Skoold

To the gentlemen who think they are extremely educated

About what the gentle woman wants

You think your kisses and your touches are so soft and cool

But you're a high school dropout

So let's enroll your ass in night school.

Forget the Golden Rule

And yes, rules were made to be broken

But you learn the rules so you can learn to break them properly

So Rule #1:

Respect the woman.

Rule #2: Don't forget Rule #1.

You may say that you and I are gonna have some fun

But before you think of coming near me
with that thumb

Ask yourself: Would you want that?

I mean reverse Beyonce -- If u were a girl

And you had a sensitive, flexible,

soft, delicate, blossoming vahina

And I, being man, proceeded to soak its roots into too much water,

stomp on its stem and tear its petals up

mas rapida, andale! andale!

You would say, "Mi amor, ay papi, mi amor!"

But inside you'll be thinking, "I'm a whore."

Cuz that's what whores all -- all torn up

I'm not saying a woman doesn't like it rough

But if u ever get the slightest inkling that maybe her
moans are too much

And she says things like, "Ooh baby, your
body's so buff! I just can't get enough!"

Guess what? She fakin

Her earth ur not quakin

You're up to 350, but she's not even bakin

I mean the moves that ur makin

aren't anything close to elation.

If they were, trust me, she'd be whooping and
hollering and giving u a standing ovation

And your fellow man would entrust you

to freely give out your secrets to the nation
Of how u pleasured here, and all her sensations

She came over and over and...

Wake up! You're not in Fantasyland yet!

You're not even allowed there for vacation, fool.

U think you're some love god? Ur about to get skoold.

Rule #3: Touch me.

Now I don't mean fuck me,
suck me, bump me, twist me or bite

We'll talk about all that a bit later tonight

But for now, I want to be touched so damn light

That I can't tell if it's you or a breeze in the night

If u want to do right by me, here comes Rule #4:

Don't stop the light touching until I'm writhing,
panting, whining and begging for more

But boy, this is no time to run in and score

Like a lockpicker who hears the first pin

click into place

If you jam in the key, it's a big mistake.

And far be it from me to give you the full combination

I'm just giving you pointers to alleviate your frustration.

Did I say your frustration?

I meant, my frustration.

If you're angry or pouty, thinking I've gone and beat your ego up

Too bad. The streets are cold. That's why we turn the heat up.

AIDS (Written for SaYes2Poetry's Speak Up and Speak Out) (1st revision)

This epidemic is like taking a sedative
Millions are dying, have died, repetitive
We are the cynics, the blowhards, the critics
Ignoring the carnage until we're the victims
We wait, count backwards, 100 to one
Till the drug takes effect, then sleep will come
Dreams aren't for everyone, not if you're poor
Or black, or young, or your country's at war
The nations of Africa fighting for life
Just like our neighbors next door
While we lie awake at night
Bribing sleep for one hour more
That's what intentions are for
Never you mind all the killing and dying
Never you mind all the orphaned kids crying
Never you mind the people you meet
Getting thinner and older and weaker each week
Just sweep it under the rug and pretend
It's not really happening, it will all end
We can't know the cost and we can't comprehend
So we take a pill, no time to spend
For once in our lives we should take a stand
For once, be humble and lend a hand
Don't say, "I can't, it's too much to do."
What if the crisis mattered to you?

Don't Preach

You believe u r to blame
You, and u alone, r 2 blame
U hold it in, all ur pain
U don't confess, u don't explain
All those reasons validating ur brain
Cannot reason with the shame
That's put upon u by the men
Cuz it'll never have to be them
And the women who say they care
But they don't know, cuz they weren't there
It's only u, and u alone
Who took the test, and dialed the phone
Who cursed protection she thought was safe
For an act she thought was her escape
Now that she knows, it's far too late
Now she's scheduled a different date
She can't be something she knows she's not
The lonely woman time forgot
The girl who had it all, and lost
Renegade seedling before the frost
She takes a stand for her future self
Refuses to put her dreams on a dusty shelf
No time for relief, emotions drain
She'll always feel society's shame.

Lettered

Some things just can't be said
But the words still tumble round and round in my head
And as they're spinning, they break apart
And the broken-up words fall down to my heart
And since I got no words left to tell it
I guess I'll just take the letters and spell it.

Y R U
still on my mind?
I've tried to push your words back so they're hard to find
But O M G
it's plain to C
They're not very well hidden, and still doin damage to me
So L O L
I keep making jokes
To push the pain aside from those words we spoke
To the laughter, that bondage is who I M
And I'll B O K in the interim

Y M I
still kicking myself
for something I swore I put up on the shelf?
Y is it so hard 2 let go
I M feeling very small even tho
I M A phenomenal girl
I still let U give me A whirl
But Y? When I think back, U R not the best
And that's what I learned
from this spelling test.
32 letters that I wrote 2 U
Cuz the words don't say as much as they do.

B What U Can't B

Sometimes you're the eyes and ears, when u can't hear or see
Sometimes u gotta shout louder, when u can't breathe
Sometimes u gotta be things u think u can't be
Just so u can stand up and declare urself free
It's funny that the people we love will tell us no
Ridicule our dreams, telling us to stop, we'll never go
Just so u know, those same people can strengthen the flow
Those are the same people saying I'll never make it
Just settle down, they say, and be complacent
But adjacent to those voices is a voice all my own
Saying, "Amz, u own the whole world, baby you're grown,"
Take them all with grains of salt, they piss and moan
Cause they look forward to Percaset and methadone
A dead-end job, and babies at home
Gossip all day long on the goddamn phone
And I feel so alone
Cuz once I was told that's all there is for me
Thank my stars I'm trying to live past that infinity
Cuz what I see is a new life
And I can see it from here, standing underneath the street light
Nobody thought little old me would ever get the beat right
But everyone can see how
I've come into my own now
Forget about the old crowd
I'm standing on my own now
I don't need haters no how
I'm giving em a beat down
And then I'll come to your town
And show you how it goes down
Cuz nothing or nobody is keeping me from being
You can take away my eyes, it won't keep me from seeing
You can stop my heart, it won't keep it from beating
So never mind what they say
Cuz while they fail, I'm achieving.

