
destruction and lies

Take your time to wait before being lured into the trap
Look both ways,
grab a hand if u need it,
and have some eyes watchin’ ya back

Trap yourself in you, before in anyone else
Trapped in freedom
Trapped in love
Trapped in common sense
Trapped in self.

Ku
(c)2007

Resisting Lyfe by Nique

So, many people want to give up on life,
B/c of so many sacrifices and fights..
Although they fail to see, and believe,
That what doesn't kill you will make you better,
Some of the worst mistakes and stormiest weather..
But, do you ever have the right to resist life?
To by-pass the misery of all sight..
No; b/c obstacles will be there either way,
Even when you're lost w/o words to say..
So, it's rather pointless to conclude what may have just started,
Or return something back, that was just departed..
But, think into your future, and forget your past,
Therefore the good things brought through your path will last..
So, resisting life will be wrong in the end,
Which you will realize now or then..
And, all will be worked out,
Just as soon as you know what life is really all about..

Nique #22

Do You Have An Answer? by Nique

Before the sun rises,
Before the terrible cries..
Who is their to help,
Before the pain is felt..
No one realizes the unlawful facts,
So, what really does everyone lack?
Maybe the simple truth that no one cares,
Or is it that they don't care b/c of their fear..
Many are blinded b/c of this matter,
It's a new beginning, a new chapter..
The miseducated vision,
The clear view of a new decision..
Made invincible to anyone,
But, all is never finished til' done..
One may understand right vs. wrong,
Unfortunately, not understanding until one is gone..
The undefined worst conclusion,
Is that it really was all an illusion..
So, what happens when the sun sets,
Does anyone have an answer yet?

Nique #22