Ho-Sh*t

The following poem used to get so much crowd love at open mics. And after a super extra special IM convo with my e-sistas Luvvie, Overit, and PBG last night about various types of "ho-sh*t", I thought it was inappropriate.... (By the way I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life talking to those fooltastic negresses) Here ya go:


"Committed……."

You probably think I ought be committed for not wanting commitment;

Commitment to a partner

Commitment to an objective

Even commitment to this poem…

* sigh *

I heard love was blind, but I realized my love had double vision

Plagued with astigmatism and indecision…

No depth perception,

Things were closer than they appeared,

And I backed up into conflict before I knew it…

Making innocent victims think they had fallen head over heels

But in reality I just knocked them over on their heads……

Falling crazy in love but they were really schizophrenic in lust,

Buying delusions of trust,

But is it my fault my love has multiple personalities?

And frequent casualties,

Not that I take love casually,

But my free spirit doesn’t move cautiously…..

Is it wrong that sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I feel like 3 or 4?

Sometimes my soul just wants a mate for the night,

Oh but that makes me a whore, right???

NO, on the contrary,

it means I don’t subscribe to this psychosis called monogamy,

Because love is not one dimensional,

And I refuse to try to make it tangible,

Just enjoy what it brings, that is my commitment………