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The Illest Poem I Ever Wrote
By Norman "B.O.B. Green
 

When I was someone else's I was safe and you wanted to do nothing but spend time and it wasn't a day we didn't talk.
When I was someone elses you wanted me to be yours
When I was someone elses we made love until sweat came oozing out of or pours.
When I was some one elses you always wanted me to go out.
When I was someone else's you told me that nobody could treat better with you without a doubt.
When I was someone elses you showered me with gifts.
When I was someone elses what we had I couldn't imagine any rifts

But now I am a free man and shit aint the same
So now what am I suppose to think damn was it all game.
I am like the superstars girl never ever to be seen on the red carpet never to be seen side to side.
You ask what's wrong damn A man has his own pride
Shit if your doing what your supposed to do and then some and still don't get anywhere.
Even Jack Frost's heart isn't that cold your going to care.
It seems that your that person who is paying for the sins and mistakes made by the one before you.
But your heart tells you to ride it out and your brain says it isn't worth the pain and agony you go through.

Oh so I guess it is cool I met your fam
And your giving me pda so I guess you give a damn
You talk to me about have kids and living together.
I am the one who gets the phone calls if somethings wrong or your under the weather.
You cherish the things I have given you which so sweet to me.
Make sunday dinners and you sit down, hold hands and say are prayers vefore you eat with me.
Steal my clothes and the food off my plate.
All our close friends now know that we are dating.
Little do they know that this isn't overnight we weren't just friends when we were fighting and hating.
And I have never loved some one with my heart, mind, body and soul.
In this play I call us I just don't how to act because I don't know my role.

So the phone calls don't come like they used to and I haven't seen a gift in years.
I wake up feeling like a sucker and can't even stop the tears.
I went from being a top priority to yeah it don't matter he will always be around.
I have spent a lil over a year expressing myself about this love that is so profound.
I guess I had my chance or did I was it just game
Now when I need you I get brushed off like dirt off a shoulder.
I am fighting with all I have not to say fuck it and just become colder.
Funny I remember " I am tired of the throwing the keys down you need to make your own copy"
Now I am older a lot heavier shit sometimes I even feel sloppy.
But I have no one to blame but myself
I went to be on tap what a fall from grace after being rated top shelf.

 

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