Here’s a new piece I just finished this evening. I’d really like some feedback on it if possible.
STILL LOVE H.E.R.
Falling asleep to indie-folk melodies
I fantasize of living by the light-house
Where woman of my dreams watches me dodge the wind chills of foreign vibrations
To sail to her heart—all over again
I used to love her prior to breaking her heart
With beat breaks of overused samples
After being fed up, she sat me down one night and said:
“Make your own sounds
Be more original
Be fresher
Declare your own voice
Pilot this vessel baby
Leave be autopilots and auto-tunes
My true rhythms won’t mislead you”
She still can lyric me in pleasant lilac shades, just because she’s cool like that
Shorty still makes me think, she continues:
“Don’t be the chameleon lying on society’s log
Blending in so much you never allow love and freedom to see you
Don’t be a gecko sticking to surfaces of nonsense
Lizards lie
You are cub full of pride, the kind Disney couldn’t fathom
Because you followed the original rhythms
The ones that turned the world on its ear
And after thirty plus years of becoming the world’s culture
Executive vultures fxcking me and your favorites over
Babe, you still nod your head while your heartbeat syncs
Lemme ask you—do you still love me?”
Say no more babe, you know you have my heart forever
I just often miss the pages of your Essence
Because that’s when you’re issues were impactful as an asteroid of emotions
Missing the purest of you
Like how a lady who went natural subconsciously misses the salon
Sometimes…I still see the beauty in your third eye
Our hearts are getting heavier
Like usual, she caresses my ears more than my face
Because listening to her makes me smile anyway
The mood is calming as her introspective punch-lines
She speaks to my soul again:
“Baby, it scares me as to how you put me before God sometimes
After all I am his gift to you, don’t forget the truest originator
Even with that I indeed am number one in the oneness of you
All the verses in your veins
The snares and kicks in your arteries
The bass breathing through your heart murmur
I know you still feel it all, no matter how you switch on me sometimes
For grunge and ukulele strums and melodic hums of bizarre synths
I love how you’re a man of expanding
Besides you see all those elements in me
Just don’t forget the elementary of your permanent infatuation
Understand, no matter how many Award Tours you go on
The greatest thing that Glows in the Dark is the beat of your soul…”
We were the embryos of lively scat singing of jazz symphonies
Big band, enjoying the om bap, swinging with her for as long as I can
Bebop till we die, replace the B’s with H’s for her heavenly humanity
That’s why I stopped calling her a bxtch
Because she’s always been there for me since the year of ‘92
When I found H.E.R. with a heart of gold—that turned platinum
Her soul black and pure, oil-filled, rich she isn’t, but wealthy with spirit
And I’m glad she’s mine, brown sugar, going natural growing fro on me, I love it all
Fresh to life she is, the world’s greatest natural resource
Hip hop till we die, I still see beautiful verses in her third eye
I—love H.E.R. still…
And ya don’t stop
And we won’t stop…
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BUY THIS ALBUM RIGHT NOW!!
Going to Target tomorrow right after class to cop! Can’t wait.
Peace
-Ish
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