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D. D. Thomas

“Still Dedicated To Who Deserves It”

Acknowledgments

First and foremost I would like to give glory to GOD for blessing me with the opportunity to create another collection. I would like to thank my family and friends for showing me so much love and support which gave me the strength to continue on. A major shout out to all of those who influenced me either it is a friend or foe. The time it took me to make another book I went through a lot of changes in life. I can say I’m more in tune with my spirituality and faith and I’m a child of peace and serenity. I would like to take all that I have learned and experienced to teach the next man. Realizing the times I had to be a leader and the times I had to humble myself, I took all of that to better myself.

Most of all I would like to thank my supporters who believe in me. A little faith can go a long way and those who have kept me going, I’m appreciative of that. You all know who you are.

Thank You

Introduction

It has been a full year and some change to finish this project. During the time it took to create everything I expressed in this book I’ve been through many life experiences that assisted in writing each entry. As you can tell you from the previous installment, “One For You”, my poems are based off of life and imagination. Everything that you read comes from my heart and soul whether it is something cheek and cheerful or dark and sinister. All in all, this book will once again bring you into my world. Hopefully you appreciated your visit and will be willing to embark on yet another journey through my thoughts and emotions. This one is for you.

II

The Beginning

Grabbed my padThen my penSaid a prayer to my LordThen I begin

The Miseducation of a Blak Man

You may know his nameBut do you understand?You know,Beyond the foundation and frame…You’ve barely scratched the surfaceThis Blak Man has cried tearsJust like you…Been hurt…Just like you…Has fears…Just like you…One thing you’ve never noticed…He works…Just like youHe has trusted loveAnd loved who he trustedOnce dealt too many heartsAnd after 21So many times he has bustedStrong yet weakArrogant but meekA committed CasanovaWho wears his heart on his sleeveA man of GODWho drowns in sin of Satan’s poolWith good intentionsHe breaks every ruleThis Blak Man is confident and braveRebellious of the grain and refuses to be a slaveTo find his peace, war is necessary

circa 1996

Will was thereSo was EllaThey were my best friendsWho kept me together

I was either fiveOr maybe sixIt all dependsBut those were days I wouldn’t miss

The king was still a lionI possibly was white lyingMy mom and dad were the bestAnd they were barely trying

School was during the FallSummers were lit by lightning bugsGreen pastures and Coca ColaPlaystation One and Aunt Sista hair rollers

There wasn’t a worry in the worldNot even the stress of a girlLearning to read on a fifth grade levelMiami bass and Vernon’s golden bezzle

The athletes gathered in AtlantaAnd so did the freaksWhy wasn’t I at least 26In the year 1996

2Pac and BiggieBobby and WhitneyBill and HillaryEven gas was $1.23

Duke Nukem all nightWith my step brothers I felt alrightStone Cold was drinking beerAnd even Amber was almost here

I wet the bed because of fearMy big sister wiped my tearsI was full of innocence and cheer1996 was my favorite year

If I Wrote You A Love Song

If I wrote you a love songIt would be all about you and meIt would last forever reflecting our futureAnd it would be sang by angels for sure

If I wrote you a love songIt would consist of great instrumentsIt would be made as a supplementFor the unhealthy relationships which are discontent

If I wrote you a love songIt would have no featuresIt would only be played on one million speakersBecause there is only one point of view

If I wrote you a love songIt would express my love for youIt would never endAnd if forever fin…I would sing it all over again

GOD ExistsLet’s simmer down and settle downEverybody gather roundFrom what I heard there is no soundAnd that’s what kinda got me downYou celebrate Santa and lust for cupidCostume your identity, now that’s rather stupidI don’t bash and not for cashBut let me bring this to you kinda fastGOD is presentHave we forgot?

