Baby Talk

This poem started of as a Love poem, passionate wise but as i continued to re read and add on and erase it was deeper than just a boyfriend girlfriend relationship. It has to do with a confidant.

I want a Body with a soul. You know, a body that can hold, something strong made like stone. With a soul made of gold. A Soul that can hold. A soul that knows. A soul that understands. A soul that can hold my hand and assure me, “hey the ground isn’t made of quick sand.” Where would you find that at? Bodies in the streets and these souls are in a hole, somewhere that I don't even know. Your soul is so black I guess that’s where it’s at. A Black Hole that brought the hoe back. Keep moving forward and this front hoe is a trap. And I’m laughing, there’s no need for that.  My whole generation needs to stop it, c**k block, and stop! N***a just drop it. We don’t know what love is, the last generation didn’t show us that. We don’t know what support is, the last generation didn’t give us that. We don’t even know what motivation is. The last generation couldn’t give us that. So do we really know what a Body or a Soul is? Do we know strength? Do we know understanding? Does a n***a know anything? Is it safe to say? I want these things but I really don’t know what they are. I just want’em.