This is where I will be posting my unique albeit  unprofessional brand of ghetto-Goth slam poetry. Alot of it is erotic or deals with serious issues and I think it's a good way to vent without necessarilly calling certain people out. By reading the poems you may get to know me better too. Everything will be pretty simple and straight-forward without being overly complicated.

It is not my intent to offend anyone but honestly these poems can be brutal so it may occur. Just remember these poems are often a general view of society, not so much good individuals. While inspired by people I've dealt with no names are noted thus everything in anoyomous.  

Here are some starters 

Two Faced Jaynis doll

I know this girl that says she wants respect. Yet this same chick wares a slave

Collar around her neck.

She tells me she wants romance and to be treated nice. But the pictures she collects

Are of girls being chained down and raped while wearing leather and spikes.

I understand wanting spice. But honey you are too far gone for me to give you advice.

Don’t think your sweet innocent front had me entranced. The only one you fool is yourself as you do your macabre dance.

You told me you wanted to be in a committed relationship with me and you didn’t want to be seen as a slut. Yet you’re sitting in someone else’s lap rubbing his hard crotch with your butt.

I don’t have a beef with who you be. I have a beef with the mask you put up to deceive.

You could have just said how you wanted it from the start. Instead you made me run through a dangerous labyrinth within my broken heart.

“More then equal is what you want to be”

These girls say they want to be equal . Yet they still want to be highest on the steeple.

If a girl gets into a fight I bet you ten dollars she’ll bring her boyfriend into it just for

Spite.

Bitch I’m not your bouncer to bail you out of your problems because you’re not always in the right. Don’t think you can control me through my dick by putting on something revealing or tight.

When I go out to dinner with my homeys everyone pitches in to help with the tab. Yet if I take a woman out she’ll order the most expensive thing on the menu and expect me to pay for both her and me with all that I have.

Girl I’m not saying chivalry is dead . But why am I expected to pay for everything every time we go out just to have you approve of me and get the good head?

If you wanted to be equal you’d contribute something to the flow. Yet you want the guy to slave away for you as you just sit around and say you run the show.

Bitch you don’t want to be equal you want to be a queen. You want us to kill each other over the pussy so you can hang back from the pit and keep your nose clean.

I’m not saying I have a problem treating you with love and respect. But because of the way you girls think now days it is always the worst I expect.

I don’t mind you being on the same playing field. But if you are going to try to manipulate me and rob me I’m not going to yield.