Sister Simone

Sister SimoneI adore what you have onI knew when I met youIt would be impossible to leave you alone

Your beauty is immaculateMs. Simone you’re an attractionOne of the wonders of the worldSomething beautiful in heaven clearly happened

Any man that is luckyWould be intelligent to love theeYour aura is lovelySome one the whole world should see

Dedicated To Somebody Special

Attraction at first sightYou got my full attentionI’m not a free agentYou’re a shot I’m not missing

Love MeHow you love me bestYou want to know all on my mindAnd nothing less

You’re the bestI’ve possibly encountered yetI could see myself all over youNot talking about sex

A friendship that I cherishA woman I’d love without marriageIf I’m all you’ve ever wantedI’d handle your heart with caution

Stay in my lifeEternally and a dayBut if another man loves you betterI’d understand why you can’t stay

[UNTITLED] (But You Know Your Name)

I saw her todayHer smile shined brighter than the sunNever have I everLike undergrad drinking gamesFelt like I’ve found the oneI think I could love againYour scarlet red lipstickShould create a Picasso on mevan GoghFridaPaul RubensBut I call him PeterNone could create a masterpiece like youCoincidence…You’re a master of colors tooI planned to show you the worldInstead we went intergalacticTwo places only we knewOnly places for twoOnly places for me and you

*She walks closer to me*

Now that you’re entering my spaceMy loading bay docks your embraceMost humans consider this a hugBut the equation changesYes…It changes when intertwined with loveThus, if the well runs dryThere is no need to cryAt the end of all droughts comes rainThen your well can be full again

King MeBy Blak Boy16x12Acrylic On Canvas

C21H23NO5I live in youFlowing through youLike your spiritWithout me you’re nothingThat’s why I’m your everythingYou don’t need himSo you should sell that wedding ringMaybe then you could support meIt’s your fault he left usYou’re the reason he couldn’t trustBut there is not enough love in your heartFor both of usYou don’t need your kids everydayYou don’t need a carYou’ll find a wayYou don’t even need a place to stayCan god make you feel like this when you “pray”Even satan couldn’t make you feel this wayI’m all you needI’m all you needI’m allI’m all youYou’re all meWe’re usDo you trust?Me?I love youI hate youNever leave me……I’m here…

12:10 AM (From A Woman’s Perspective)

Time goes by slow when you let itSpeaking of timeI wish I could go back whenThat day when I let you inMy heart was fresh and ready to loveBack to that time without a gloveI trusted you too fast

BREAK THAT FUCKING HOURGLASS!!!

…because time goes by so slow if you let itSpeaking of timeI wish I didn’t have it when I met you6 feet tall and he dark tooI hope I’m gold with my slight tanI think it’s time I get a manBut I lusted you too fast

BREAK THAT FUCKING HOURGLASS!!!

…because time goes by so fucking slow should I let itSpeaking of timeI didn’t have it when we broke up…then again……and again……I had enough time for daysI kept asking myself why I stayedSTD 1, 2, 3, and 4Sleepless nights when I couldn’t cry anymoreWhy do I keep letting this nigga hurt me for?Because I love himI wish he would changeI would love to carry his last nameCarry his first son 9 months and name him the sameWe could move together and be successfulSee when we end these fights it wont be to stressfulTextbook nuclear family shitI went to sleep too fucking fast

SO BREAK THAT FUCKING HOURGLASS!!!

Because time goes by so slow but I won’t let itSpeaking of timeI don’t have it because I got to work in the morningI got tired of asking you questionsI got tired of teaching you “lessons”I’m finding condom wrappersAnd we don’t use thoseBlonde hair in your bed

Must be some weave-headed hoeCuz I’m natural and sometimes virgin brazillian wavyAnd my hair jet black; don’t think I’m crazyBut that’s all goodI knew you were cheatingWhile I was at workBeing good and faithfulYou was in some twat getting a face fullTo think I let that same tongue on mineAnd let you in raw from behindI must’ve been high and on cloud 9Because I hit rock bottom head first and lost my mindBut along with me brokeThat hourglass tooSo this is my last textI have no more time for you…

