Out of the Mouth of Babes

This was a conversation that took place between me and a kindergarten student.

"Look Miss Smith! I have a new book bag! Does your son have a book bag? Do you have a son?"

"No."

"Why don't you have a son Miss Smith?"

"Because I'm not married."

"You're not married?!"

"No."

"So sad, so sad! You are so alone Miss Smith."

Fat America

Fat America

This little piggy went to market
Sells her fatback for the high price of fame
Plasters her fatback on every page
Spread those thighs a little wider
Fat America can’t see your damaged soul
Charity work makes page 6 news
Sex tapes gets the headliner
Tour the daytime talk show circuit
Try to change her image
Signed up for a new role
Plays mother earth
Adopts an Ethiopian/Cambodian
Steals a husband
Becomes an ambassador
All in a days work
while
This little piggy stayed home
Glued to television screens
One hand on the remote
The other masturbating to each click
Remember you can tivo American idol
Whispers fat America
And still have 13 hours to split
Between his xbox 360 and getting high
Skip the news little piggy
Beat stupid America at their game
But play along with jeopardy
To keep fresh on old topics
Don’t worry about school
Wheel of fortune will teach him how to spell
Just make sure he tells vanna white
To spin those letters a little faster
Gotta keep up
No time to waste
A man can taste his fame and glory
When he wants to be a millionaire
Those scratch offs aren’t paying up the investment
So save your pennies to buy you a ticket to california
Stand in line
Then come on down to barkerville
Get rich and famous
To wine and dine with
This little piggy who had roast and beef
Throws it up in public restrooms
Trying to hold to that shape
Dying to be fine
Generation Y breakdances for mickey d’s
Coke
High blood pressure
Diabetes
Clogged arteries
Dada-da-da-da im loving it
Hormone injected cows tell you to eat more chicken
Feeling sluggish
Depressed
Fat America has the cure
Charge your diets to master card
And shop till you drop
Stock up on shoes you will never wear
Hide the clothes in your children’s closet
He’ll never looked there
Go into debt and keep it a secret
The jones’ can never know
Little piggy make your pledge to fat America
The red
White
And green
Act like you have a lot of money
Hold your nose up to
This little piggy who had none
And this little piggy went i-i-i all the way home

mama a.free.ka copyright 2006

a work in progress - untitled

Teach me how to box my emotions inside
Multicolored cubes
Then shuffle it
For people to get mad and peel away the pieces
Leaving them black void emotionless
I want to be the one to hide
Laughing at the people’s inability to figure me out
Mind if I call you jack in the box
Popping out at the drop of break beats
Cant beat out the box for this one
No
I got foresight
Insight
But mercury must have been in retrograde when I met you
Didn’t know you were going to be another one to call me friend
Thought we had a common thread so we could sew our roots
Giving birth to poetry that only sounded good backed up with you
I was looking for someone to have my back
Touch my back
Kiss me on the back of neck
Then I would listen to you talk about back in the day when you were a kid
But we not kids anymore
We grown folks
I just wanted to memorize your life story so it could be mine

“I used to save my lunch money to buy records
$8.00 it would total
Then I would ride on my bike to the shop to pick out the new vinyl”

See how that sounded so real
Isn’t that what hip hop is
Real
Isnt that what you fell in love with
real
I thought hip hop was me
real
Thought hip hop was we
real
Must have gotten my frequencies crossed with that new pop fake
Gotta tell you the truth
My phone was full of messages I saved
Because you beat boxed my name
And my heart would up-rock to it every time
Thought it was infatuation
But then you would reveal a new side to me
And all I could think was how DOPE and FRESH you are
Yeah I wrote your name
In cursive
In print
In graffiti
Didn’t write nothing else
Couldn’t write nothing else
Found myself waiting for your call
Like clockwork 8:45
And we would talk till 1 in the a.m.
About our feelings
But that would get only a 10 minute set
The headliner was music
And I didn’t mind
I was talking to you
See you blew my mind
Cant help to admit you still do
Wish I did the same for you
And maybe I did for those few seconds
Because listening requires commitment
And I wasn’t worthy of your time
Didn’t want to throw you off beat
Because the time signature of running away from your feelings
Is a tricky one
I didn’t want to write this poem
Because it would mean that you were never into me
And I have to get over you





Here is where I would curse
And find myself right back where I started from

mama a.free.ka copyright 2006

suicide love note #1

i put my head in a noose
trying to get the thought of you
away from me
but my guardian angel cut me down
maybe i should become an atheist

-mama a.free.ka copyright 2006