A Black Man's Inner Thoughts: 4

By Kim Prout

Poetry is my way to talk, sing, or yell. Its my way of being that other Kim that isnt being seen on a norm. Poetry is the other me. I want my reader to understand this is the third edit, and all of my poems are real.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503528321

Kim Prout

Hi, my name is Kim Robert Prout. I’m a native of New Orleans, Louisiana. I love writing poetry. When I write, I express myself to any and every thing that is happening in my surroundings.

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Copyright © 2015 by Kim Prout.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5035-2831-4

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Rev. date: 12/19/2014

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Contents

To Love & Know You’re Loved

Why Me!

My Black Is Beautiful

That New Orleans Chocolate Sexy Brother

My Missing Part

The Hidden Bi-Sexual Sistas,

Confusion With An Illusion

Just Stop!

Hiding From The Truth

Sophisticated Lady

The Good Brother

Fly Away

Endless Passion

Forever

I’m A Pleaser

You Mad Bro

Where’s My Justice.

Scared & Afraid

Expressing It

Getting It Off My Chest

Conclusion Of The Past

Family Love

Discrimination

Angry You

Consistent Push

My Motivation

Say It Isn’t So!

Equal Treatment

Tonight

Heavy Heart

Father

Just Believe

I Wonder

It Gets Old

I’m Lost

Hi There!

It’s Hard

I’m Worried

What

They Flow

Bring It

Sucker

I Just Can’t Do It

Punkass

Help Them

Respect Us

Poem Called: Loving Me

I Be Dam

Dam!

My love for the Sista

Unborn Parental Abuse

All I Need

Don’t Give Up

Love, Love, Love

My Real Boo

Abusive Circumstances

Sexy Gorgeous Boo

Where Am I Going

The Real Kings

To Love & Know You’re Loved

I know my mom loves me as I love her,

I know my daughter loves me as I love her,

I know I love my grand baby, because she loves me.

That’s the love I know I see.

I know my siblings love me as I love them.

I know GOD loves me, because I love him.

To be loved and know it’s there,

to know these people really cares,

I know I love them with all my heart,

I know their love is real,

I know its love that’s what I feel.

It isn’t pretend or fake, it doesn’t have to be earned,

I love them and I receive it in return,

To love & know its love,

I thank (GOD) the man above,

I truly am blessed, I am loved

Why Me!

I was just a young black 17 year old,

I did have plans, & I had goals.

I just wanted to go home,

I walk the streets it was late, but I was all alone.

I stopped to get a bag of skittles and me a can of tea,

Wow! Who would think that someone would be following me?

I did nothing wrong that I could see

I maintained as I walked and talked on the phone,

I didn't think that I did anything wrong.

But I was harassed and I was treated with disrespect,

all I did was ask, all at once it became a train wreck.

He pulled out a gun,

I became nervous, I got scared and I wanted to run,

So I yelled, I screamed, I cried for help,

I felt that I had to try to defend myself

Next thing I knew (BOOM) I was shot,

I was bleeding, then everything stopped,

He had killed me on the spot.

Now I'm dead,

My killer has sent me to my eternal bed.

But why me, why me I said?

I did nothing wrong that I could see.

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