Partying With My Demons

Another toast to the bad timesMama raised me better than thisLike snorting lines for the first timeI’ve never done drugs like thisI’ve got hearts for cuff links Be careful around the wristsI’m partying with my demonsHorns and allAnother round on meWe rise to fallI’m partying with my demonsI’m getting high as a kite

Infatuated with lustWe’re up all night

Squad Car 911

I meet this person every weekMister policeman, once again we meetYou’d think from my skin tone and ring toneI don’t leave these fortunate kids aloneYou’d think I aspire to robAnd that I don’t have a jobHowever, my jobIs to inspire a kid named RobWho is a victim of the systemWho has a father who doesn’t miss himWho can’t remember when his mother kissed him

Mister policemanCould you leave me beIsn’t it obvious to seeJust because I walk the streetsThe guy that fits the description isn’t me

Don’t Let It

Don’t let it all go to your head nigga…Don’t let it all go to your head nigga…Because them same muthafuckaz that’s praisin you when you upBe the same muthafuckaz that’s downin you when you fucked

Don’t let it all go to your head nigga…Don’t let it all go to your head nigga…Because them diamond rings and shiny thingsThey don’t last long…You can lose all that shit by the end of this poem…

Bonita Atom BombYou never would’ve thoughtWhen she was youngShe would’ve became who she is today

Although she had her pastBoyfriends who wouldn’t lastShe always found a way to seize the day

With ambitions highAnd a body so strongShe did all the right wrongs

More than enough wasn’t enough

From men to money and all that fancy stuffIt would be unbelievable she had it rough

Her gene pool and donatorsWould often down talk and frustrate herShe knew she would leave it all behind

No matter how long it take herShe knew the “make up” would make herBut would she make up for all that made her?

We (Black Folk)

WE COULD OVERTHROW THE OPRESSOR!…but we rather undercut each otherDestroy our black womenLeave them to be a father/mother

WE COULD BAND TOGETHER!…but we are so far removedYelling out “WORLDSTAR!”Then they use it on the news

WE DON’T HAVE TO DIE!…but we don’t have even try

If it ain’t them, it’s usAnother black mother cry

WE ARE NOT BIG GAME!…but you couldn’t tell by the chainsWe steal each other shoesA soul for a sole

PowerBy Blak Boy16x20Acrylic On Canvas

The Woman of My Dreams

The woman of my dreamsIsn’t black or whitePerhaps she has no color at all

The woman of my dreamsWould be the perfect womanYet full of flaw

I will never sleep again…

#1

She fell in love with my craftFiends my rod and thy staffShe’d drink my bath waterAnd that ain’t even the halfShe’s at every showEverything about me she knowShe lusts unconditionallyEven though love won’t growHer attraction is a life spanThank you number one fan

You Wouldn’t Want Me

You’ve ever looked heartbreak in the eyes?Before you, I hold so many liesYou might say you’ll try for yourselfBut you’ll learn to despise

No I’m not the man of your dreamsNeither am I the man of your nightmaresI’m that very thought in your mindEven when you don’t want me there

I’m cold…

I used to love but I lost that feeling

The GOOD Life

You love meI hate youYou want meI don’t want you too

“GOOD MORNING!”“…bitch, good night…”

Don’t have time for youI live the good life…yes, the good life…

hEssay

You know what thoughI don’t give a fuckI’m on oneAnd another blunt

Hennessy like airI’m probably pulling out hairI’m just going to text this bitchAnd leave it right there

So first offI didn’t really careWhen you went through my shitBecause fucking around isn’t fair

However, I didn’t expectFor you to return the favorYes I was in your koolaidI knew the flavor

It was some tall niggaBut to me he is shortBullshittin meIs like eating cereal with a fork

You don’t make senseBut you are about dollarsI gave you my cardTo get Fendi, Gucci, and Prada

