Poetry

My Mouth is Listening While My Eyes are Talking

Look me deep in my eyes and tell me what you hear. If you listen carefully to my thunderous, earsplitting stare, you will hear the unmistakable sound of agony that the owner of these eyes is screaming through tears. These eyes are pleading with you to stop with the madness. We ready to go out and mob against Zimmerman and Dunn and then turn right around and use the same gun to assassinate the ones that they missed. Kinda hypocritical don’t you think. Don’t get me wrong I’m praying for justice to be served for Jordan and Trayvon but not because it was another race that erased their existence. These eyes are screaming for it all to stop. Not just racial violence but also violence against ourselves. My mouth is listening to every excuse and reasons why my people feel it was more tragic in the race cases, but my mouth can only respond with what it heard with the phrase of “Bullshit!! The tragedy is not in who did the killings, but in the fact that two young lives were removed from possibly becoming the men to find the cure for cancer or maybe even being owners of their very own fortune 500 company.” My vocals sometime has a hard time trying to translate the words of my vision so all I can say is my mouth is listening while my eyes are talking.

Look me deep in my eyes and tell me what you hear. If you listen carefully to my thunderous, earsplitting stare, you will hear the unmistakable sound of confusion that the owner of these eyes is screaming through raised eyebrows. These eyes are asking “What happened to the respect some of these ladies have for themselves”? You are on the internet begging for attention through half naked pics and twerking videos, but you get pissed when disrespectful guys call you a hoe. You gotta be smart enough to know that the image you are portraying is not making men attracted to your personality. These eyes are screaming from the bottom of their optic nerve for these ladies to take back the respect that they deserve. Your mother gave you a name and it is not “Bad Bitch!!” Bad bitch is not a compliment. A bad bitch is a female dog that tears up things in your home, and as the owner you have to punish it by whipping its ass. That is the reason why so many of you “bad bitches” end up in domestic situations. My eyes, my eyes are screaming for you take your respect back. There is more to you than what looks good in boy shorts and a wet tee-shirt. Make him respect you by respecting yourselves first. You are worth more than sexual satisfaction.  My vocals sometime has a hard time trying to translate the words of my vision so all I can say is my mouth is listening while my eyes are talking. 

Look me deep in my eyes and tell me what you hear. If you listen carefully to my tranquil, serene stare, you will hear the unmistakable sound of hope that is whispering through eyes wide open. These eyes are speaking to the hearts of those that hurt letting them know that a better day is coming. If you listen carefully to the whispers, you would hear the reasons why giving up should not ever be an option. In your toughest situations, you should teach your mouth close itself because sometime your vocals have a hard time trying to translate the words of your vision. Allow your mouth to listen while your eyes are talking.

P.A.W.C.R.A.M.    02/19/2014