Monday, October 18, 2010

Throwback Poem "WWJD"


This is an old poem I wrote back in 2004 about the phrase "WWJD" when everyone use to rock that bracelet, so i thought i write something about it....i always wanted to write a second part to it and maybe will in the future.
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…what would Jesus do?
…if he had a gun pointed to his head and asked if he wanted to live
…if drug dealing was the only occupation he knew and had nothing to give
…laying on the ground dying bleeding to death
…whom will he pray to forgive
…crying from the pain of his father beating his ribs…collapse within

…what would Jesus do?
…if he had sinned, would he go confess himself fully to a priest in a confession booth
…getting popped, stopped dead at his tracks…shakin’ his tooth loose
…getting’ bullied at school cause he aint cool…bleeding…people laughin’…being amused
…accused of a crime he didn’t commit, standing in court…judge screamin’ “YOU LOSE”
…what would Jesus do?…if he hadn’t eaten for 30 days…up in rags filthy in every dirty way
…for his family…working all day without play
…being dragged behind a truck cause he was gay by the KKK
…when a drive-by shooter got him in his aim cause he wore the wrong color that day

…what would Jesus do?
…if he was caught up during 9/11 in one of the twin towers
…pointing a gun towards the man who rapped his wife…feel the power?
…layin’ in a 6ft deep hole…lifeless body…family throwin’ down flowers
…havin’ suicidal thoughts…slitting his wrist under runnin’ waters in the showers

…what would Jesus do?
…if his grandmother died and the only thing left for him to do was cry
…getting’ stomp half to death…on his hands in knees asking God “Why”
…when putted into a position where he’s backed in submission
…wishin’ he’ll jus die…knowin’ that life itself was all nothing but a lie

…what would Jesus do?
what would he do....

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A fool's poem

I think some guys can relate to this poem, it's about a guy fallin hard for a girl to only find out she don't feel the same right back. and at the end of it you jus look like a fool...but sometimes lookin like a fool is better then to never try at all, feel me...
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I am a fool...
...fell for her, scrapped my knees in the process, thought it was a sucess but it left me in much stress, In much stress? yes, but I must confess that I laid my heart on my sleeves...even beat a genius in a game of chess, but she wasn't impress, even pray to God to let her be mine and finished it off with a cross over my chest...

...it's like I'm wasting my breath, thought of her every time I took a rest...I'm so restless, thinking of what's next...Of what's next? yes...but in me, it's like she brings out my best and leaves me empty, as though my heart beat boxed while it rocks steady...yelling DID YOU EVER LIKED ME?! I'm fighting me...cause all of this could simply be a dream and my real life starts when I go to sleep...

What's her name? if i was to say, you would'nt even believe me, but believe me when I say she's worth to be, but is it worth to be...that damn crazy? that's why I'm starting to think twice, cause it's like she threw my heart in a bowl of ice, sliced it with a knife acouple of times---and for the right price she'll probably end my life

...wasn't anybody's wife?, nah so I asked Christ and he was like "alright", first time he ever answered me so clear in my life, thought it must've been a sign...now I'm just left in a sigh...ahem...okay, so I'm asking for another sign...COULD SHE EVER BE MINE? I don't know but maybe he just lied...I'm constantly asking why, asking questions with no answers, but for her I wanted an answer---but she simply said she aint sure

...damn...i am a fool

To Mai

This poem isn't towards to any girl name Mai in particular (jus picked Mai cause it was a common name and it jus came to me) but to any girls who can relate to this. I wrote it for you...for them girls that dont think that there are any more good guys, that there is...there's hope, so wipe your tears and let the past be in the past. you got me...this poem that i wrote for you.
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Mai…
I hear you calling
See you there crying
I know the boys keep breaking your heart
It left you marks, just tore you apart
The other boys got you all wrong
That guy said “I love yous” so you gave him your body and soul
But he took your soul and gave your body away
Till this day you strayed away
Now longer trust men, but you just can’t keep away

Mai…
I’ve seen those tears
Here!...these are yours, broken pieces that I try to piece together
It no longer holds so I kept it in this letter with the others
Next to the May’s, Pa’s and single mothers
I hear you calling
Heard those boys still wanna dance with you
Chant to shake it a little longer
Making them fall in love with you
But they don’t love you, just love what you are

Mai…
You weren’t those stories being shared
But the more you heard them, the more you start living them
See…you had dreams and you had hope
But when it was lost…you were lost with it
The dreams that was dreamt was gone and I’ll mourn forever
Knowing that that you were here but gone forever…
I know these boys don’t treat you well
They call you names that are often found in hell
…so you walked away, say your goodbyes and farewells

But Mai…
I hear you calling
I saw those tears crying
I’ve written this song for you
Reach my hands out to you
What can I do…
Mai…
I know you’re lonely
And there are days when the pain wins
But know that me and the boys are trying…
…to win you over again
All over again…

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

All in one (...and you wonder why I'm so angry)

This is a piece about some issues of the Hmong community that has been bugging me for awhile. The case about a kid "Fong Lee" being killed by a Minneapolis Police officier, a Hmong man being imprisoned for being in a car that killed 3 people "Koua Fong Lee" and last is the Hmong guy that was trying to sell his car and was killed by other Hmong men for wanting some parts off the car. It's these 3 news that gave me the anger and energy to produce this piece...I'm jus being as honest as possible, be offended or inspired. Im speaking my mind...

this is dedicated to the families and friends that are effected by these news

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My eyes are small
Ready to gleam through it all
My words are strong
Setting it off like a bomb
Got this fire they keep on feeding
Want me to bring the harm
Ask me why I'm so angry
And I'll be ready to tell it all!
They want me to stay calm
Blood boiling, it's peaking rage
My words an animal ready to escape
They're scare cause I'm shaking the cage!
Are you ready? I'm set to engage!!

In combat with the brigade, like a renegade I'm unleashing the pain, like a grenade I'm exploding with range!
Call us a gang...a set of thugs with our hands on our pen, our eyes to the sky with our mind on the prize
We've seen the demise of our own kind
Our soul, we've yet to find...and you ask me why I'm so angry at times

Cause we got cops killing kids and getting awards for that shit
We all know you're a murderer, please admit to that shit!
You planted that gun next to his soulless body you bitch!
Now you got mourners to mourn for that bike riding kid...who ran for his life cause he don't trust no cops!
Why should he, when one took his chance from ever making to the top...Look how the media portray this kid from the start, tryna justify for the killing from a cop
...And you wonder why I'm so angry

Keeping an innocent man behind bars like he's angry
Like he's a menace to society
Like if he gets out, he'll hop back in a Camry?!
See...all he wants to be is free and kiss his family
Would this of happen if his color was white and his name was Teddy?
I don't know...but he wasn't and his name is Koua Fong Lee!
So fuck the system for tryna keep a free man down...
Cause he's a Free man now...
...and you wonder why I'm so angry

Hmong killing Hmong is old story
That's an issue that has been carried...
But killing over car parts that's crazy
How could they take a father from his family?
Killed him for stupid shit that all you have to do is WORK hard for that money!
And now his wife is all lonely...
Cause they took him away and that's no story
...Damn
...and you wonder why I'm so angry

Cause we got too many news stories of our families
one too many bodies that didn't need to be buried
always fighting like a fury while our eyes gets teary
Mouth trembles as our hands grow weary
You're tired and you, I pledge to carry
...I'm angry
...So this fire they keep on feeding
this beast will keep on eating
As long I keep breathing
My lungs will never collapse
Until the reaper collects...
These words will forever connect
For you I swore to protect...
And my anger will stay on and never forget...

...and you wonder why I'm so angry