Not My Body

I have no choice, because it’s not my body
I can help create
Acts I can participate
But it’s not my body
No ring on your finger so you not obligated to call me
Tell me a week later and say you sorry
Or 8 months later have your momma contact me
Maybe just don’t tell me it all
Ain’t no Stat Quo nigga
Run away from me, I would’ve ran away wit cha
What do you need? I would breathe for you if I could
Carry this for you; or at least be there like a man should
But I didn’t get the option
Didn’t get a say so
Cuz I’m just a man
I can shed tears
I can morn
I can feel rage
But I can’t make a decision for you
Common courtesy would be nice
Simple notification would suffice
I guess im just a man and it ain’t my life
No grudges, no hate not even an ill thought
I was told to get over it and get over it I shall
I represent the brothas righteous and those who will see the fires of hell
The ones that care, but why should we?
Cuz after all, it’s not our body
BC tha Gent

My Walk Home

Back in the summer of 2009 I had alot on my mind. Get off work at 10...I am posting this because i helped out a friend of mine by reading this piece to him. I thought i was writing this for me, but God had more than that purpose. To my family i know the vernacular may be a bit much but it is indicative to how I was feeling at the moment. So much grown since this time. Now join me on my walk home...

MY WALK HOME
9:35
Should I call for a ride?
May ask a co worker
Call a “ya dig” ask her the favor then work her
Well lemme think, naw then all my growth would be gone in a blink
Mind on the brink of thoughts that I thought were extinct
9:45 n still ain’t called for a ride
Walking around counting my strides until 9:55
Me...“Everything’s done, can I ride?”
Boss...“Sure bro, just bring the last forklift inside.”
“Cool”
I laugh cuz I said “ride” like I had one waiting out side.
Step out the door, Inhale and exhale
The thought of walking prevailed

So I started to foot it
Not in a rush so won’t push it
Insert the head phones, kick around a couple stones
Cicero bound
Random thoughts enter my mind, should I write it down? Shit I might
Jus gotta get under this street light
Pull out the pad and began writing to an unborn child
I know right…wild
On the side of the street I decided to let the pen and pad meet
They are familiar with each other
Like an infant is with the titties of the mother
So I write...

{I used to bend my elbow toward my face so many times, at times I should’ve been incarcerated
For the things I’ve said for the pussy penetration
Because I had no business
But that’s what was constantly on a young youthful wish list
Senseless.}

Back to reality my mind feeling gravity
A van backs toward me and a man asks me
“you need a ride my man, how far you gotta go”
I replied, “I’m just down the street I’m cool, there’s no rain or snow”
“But thanks I appreciate it” He said “No problem” then skated
Though I’m 23 years old, I’m much aware of danger
Grown as I am, shit I ain’t accepting no ride from a stranger lol
So I keep on footin it grasping on to my mini booklet

Back to the letter to the unborn

{Daddy likes to write, and like a student of mathematics I’m literary studious
Started of new to this
I was comparable to a small shack in the outback
Before I metamorphized into a literary high-rise
Still striving to be a skyscraper
Giving life to this paper
Becoming a pit-bull of society polishing my distinct instincts
You will find a passion too
don't get discouraged at first, it took me a while before i knew
And about your mommy, im sorry…}

Back to reality
gotta pay attention to the road before I become a casualty
Hit the gas station, standing in line patient
Hit the blocks to the house
Clearing my mind of the pain I been feeling lately
Thoughts get hazy
i had a heart attack without a clogged artery
and it did break me, well partially
don't feel for me if u reading this,
its all work of the enemy and i ain't feeding it
I been hurt so bad it feels like getting a tattoo from the inside out
But I never go down without
A fight or down right brawl
My God taught me to walk and not to go back to the crawl
So here I am world and u can’t take my joy
I been told since I was a boy
U didn’t give it to me
And u sure can’t take it away
So until my mission stops
I’l l Always be a literary and visionary RENAISSANCE

thanks for joining me during My Walk Home

P.S. To my unborn that I will never meet, I cherish the thoughts of u. To the ones i will meet in a future life state...we'll finish this discussion at a later date