ahmapoet

Peace and Welcome,

Eye Cum
The poetry is hot to spit
My ears done erected to the masturbation of words
Deep thoughts sixty nined my mind to a fetish
Eye had to lick the wisdom's touch to taste it
So...here my third eye cum
© Baub Bidon
POETS Lady of Art

Let It Go You grow as a child,
as a baby,
fresh out of the water,
fresh out of the garden,
fresh out of the womb,
to find out that all you
wanna do is hide out
in your room,
away from everything,
away from your father,
I hate this man,
I hate this motherfucker
you say,
always treating my
mother like a piece of
shit, because honestly
they never liked each
other, he never loved
her, she never loved him,
just let it go just let it go...
out of anger and
frustration he flaunts it
out on you,
you're stupid Lina,
you're a tramp Lina,
you're too tall Lina,
loose some weight Lina,
don't be like your mother
Lina!
just let it go, just let it go...
Things might always get
scary, they always
might get rough,
they always do,
you might get smacked,
you might get hit and
pounded straight down
cold to the floor, mama
don't think it's nuttin she
don't care to call the
police yet their right next
door,
just let it go, just let it go...
I never look at her,
not once,
maybe just a minute or
two,
never straight in the eye
or else I might get real
furious and start having
fun with my arms, drawing
every single cut wishing
every viber in my body
would just die,
you're a slut,
you're a slut Lina,
is what I hear him
say, saying lies in
my face over his
lifetime of deep paranoia
that he's molding in my
memory,
paranoia,
paranoia about
everything,
I have to stay good,
stay a good little girl,
yes you can learn this,
yes you can do this,
your just lieing,
self confidence
was never built
into my self esteem
or my sense of being,
my sense of self,
into my self conscience,
but just a little rat that
was made in the ditch,
where did Frida create me?
when did my hands start to
feel so cunning and rich?
Life can be such a bitch,
but ema' just let it go,
just let it go,
just let it go,
don't misunderstand
what you just read,
theirs no such thing as self
pity, cause everyone does
it 24/7 all day everyday
around the city,
I don't let anything rub off
of me from the past,
that's not my style, no no,
I let that high
and emotion last,
instead I let my head transfer,
letting my anger sink into liquid
leaving explicit vapor on paper,
so let my words go,
just let it go,
let it hang real low,
and let the words
on ink vibrately flow.