"Morning Knock"

WOW.......as soon as my eyes opened this morning

I smiled before yawning

and the reason, I have no clue

and no 1 has giving me a hint

but, i'm happy

im talking grandma-made a pound cake-happy

i'm talking singing-in the shower-happy

preferably Lauren Hill's MTV Unplugged or Toni Braxton's Secrets

and dont stop until youre fully dressed

I guess....no, I know

happy like im 17 again and it's first day of senior year

socks are fresh and laces are new

whewwwwwwww......no i'm talking 

news about Michael Jackson-actually having kids-happy

Wait! Rewind! That's some bull ish

When I saw them, I knew they werent his

But, I was still happy when I heard the lie!

Happy like Thanksgiving's table sweet potato pie

Still don't know the reason why

But, happiness knocked early this morning like.....Hi

I said come on in.....welcoming....oh, I wasn't shy

i'm hoping you know what you got yourself into

I don't plan on letting you say bye -Ms. Taylor

"Can't Describe"

Wrecking my brain

Scribble

Then feel some more

Think think think

Then jot down what I felt before

Ball it up 

I'm not sure

Scratching my head

Trying to figure what my heart said

Is saying......will say

Adjective column 

What's gotten into me?

I could use metaphors and similies

Listen to others as they confess 

No help.....nonetheless

I've been exploring me because I feel lost

Reviewed the past to see if anything sparks....

I just don't know what they are

What they look like

The start or ending

I'm searching in the morning when I awaken

Taking my time and I hope that they aren't taken

So many to choose from 

I just can't use one

Shucks......hmmmm

I've searched and
Tried to describe

I asked my sister... my brother

My father.....my mother

So truthful
So new
So real

I asked Webster and still

Not even he had words to describe the way you me feel -Ms. Taylor-

Perfect Opportunity

I stared

It's been a while since I've seen you

now, i'm near you

What do I do?

I remembered how you liked me to place my lips there

your neck....your ear

so, I stared

your motions dared

me to at least breathe there

I concentrated on my air

controlled and anxious to place it where

you needed

so I leaned in

with a perfect opportunity to share my air and kiss you

but, it was interrupted by you scent so....I sniffed you.......

God......how I've missed you -Ms. Taylor-

Borrowed Color

Sometimes, out of the blue, I have to talk to sis about you 

She says, "what're you going to do" 

Hell, if I knew I wouldn't feel so blue 

So, I embrace that blue and add an S 

Then, sing them like only Billie Holiday would nevertheless, 

Greeting heartache.....Goodmorning...everyday 

cold bed 

use to be warm....awaken with my head on your chest 

I'm still singing Billie....still singing indeed 

Oh Loverman, Where Can You Be 

The process of getting over you has me singing her blues 

Maybe getting over you....getting over you 

Is not what I'm supposed to do -Ms. Taylor- 

Converse On The Power Line

AC in the window 

ten pieces of candy 

the result of ten brown coins giving from one of my kinfolk 

yesterday's residue still left in the sandwich bag 

evidence still on my fingertip proves it was never a sandwich in that 

kept Kool-Aid stains under my nails 

playing double dutch with the girls and all the while 

holding a pickle stuffed with a cherry Jolly Rancher 

listening to High Five's Hard To Get 

singing the hell out of TLC's Creep obviously not knowing what it meant yet 

hop scotch 

freeze tag 

hide-and-go seek 

shhhh......you can tell me if you ever played hide-and-go sneak 

to freak 

which was only a fill and a kiss 

such a cute reminisce 

Mary J in combat boots an a Yankees cap 

Wreckx-n-Effect was in effect wreckin every track 

No AJ and Free 

just Donnie and Sherry 

Simpson and Carter.... 

yeah, this is getting harder 

Hey! Put your toe in....geeeeeeeeeeeeeez 

now, bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish 

how many pieces do you.....wait, don't wish 

I just wanted you to come and remember all this 


we had fun didn't we -Ms. Taylor-

Screw Hip Hop

If you find it

then apply it

strive to supply it

sky it

high shit

I might die quick

but, this slick mic shit

is what I like to spit

Poison? Yes, I still push my shit

try it 

you prob like it

Tv when light hits

selling by night kids

wake up and strike it

spike it

right it after it's wrong

sike it

fight it

naa, slice it

un pie it

quiet

i'm just rhyming with no meaning behind it

with no meaning behind it

no meaning behind it

so, let me throw my hoes

money and clothes

grams and kilos

on the beat

let the youth know what I sale

and it still sells

then, there's no need to make sense

hell

i'll even teach'em how to cook it

different recipes

bag it

hand it to the radio stations so they can play what I got

It's hot shit

cop it...just hear what I got 

so I can

help fuck up hip hop -Ms. Taylor-

The Now Substitution

Can't explain it 

that thing you do 

makes me move 

keeps me soothed 

like a comfort food 

trying to figure your planet 

out of this universe you must be 

perfect as if you perfectly planned it 

perfection off the tip of your tongue when you tell me 

simple things 

like what you cooked 

how your day went 

and how I look 

in your opinion 

you take my breath away with words you say that aren't given 

or ask questions which brings about a smile 

my cheeks rise.......eyes tighten 

flattered that i'm in your liking 

and so.......i'm writing.... 

i'd rather be with you -Ms. Taylor-