Well..
I thought I'd be the first to grace this lovely little blog of yours..
With what I wrote about my..
Friend & A little conversation I had with him..
On 9/11
Look there..over yonder..
My little friend lying right in front of me..
With his blue jacket..and some metallic shine..
Lookin' like Michael Jackson 'nd them jackets that had madd zippers on them for no reason..
But,
Unlike that sick bastard..
My friend got his head together,
A sturdy young feller,
Although he's not the biggest of the bunch..
He doesn't let that phase him,
'Cause he got a big heart.
You see..
I was talkin' to my buddy last night and I was like:
"Yoooooo, why you made me bite my tongue?"
He was like: "Nahh son..that was all you, you dumb".
Then I was like: "Yo..Whatever my dude, you grimey..For real.."
Then he suddenly took offense and said, "Why?..
'Cause I'm not someone with mass appeal?"
I said, "Nahh, not even..I know where you come from.."
You see,
My little friend..I can vibe with him..
'Cause, we both came from The Bronx..
BX STAND UP.
And, we've both been through the same..fecal matter ;)..
So..
I understand why he took offense,
'Cause, just look at him..
That dull shine, lookin' like aluminum,
But,
To the listeners & on-lookers,
His appearance be foolin' em..
Just like mine do.
I mean,
He don't wear the best clothing..
But he loves to wear blue,
And I love to wear red.
But,
That's the only difference,
There's much more to be said,
About this little friend of mine,
And I'm gonna let him shine,
Let him shine, let him shine, let him shineee..
Okay.
Anyways,
Excuse that lil..ballad I just did..
I know it was cute..sexy voice and all..but chill..
We're talkin' 'bout my friend that you see before me..
You see,
My mans (no homo),
But,
My mans been through a lot,
Those broke as a motha..,
Times like those,
Scrappin' scraps of burnt rice out the bottom of the bowl,
Or pot..
'Cause where we from,
I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
The stomach rumbles just a little too much,
And some see that as sad, but..
We just see it as our comin' up.
Just look at my buddy..
I'm so proud of him..
A real soldier, look at those scars on him..
He's been in a few fights..
You can tell.
And I'm not only talkin' bout scrappin' for some burnt rice.
You see,
His momma dropped him a few times as a baby,
And just maybe..
Maybe..
That caused a few scars.
But,
Nonetheless,
He's still a work of art..
No homo.
I ain't trying to be no more of a friend..
You buggin' hardbody if you think we gonna be touchin' swords..
Or,
Crossin' streams..or playin' tug of war..
Be gentle.
'Cause he can get it hard..no homo..
And I don't want to sit on him,
'Cause I'm very fond of my ass not hurting..
No homo (again),
But damn,
Look at him..
Built as strong as can be,
A little rough around the edges..
But regardless,
I see the kinda person that he is:
A realist.
Speaks his own mind and he ain't scared of..number 2 ;)
Even though some people think he belongs in the toilet..
Or with the 4 AM garbage pick up..
But,
Ya'll don't know him like I do,
Just hick up.
Close your mouth like how your mind is set,
'Cause me and him..
We're the same person, except,
He's built a little different,
But we came from the same place,
With a bunch of roaches and sh**..
With one entrance and 8 exits..
But I must say,
He keeps it a lil more gutter then I do..
He stays a lil dirty,
While I like to keep clean, my dude,
I guess that's 'cause he has a few screws loose..
And I guess that's crazy since he only speaks the truth..
He is what he is, right?
Ya'll can't change him.
But,
I must admit,
He had his moments when he had enough..
I mean,
Some dude he don't even know put 3 holes in him,
So..I'm glad he's that tough..
So,
He came back to me, after he was locked down for a minute..
And he's still the same..
A little more humble,
But he will never change.
He's a modest person..
Yet,
Some people still look upon him in disgust..
In pity, in lust..
In curiosity,
Or,
Stating not so witty remarks.
I guess..
It's 'cause he wears the same thing, and is simply..
Complex.
And,
That must be the reason everybody wants to meet him,
But get in line cause,
I'm next.
But anyways..
That's just my friend..
My number one.
But,
Don't stick a fork in him,
He's not done.
-trust2
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I have read this work at least four times. I have no clue what this poem is about. I gather that whomever the author is discussing went through a rough time in his live, living in the Bronx, being involved in gangs, fighting, prison, living in poverty. The poet basically described someone that many would not want to know accept the poet because the person is a friend. However, the person is trying to clean up his act and change into someone that others would also be glad to meet; working & etc. However, the poet states that others still look upon him as someone with disgust, in pity, in lust and but now with curiosity. The poet warns not to give up on the person being discussed because he has a lot more to accomplish.
Geneva Meredith
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