F this and F that

Or should I say...
Freak me up
I never thought
About it before
But of all the letters
In the alphabet
The letter F
Is the most offensive
You might dismiss me
And my so called poem
Say that it's a pile of...
F
Oh sorry!

 

I meant to say...

 

Foolishness
You might even say...
Man... F that!

 

But I don't care
What you say
Because once you read
Or hear me recite my so called poem...
 

You can never
F this

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    Tiger in the woods

 

Tiger, tiger in the woods
Don't believe that we are hoods
Has a zebra any gripes
About its lovely black stripes?

 

Look at the black within your eyes
Is it there, that you despise?
On what grounds do you fear it?
Or think that you aren't near it?

 

Will this urge to be obscure
Bridge all the species here for sure?
Or should you suffer a defeat
Where will you direct your feet?

 

To the city? to the start?
In what jungle, was your heart?
What the zoo? what hopeless grip
Slips, when claws begin to rip?

 

When they insult your diet
Still; will you dare to deny it?
Or will you begin to see
That yes, you have stripes, just like me?

 

Tiger, tiger in the woods
Don't believe that we are hoods
Has a zebra any gripes
For having lovely black stripes?

 

 

 

                                               If Blacks Weren't Over White

 

                                               This poem is about black and white

                                               And clearly shows that if blacks would unite

                                               Or come together

                                               A message would be put a cross

                                               That is insightful as well as intelligent

                                               Some might say humorous

                                               Some might say prejudice and bigotry

                                               All because I made them notice that

                                               The blacks are over the white

                                               Page and I

                                               Disagree with them

                                               Because before the blacks were put there

                                               The white was merely blank

                                               Which said nothing

                                               Meant nothing

                                               Because the white was nothing
                                               That is until the blacks arrived

                                               And then it all made sense

                                               But you don't have to read between the lines

                                               To know what I'm talking about

                                               Don't get me wrong

                                               The blacks need the white

                                               As much as the white needs the blacks

                                               For if blacks weren't over white

                                               No one would know who is literate

                                               I mean come on...

                                               Think about it

                                               Now think again

                                               How are you able to read this poem
                                               If blacks, weren't over white

 

 

Born Loser?

 

Can you imagine

How many times that I

Have been called a born loser

Obviously by ignorant people

I mean after all of my victories

Before I even sat foot

On this planet

I'm still not respected

For being the winner

That I am

Sure

I might have a few

Short comings

But why should that

Undermine my most major success

Think about it

I was cooped up

With millions like me

Preparing for one

Big race

I had to get a head of millions

To get where I am today

So when I say that

I am one in a million

I'm being humble

Because I am

More than that

Oh

What did I

Defeat millions for

One egg

But now the prize is getting bigger

Because I need at least

A dozen on a regular basis

So you can imagine

My desire to succeed

But hold up on

That imagination for awhile

And just remember this

The mere fact

That I was conceived

Makes me a winner