Before I Grab the Mic

By Renah Shoshannah Jones

This collection is filled with some of the most open and soul baring poetry from this poet to date. Its basically, Naked poetry. BEFORE I GRAB THE MIC aspires to be the Basquiat of poetry. It is the intention that no matter who reads it, gets something out of it, especially more understanding of how the era we're living in has affected us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365292200

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Before I Grab the Mic

Before I Grab the MIC

By Renah Shoshannah Jones

©2016

Before I Grab the MIC ©2016 By Renah Shoshannah Jones. All rights reserved.  No part of this ebook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

ISBN 978-1-365-29220-0

First Edition: July 2016

Dedicated to Antaeus

I never imagined I’d be lucky enough to have someone like you championing for the best in me. I’m so grateful and with each day I love you more and more.

VS Then

Aspire To Be

One day I was walking down the street

When I happened to meet

This young guy come talking, Come Holla at ME…

You know, What’s up Shorty?

I said, "I’m chillin if you willin to let me

But first I gotta know what you Aspire To Be"

He looked kind of confused while I was amused

So then he said, Shorty, you want to sip on some brews?

I said, No thank you, but Slim do you have a clue?

He said, Dang why you stressing me and Dressing me up in your questions?

I said, "Because dude I’m one of Life’s lessons, so as you can see

I still need to know what you Aspire To Be.

Do you Aspire to work somewhere illegit?

Or do you work where you have to commit?

Do you Aspire to be someone real down?

Or do you mask your face like a clown?

Do you Aspire to be HIV free?

Or are you just trying to run all up in me?"

Dude got offended and began to whine.

I said, "Hold up bro, I know you fine

But you wanted to Holla at ME.

I didn’t say you had to have a J O B.

If you’re getting educated, well that’s cool too.

But if you diggin me I gotta know what’s up with you!

Do you shop at J. Crew?

Do you practice Voodoo? Do you like Guru?

Did you dig Ride It Hot?  Or are you trying to hit my Hot Spot?"

Dude said, "Oh, I know your game

You’re one of those females who wants a man to tame."

So then I just shook my head cause dude thought he had me read

So then I said, "NO, it’s not even like that.  I just feel you’re precious and need to leave these street messes that uses you in the recesses of a cesspool acting like somebody’s

boy-tool!  But I forgive you if that’s all you know

But I’m here to tell you there’s other places to go.

I’m not like the other females just trying to diss

And to prove it to you I’ll lay you a kiss.

Before I bid you good-bye, good-day

I’m not like the others

I don’t want just your foreplay.

You see I got a LOVE for you and that’s a mystery to me

Which is why I am concerned,

What do you Aspire To Be?"

They Call Us….

Well excuse me for stepping on your toes

And for wearing some clothes

And I’m sorry my scent got all up in your nose

And all of those other things that make a woman or female

With a scale of sense

That can’t stand dense lil S.O.B’s

Who can’t see me for what and who I am

DAMN!

Uh oh! Here he goes, girl did you here him?

He called us, Hoes?!

Because I know his ignorance shows

Because I didn’t like his game

Though from a womb we both came!

Look at the hatred in his eye

U, N, I, T, Why? Why do I

And other females get disrespected

Our feelings neglected

Our minds infected

By young black men’s words

That are surely absurds.

Beyond joking around with constant gratuitous reference to hoes

As their lowly perception of us grows

Do you know what I heard the other day

While on my way back from lunch?

I was walking past a bunch

Of neighborhood guys trading lies and all

When my jaw began to fall

As I listened to them speak and tweek

About some Pretty Hoes they seek.

"Yeah dog, that hoe was fine… you talking bout that light hoe

or the other one…Naw the light-skinned pretty hoe wit long hair…"

They wasn’t playing