The Never Ending Story: 50 Poems

By Monet Thompson

The Never Ending Story is a collection of 50 poems inspired by the tumultuous lifestyle of its author. Monet Thompson examines several gems of wisdom through experience and entertains myriad facets of them in each of these poems. As a longtime rapper she discovered long ago to turn her pain into humor and works that would seek to entertain and educate its listener. The Never Ending Story is the precursor to the public display of that journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664182660

Monet Thompson

Monet Thompson goes by the stage name "The M.O." She began writing poetry at eleven. Listening to and being influenced by the rap music of the eighties and nineties in northeast Baltimore, Maryland, she obtained her first job at fourteen and has been independent ever since. Irma’s Gun is loosely based on true events and her life story.

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The M.O.

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Where the fuck did you come from?

And why you got all that shit?

I mean we all got layers

big time celebrities

with hits

musical

do a variety of things

behind the scenes

but out front

all you see

is what’s gonna make me a star

you are

modus operandi

we love you

and will follow you

into infinity

not to abandon

our family and friends

just want to make this right

just want you to finally get in

you represent our struggle

they treated us poorly

took advantage of goodwill

left us feeling like our donation

was the product of a fool

not cool

fuck that

Imma jack you

slip right into your outfit

you need to know who rules

now that’s how we do

we thuggin’ my nigga

go ahead get your figures

just make sure

you don’t pass me

outshine or outlast me

out talk or try to blast me

Am I walking in your shadow?

Or are you shadowing me?

Who really started this shit?

A basic quest for power

money, women, territory, the take over

avarice exponential

fuck your potential

the upper hand is mine

now if I only had a brain

wouldn’t need to take my time

or take your time

I’d move with a swiftness

now if I only had a heart

I’d make you feel the way I do

empathize

get into your soul

analyze my struggle

now it’s all about me

my skin is the toughest

so nigga you owe me

been running your shit

since before you was born

What’s wrong?

Can’t you trust

that I’ll do you justice?

Want really bad to do you

but would have no one to follow

Boo Boo you got that shit

and I must admit

your magic got me mesmerized

desire to be you super sized

dancing with sleeping giants

she hailed through canals

you circumcised

forever pent

money lent

circumvent

succumb

your circumstance dumb

they the ones

holding you down

making it hard for you

while you out on the strip

screaming how it’s racism

white folk is making you pay

for how you living

that shit don’t make no sense

I’m the one they trust

I’m the one who run shit

who do what she wants

that’s the M.O.

Shit been that way

for like ever

in the US round the world

in galaxies past the stars

I rub elbows

am Venus

but strong enough to be Mars

what you want from a nigga?

just let me do what I been doing

I get rewarded all day

so I’ve learned

I’m right

why when I cross this bitch

they talking bout it’s goodnight?

That shit don’t make no sense

you gon cave like they do

be brave is not you

I been watching you

for like ever

cower in your seat

incomplete

so afraid of the come up

of possibilities

ironically mannish

so I’ll take advantage

it’s an opening

with you

the loss must be provoked

wouldn’t be doing this shit

if I really didn’t think

I could win

I get rewarded all day

talking bout how I flow

so how the fuck is it

that I’m the one

who don’t know?

that shit don’t make no sense

but baby that’s the M.O.

The Anxiety

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I’m so afraid

so scared

lately been compared

what once was a pass

now got me under a microscope

I’m out on a limb

and still got a little hope

cause I’ve got you surrounded

in all your splendor grounded

I found it

I did it

I’m the one

I’m winning

damn near discovered

the cure for cancer

in the darkness

just a dancer

nothing to it

got a whole crew

that helps me do it

and the ability to take

each and every one of yours

stay alone

stay home

stay disconnected

cause COVID 19 done disrespected

shut the whole world down

so you can do your shit

lose your job

get robbed

never touch nobody

please don mask

and let me water down your body

these germs run rampant

it’s only a little sexy

bitch I got that too

so I’ll do what you do

just saying what I know

just saying how it go

got me nervous

never beat

always taught to compete

I’m a winner

and wherever I go

they represent me

I can feel my destination

looming

way past assuming

way past grooming

I’m going all in

in the mirror with doubts

trying to figure it out

Is there something

wrong with me?

Am I pretty enough?

Is my waistline out of line with

what makes her so tough?

I was nurtured and groomed

to come and get you

she said

This is my house. Now you got to get out!

The lady that carried you that way

only encouraged me

what should they think?

Who do you possibly have

who can help you?

Yeah I know you’re strong and all that

but the cards

that were dealt you

can’t help you

and in this game of life

there’s not too many do overs

as soon as you give birth

Imma take you over

bulldoze you

your fate

will be mine forever

for the bloodline is mine

now that your bullshit is weathered

like a feather

I’ll float from the sky to land softly

hands shaking at the prospect

that this bullet could off me

while I’m holding the gun

I know’s about to backfire

came too far to turn back

it’s forward till I expire

although I feel it

I have to trust

what brought me fame

I think I’m gonna go

with the creation of my name

don’t miss your chance

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