A Chance

so so desperado...

A CHANCE

 

7/2005

 

I didn’t even want to write this but my subconscious mind couldn’t fight this

It pulled me from my dreams with this

Born of realities Torn from a wish

 

I wanted to write you timeless melodies

 

Sweeter than a summer breeze blowing through banana trees

I wanted you to be with me, But you just couldn’t be with me

 

You’re so full of excuses, rendering my heart useless

Cause it only craves your juices and this one Black man refuses to offer just one bite

 

What’s a Black man's plight?

 

He who avoids the light of love

Love that breaks the darkness of media projected mediocracy

 

That stirs and turns the pools and tools of hate and white supremacy in his home. on his TV, in his workplace, In his face!

Love first sent to him by FATE, sustained by FAITH

His soul mate waits

 

for his Acceptance

 

While he trusts more in the streets and jezebels he meets in the bars,

loves more on cars, sports and rap stars, and the vanity of She

 

She whose eyes gleam dollar signs, whose heart feigns deceit

 

Pimpstressing for a bite to eat GUCCI handbags, false nails, and pedicured feet

 

But I... just want... You

 

I'd bathe you in clear blue lakes of everlasting bliss

 

I said I'd bathe you in clear blue lakes of everlasting bliss

My body screams of innocence but I’m in no way new to this

 

All I need is a chance and I bet you'd love me. You'll love me. You'll see

Bet you never had a lady so sweet

 

A lady you would love to meet your mama

 

We'd share sweet love, strong vibes, and Karma

 

My lap will be your throne

Come rest upon my breast

Black unity equates to ultimate SUCCESS

 

Come rest Come rest I assure you will be blessed

 

Just rest

 

I dream of, golden roads beset by memories of our first caress

 

I said I dream of, golden roads beset by memories of our first caress

 

I dream of chocolate kisses and caramel streets that end and begin where the two of us meet

I dream of a sacred place where skin taste of cinnamon drops Where the passion never stops but goes on and on inside our home

 

Somebody will call the cops but we'll go on and on and on and on

 

I dream of real love, real hugs, real tears

 

A love that casts away All barriers All fears

 

I dream of, our little baby junior and our middle child, JOY and our oldest daughter, HOPE

 

who we'll send off to her first high school dance one day

 

I dream of you, my brotha, giving this sista

 

A

 

CHANCE

 

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

The rating for this poem goes beyond 100. Okay it is a good thing that we are different people. The poem that you mention was your best yet was awesome and inspiring. But this one right here is my favorite. I would say since I've been back maybe 2 months now out of the 100 or so poems I read this is my favorite so far. One of the best ones I have read so far on this site. I rarley mark favorites maybe 4 since I've ben on this site. I just marked my fifth one. I could highlight this whole poem. every line is my favorite line!