Who I'd like to meet....(thanks myspace)

ABRAHAM LINCOLN, to hear him say he emancipated nothing...
STROM THURMAN, to hear him admit he loved black pussy....
PRESIDENT BUSH, to hear him say he knows nothing...
and daddy BUSH, to hear him say he dry-dicked our country....

KING TUT, to give him back his treasures...
BRUCE LEE, to teach me to be light as a feather...
MALCOLM, to hear him say we stopped striving...
MARTIN JR, to tell us his dream we still aren't realizing...

OPTIMUS PRIME, to be told decepticons have human faces...
PAC and B.I.G, to say they would have slowed their paces...
the DALI LAMA, to tell me what it all means...
and INDIA.AIRE, to remind me its just the little things...

my ANCESTORS, to hear their dreams to make realities...
RAY NAGIN, to warn of the future hurrincane atrocities...
G.I. JOE, just to hear him say "GO A'O!"

..and YOU, to hear you say this was a clever flow...

a’omarés song.... (ghosts always linger)

beatings for nothing. since the age of 14,
consensual fucking. still hate the molesters that
touched me, die motherfuckers. i cried all night.
stayed out of bully’s sight all day. now the self-
esteem is good, no more plans waylaid. called
ugly and fag by classmates that wanted to fuck
me in the ass. no father, but a damn good
mother. i wonder if i would have made it this
far being birthed by another. low self-esteem,
you could tell me anything. older men would tell
me sweet things to get my lips around their
ding-a-lings. the only time i felt good was when i
was singing, and then later when i started
writing. cried many nights when i realized what
i was. judged even more harshly by my own
blood. teachers thought i was dumb. slowly
and surely my heart grows numb, because i
knew they weren’t challenging my mind like
they should. cast as an outcast by my
graduating class. went on to college, worried
about getting gay-bashed. body growing so
fast, blessed/cursed with a round ass.
temptations grow stronger while legs grow
longer. blessed with so many gifts from GOD.
couldn’t get past the panic attacks and a heart
grown hard. i start to wonder why momma
didn’t have an abortion. if she did, she may
have had better choices. raped at 10, now i’m
stained and i’ll never fit in. spend the rest of my
life feeling dirty and soiled. couldn’t find any
repentance no matter how much holy oil.
pushed and pulled in all kinds of relations.
everyday i prayed for just a little more patience
and salvation. tried to take my life twice. kept
failing, i guess the LORD had other plans for my
life. kept on writing poems to shake my devils
down. thank GOD the day my mama said we
were leaving that town. all the scars i acquire,
make me rage like wildfire. finally able to stand
outside the devils pyre. kevin’s tears led to
a’omarés song. i will continue searching for
peace, no matter how long.

how deserving i am.... (the appetizer)

i deserve a honest love

a full, chocked full of happiness, peace, and
joy kind of love. love made like a fruitcake,
with all kinds of delicious emotions and feelings
blended to make a good kind of love.

an inexhaustible kind of love that flows like
warm bubble baths for two. i deserve a love
that is spirited enough to lift the sun into the
sky…and a love tranquil enough to coax the
moon from hiding and gently illuminate the
night.

i deserve a love that will be placed before
me like a cornucopia, overflowing with
fruits of bliss, ecstasy, please and filled
to the brim with passion.

i deserve that kind of love

i deserve a free and focused kind of love

the kind of love that makes you rush home
after work to just be with me kind of love.
i deserve the kind of love that shows on
my face……on my neck…..on my finger
kind of love.

the kind of love that makes the young
giggle and the old nod knowingly. that’s the
love i deserve and require.

i deserve the kind of love that causes one
to build fires, pour wine and light candles.
i deserve that. i deserve the kind of love
our friends respect and strangers admire.

i need a real love.