Then “Tada!”You disappearedShit happensCuz I got another here

Who rides and slidesDips and glidesForgot a condomSo yes she feels great indside

*FADES TO BLAK*

Nirvana (My High Poem)

My palma flavored fingertips tingle so intenseWith every inhale I release fumes through the ventsMy eyes are very heavyMy heart beats so fast and steadyI get the munchies and start sayin"All food get in my belly"Don’t yell I’m not deafWell I can barely hear myselfI’m thinking that I’m too highI’m starting to think I can flyMy creativity skills seem to be through the roofSmoke leaves tarnish stainsOn my gold toothYou bring a bluntAnd you bring one tooSay you got a bong and waxShid bring that tooGas masks and bowlsOne hitters and volcanoesI wouldn’t do this in front of my mamaBut maybe she should just come to Nirvana

Legalize It

I can’t remember whenI can’t remember howBut when I first met you(It would be cliché to say “wow”)

I’ve been intriguedFor some timeI knew it would be betterThan the finest wine

To you I were a virginSomething my body hasn’t feltYou gave me a highI didn’t get from anything else

You’re beautiful hairSeductive aromaAll I need is you in a sackHow long do I need you alone for

I knew it was wrongAs I broke the sealBut I wanted to try youBy the way that was the deal

So as I undressed youFilled you with natureI don’t want to be bluntBut I don’t do RAW paper

My lips to you are bondI set fire to your soulI been waiting for this momentSince I was [3 minutes ago] years old

You made me feel greatWonderfulMagnificentMarvelous

You came to me

1 time2 timesMaybe even 3

But nobody hit youLike meNot even thoseWho came before me

So as we come to an endThis feels better than a nutThey should legalize you my friendNo ifs, ands, or cigarette butts

A Little HopeBy Blak Boy16x12Acrylic On Canvas

“The Late Show”

Something attracts me to youLike a butterfly to a 6 o’clock flowerI could lose myself consuming your sweet nectarHours upon hoursI feel myself becoming hookedI’m fully aware of my addictionNot encountering you soonerSeems to be my only affliction

You see, this what we have hereIt keeps the universe in balanceDefying the law of physicsI feel for you but yet I’m standing

The cosmos allowed us to cross pathsYou set my heart on fire with Jupiter loveLike cupid you wield a bow and arrowWhat another declined, I say yes to all the above

Your beauty is the tip of the icebergWhat’s below is rooted and deepSo I’ll keep my TV on the late showUntil I fall asleep

What If I Gave You The Right Address

You would’ve gotten there on timeI would’ve poured a glass of wineHoney baked jerk tilapiaWith a hint of clementine

Things would’ve been finePossibly could’ve been mineAfter a back rub and some NetflixThere would’ve been no way to resist

Just a simple mistakeStands between what could’ve beenWho knows?Right now we’d be more than friends

The Best Rose

I remember when I saw this roseThe most beautiful rose of allIt wasn’t too bigNeither was it too smallWould you believeIf I told you this rose wasn’t perfect at allThe petals were a bit flawedThe thorns left scarsBut the rose was the bestMore beautiful than the rest of them areI wanted this roseNot a bouquetJust this one roseAnd I know this may sound clichéBut I wanted to be around this rose everydayWear it as a pendantSew it in my shirt pocketWhatever this feeling was I hadI definitely didn’t want to stop itI could love this rose foreverI’m loving this rose foreverWith it’s appearance to be bold and pleasureThe rose to me was as gentle as a feather

The Step-Child

I feel just like a step childThe orphan (Nobody wanted me)Said I feel just like a step childAn abortion (Nobody ordered me)

I feel just like a step childFavoritism is more than just a wordSaid I feel just like a step childThe duo could do without a third

What Are You To Do?

