Doc’S Poetry Parlor

By Andre Lawrence

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543483437

Andre Lawrence

Andre Lawrence was born and raised on Chicago's South side in the Englewood community, it was here that he discovered his gift for writing poetry. Being born into an environment filled with poverty drugs, gangs and death, he found poetry to be a suitable outlet to express in words what he experienced in his everyday life.

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Copyright © 2018 by Andre Lawrence.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2018901626

ISBN:                   Hardcover                              978-1-5434-8345-1

                            Softcover                                978-1-5434-8344-4

                            eBook                                       978-1-5434-8343-7

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 02/14/2018

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Contents

Foreword

The Prelude: Come and Go Love

The Foolish Man

You Are Woman

She Is

Honduranean Rose

Woman Unknown

I Bear Witness

Black Butterfly

This Love

My Black Is Beautiful

The Beauty of Love

Under the Guidance of Time

Family

Before the Council of Men

The Afterthought to Forward Thinking

Apologetic Father

In This Life

I Am Thee

Me and My Destiny

It Has Been an Honor

Hear Ye, Hear Ye (All You Battle-Ready Souls)

Cannibal Mentality

Sign of the Times

All that My Eyes Have Seen

Real Nigga Rich

Bully Me Not

The Letter

We Interrupt the Regularly Scheduled Program

In the Wake of Summer

American-Less

Social Address

I Have a Clear View through My Window

I Wonder, Will They Listen?

This Road

Rizin’ against the Odds

Tragic Reality

This Is My Pain Eulogized

The Incline of Injustice

Rivers of Blood

These Are the Tears I Cry

Bad Times upon Us

Ye though I Walk

America’s Outcast

They Say that I Am a Racist

US Occupation

The Cruel Truth

Today We Gather

History’s Present

Am I Not Worthy?

New Thought, New Man

I Am a Human Being

The Day Freedom Came

Justice or Else

I Am the Undesirable—Part 1

I Am the Undesirable—Part 2

I Am

The Darkness in which I Dwell

Strong Black Soul

I Am Powerful

A Man Trying to Get Right with God

The Vowing Man

Atonement

From the Sidelines

The Will of Concepts

Time, the Revealer

Belizean Queen

Forever My White Girl

Sue Mama

Pride of Tennessee

Here’s to the Couple

Tasha Brown

Gratitude

On this Day

Farewell, Linde

Juneteenth

If Heaven Could Hear Me

Kwanzaa

Farewell, FMC

Nurse Appreciation Week

The Dearly Departed Son

A Mother I Have Never Met

Eternally Whitney

In Memory of Li’l Arthur

O Mother My

In Memory of Rachel

Dearly Beloved

Trina Lives

The Last of the Leading Ladies

Time after Time

Eternally Uncle Lewis

I Am Muhammad Ali

In Loving Memory of Li’l Greg

Breathing through the Storm

Mildred’s Son

Before the Heavenly Trumpet Blows

In the Blink of an Eye

Let It Be Said

I Am Still Here

Endlessly Fateful

Alone with My Thoughts

Look at Me

Love’s Devotion

Loving You in Hindsight

One-Sided Love

A Song to Memory

Senses

Fears of Love

I Need You

Hello, Love

Hearts Broken Silence

I Am Torn

Dreamland

Tell Me

Dual Inspiration

Where Are You Headed?

What Will My Legacy Be?

I Am Atoning

Still I Rize

A Tribute to Woman

The Black Woman

Poetic Response to Li’l Baby

The Familiar Stranger

I

would like to dedicate this book to my family, friends,

children (and their mothers), and to every person that has opened their heart to me and allowed me to take refuge within.

I have met so many uniquely inspiring individuals along my journey in this life who have inspired me.

I want to say I love you and I thank you for bestowing your trust in me.

Sincerely,

Andre Doc Lawrence.

Foreword

I want to first give thanks and praise to the Most High God,

who is the creator of all that is, who saw it fit to give

me life and instilled in me my purpose. Second, I’d like to

extend my gratitude and thanks to my family, beginning with

my mother, Debra Lawrence Murphy, who, from as early as I can

remember, always made me aware that I was special; may you rest

in peace, Momma. Then there is my sister and brothers, who have

always shown their faith in me and supported me in this life.

Sarina, Jesse (RIP), Johnny, and Josh, our love lives in action

Continually, and I thank you all dearly. I am truly honored to

be called brother, and to all my children, I can only say, you

all were the beginning of the best of me coming forth, because

you gave me a new sense of direction. To the women bore my

children, I thank you for helping me maintain a family unit

among the children and enduring those rough patches along the

way. Last, to my friends, some of which have grown

closer than blood, loyalty is the code we abide under and has

been undeniably on display in those times I needed you most;

I sincerely thank you. So to all of you who have made an impact

on my life, I pray this book will bear a reflection of a man

worthy to be honored in the manner in which you have honored me,

and to my new reading audience, I hope you will find this book

full of the inspiration for which it was written.

Most sincerely,

Andre Doc Lawrence

The author

The Prelude:

Come and Go Love

The person you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep.

Hello, love,

it’s me

calling you to address some things.

But it seems you’re unavailable

while my world’s unstable,

so I guess I’ll just talk to this damn machine.

First, let me take us

back to the start

where our journey begins,

Recalling the bliss

of love anew,

to its presently tragic end.

First contact,

our eyes deadlock,

and not a word did we dare to speak.

It was in that instance

you became my mission

with hopes of making you mine to keep.

With my ambition as fuel,

I pursued with purpose

to have