Coconut MilkThere was no coffee cream in my fridge this morningCoconut Milk1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
only orange juice, water, and coconut milk?
Now I've never heard about a lactating coconut
and I have no idea where they hide their breasts
but my coffee was getting colder
every second I spent debating
so I just decided to use the coconut milk.
It was the worst decision I ever made,
worse than publishing of Fifty Shades of Grey!
A twilight fan fiction?
Seriously what is this?
I mean, I haven't actually read it,
but just the thought gives my pancreas an infection.
So why should you not put coconut milk in your coffee?
Because it is fucking delicious!
It isn't just an orgasm in your mouth,
it's an orgasm through your entire digestive tract
as it tap dances on your taste buds,
trips your tongue with twisters,
skis down your esophagus,
serenades your stomach,
and conducts orchestras when it exits
the orbit of Uranus!
Coconut milk will kill cancer!
It can clean oil spills by itself!
It's the hermaphrodite child of Lady Gaga and Einstein
Portrait Of Black JesusPortrait of Black JesusPortrait Of Black Jesus6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i asked a painter the other day
“paint me a portrait of black jesus”
and he looked at me
like he really did see the holy ghost
and he asked me to repeat my request.
“paint me a portrait of black jesus,”
“don’t you know that is blasphemous?”
“no, i do not know. i believe in him as you do--”
“jesus wasn’t and isn’t black,”
“have you met him?”
he seemed confused at my question,
“what did you ask me?”
“have you met him?”
“well of course i have,”
“and what does he look like?”
“he looks like--”
“no, what does HE look like?”
“i don’t understand…”
“did he come to you as a man or concept?”
“concept i suppose but that doesn’t--”
“yes it does.”
“get out of my shop.”
“may the lord bless you.”
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because being okay is expected,
if we’re not okay, that’s not okay,
what can we do to be okay?
we can scribble illegible words
on a canvas made for by painters
masquerading as notebook paper,
and hope that we can sell the burn
of stinging emotions for some paper.
but the funny thing about that thought?
is that american money isn’t paper,
it’s 75% cotton and 25% linen fibers.
so even the money you'd earn from your misery,
isn't anything you can write on
when you realize your money isn't
made to heal. even if it does talk.
but it never really ever says enough, does it?
But that's okay...
being okay is the hardest thing we do
because sticks and stones do break bones,
but you can hide the scars
with a jacket or longer sweatshirt.
or put on pants as opposed to athletic shorts.
words kill, words heal, and words are so much more.
and you can't hide the scars that riddle your face,
the way your