What are you going to do?When the candle burns…The wick becomes no moreAnd it is some one else turn

What are you going to do?When the wax melts away…The holder wont let you stayAnd another takes your place

What are you going to do?When the candle can’t produce more flameThe old candle is thrown away with othersAnd no one remembers its name

The new candle burns…

Hopeless Romantic

Dear Hopeless RomanticWhy do you love so franticAre you up to your old anticsI’d take you across the AtlanticOnly if you could handle it…

Mt. Rushmore

A place I’ve never been beforeShe promises so many great thingsRequests of kids and wedding ringsI may not be ready to visitYour Mt. Rushmore

A place I’m not ready to seeA man I’m not ready to beEven though she was made for meWho knows what’s in storeI’m not ready to visit your Mt. Rushmore

The Watcher / By Blak Boy / 16x20 / Acrylic On Canvas

Queen of the Bitches

Bitter as black coffeeRougher than the sandiest of the paperThis bitch hereIs the descendent of lucifer himself

Nothing good ever came from herNot even complimentsCuz this bitchIs stuck in the land of anti-confidence

The salt of the oceansIs nothing compared to herShe is the queen of ALL bitchesEven when she die she’ll be the heir

My Crush

I see youI love youNot reallyI lust for youForgive me for wearing my thirst on my sleeveI often think of you after you leaveFor our sessions of sessions have become my obsessionYour beauty and bootyMakes me want to teach you a lessonYou’re different from other girls I’ve slain and buriedFiguratively however, I’d hate to scare you awayI’m thinking of ways to make you stayIf only I can make these words exitIt’s like GOD took your mold and blessed it1, 2, 3, times 4You’re the only reason I beg for moreUntil I can find the crush of the next dayYou will be mine only for this day

Baby Blū

Baby BlūI thank GOD dailyFor the dayHe blessed me with you

Your hueCompliments my saturationWhich is endless becauseI can’t get enough of you

When it’s pink outsideOr maybe even redBaby BlūYou’re the only tint in my head

I can’t call it but it’s somethingEver since I strokedYou upon canvasA more masterful masterpiece than Mona Lisa

Baby Blū stay with meIn my heart

Eternally

Never change dark blueNot even a lighter blueJust keep being the perfect BlūSo I can always love you

You’ll Learn To Hate MeAsk my exOr my closest enemyMaybe even ask somebodyWho used to be a close friend to me

It could be my flawsThat could be the causeFor the ultimate reasonThat your love for me stalls

Lucifer was an angelI could be the man of your dreamsNo matter how much you love theeYou’ll learn to hate me

The Sequel

Dear girl of my pastDamn some times I miss your assAs a person that is…Excuse the profanityWe couldn’t make it past the insanity

I went from loving youTo hating youTo thinking of you againWe the buddy thingBut I can’t be your friend

The sex was greatOf course it wasI come close to hitting you upBut then I keep awayThen I send a text anyway

I’ve put your face on other girlsOnly when I close my eyesThen I open them againOnly to realizeI’m better off putting up with vivid lies

We were supposed to last foreverI even wrote you a love songYou couldn’t convince me back then we weren’t strongDear girl of my past,Have you moved on?

About The Author

D. D. Thomas is a child of GOD before anything else. Born in Athens and raised in Wilkes County, the village that molded him made him into an enlightened child. He has always been in touch with the curiosity of limitless possibilities and the ability to do anything he wants through GOD. Since 11, he has been a writer; influenced by his older sister. He has won poetry competitions and has been recognized for his writing ability while in grade school. Thomas has also been intrigues and expressive with other arts such as music and visual art.

Since moving to Atlanta, Ga., Thomas has been involved with the music scene in the city. He is a popular nightlife DJ and has traveled the US performing with several main stream artists such as Wiz Khalifa, Kendrick Lamar, Yo Gotti, CyHi The Prynce, Royce Rizzy, PARTYNEXTDOOR, OG Maco, and many more.

For more on D. D. Thomas, visit www.DJBlakBoy.com