When You're Down

When you're down to your very last dime, it's a sign of the times
When you can't pay your bills on time, it's a sign of the times
When you're standing in the back of the bread line, it's a sign of the times
When you're pretending the men on TV will make everything fine,
it's a sign of the times
The Times is telling you the truth, you dismiss it as lies
They're trying, from old through the youth, and you criticize
The people admitting they don't know are really the wise
The ones standing on the street corners have stars in their eyes
It's hard to have faith when faith has become so vindictive
If you want to believe something, it better not be contradicted
One god, one religion, one brain, hate the rest, so predictive
It's bigotry, not the army, into which we're conscripted
To think for yourself is a freedom no longer allowed
"Freedom is not free," is the inanity some have espoused
They're right, we're having to fight our own ways through the crowd
Just to regain the freedoms our own Constitution endowed.
I remember how my ancestors came to this nation
As poor foreigners, those who would give the U.S. an ovation
For letting them try their luck here, so try contemplation
Before you decry the evils of mass immigration
We're not given hope, we're not given pain
Those are the things we can lose or gain
The darkness we feel will begin to wane
When we realize the cycles are always the same
Who can say whether this life is all we have left?
But before you utter life's last breath
Be sure to make time for your own happiness
Be sure to make time for all the rest.
When you're down, you're not down. Open your mind.
Dig a hole through the ground and continue to shine.

Woman's Worth

They've always been trying to limit her
But from the days of World War 2 and Rosie the Riveter
To the day when a woman could be President
We have shown that a woman's worth can be well spent.

They may try always to keep her down
But from the days when Lucy showed that women can clown
To the day Tina Fey's the hottest act around
We have shown serious women do not always frown.

They may always tell a woman "no."
But from the women raising babies on Cheerios
To the women running companies as CEOs
We need to show em what a woman's worth. Make em know.

But tell em, though, we aren't like you
Don't treat us like one of the guys, or call us "dude."
We've paid our dues, after all these years, it's true
But we are still not getting compensated the same as you.

78 cents to the dollar, girls are guaranteed from birth
78 cents to the dollar, for living and working the same earth
Looking at our history, that disparity hurts
I guess 78 cents to the dollar is just a woman's worth.

$$$$$$

It never bothered me to hear about Wall Street decline
Talk of mergers, foreclosures
You'd think it was all over
But just cuz you're down to your very last dime
And that money machine's slower
No need for the four-leaf clover
Cuz having money doesn't mean it's mine
You heard me, having money doesn't mean it's yours
It's like air, you breathe it in and then it goes out the door
Can't save it, or find it underneath the floor boards
Take it when you need it, but remember it's not yours to keep
So don't weep, and don't lose any more sleep
Over these paper chains that try to bind
The minute you assert that paper is mine
They say health is one letter away from wealth,
so let's move along those lines.
Have is one letter away from hate
Material needs two letters to become immaterial
I don't mean this poem to sound spiritual
But if a camel can't pass through the eye of a needle

Then it's clear I don't need bondage in your paper chains
This money in, money out got us all insane
But if breathing in, breathing out don't much bother our brains
Then don't worry bout money, I'll say it again
It's very clear I don't need bondage in your paper chains
This money in, money out got us all insane
But breathing in, breathing out don't much bother my brain
So don't worry bout money
Set it all aflame

Some people dream of money falling down from the sky
Thanking their lucky stars, but you need to ask why
Why is it we're all slaves to the rye?
The government gave us money so that freedom
wouldn't open our eyes
It's only when you're not beaten by the dough that you rise.
It's not the size of the wallet that counts
It's the sense of justice, energy and freedom in large amounts
Get that fist out your purse and throw it in the air
Curse the societal urges that put it there
And ask those people making money without a care
Why their shackles so tight they can't bear

It's very clear I don't need bondage in your paper chains
This money in, money out got us all insane
But breathing in, breathing out don't much bother my brain
So don't worry bout money, I'll say it again
It's very clear I don't need bondage in your paper chains
This money in, money out got us all insane
But breathing in, breathing out don't much bother my brain
So don't worry bout money
Set it all aflame

I'm very aware burning money is a federal crime
And inciting riots with my words could get me some prison time
If you decide to report me, and they haul me to jail
I'll gladly pay bail
Just to continue to wail
These creditors sound so highfalutin
They turn problems into debt solutions
But these excuses are useless
Ignoring the real problems of society
Just for fame, wealth and notoriety
I want variety
Gimme fresh air, grass, a path to walk
Tomatoes fresh off the vine, corn off the stalk
It's all talk, they say, that old adage
Oh really? Tell me how our ancestors managed
They didn't have dead presidents always staring in their face
Making em think they got the most, so they won the race
What a disgrace we've become
Pathetic human race under the sun
Quick as we're rich, then we think we've won
And if we're poor, we're done
But I've come too far to believe the fun stops
Once the last dollar bill drops
So I say, put your money in the fire
The resulting blissful feelings will take you higher
Watch them dollars burn and pop
Oops, here come the cops.

Superficial Ppl

These superficial ppl look at me
And walk away like I got a communicable disease
They dismiss me very easily, an ability
Not lost on me walkin by
If they look me in the eye then they might see more
Past the messy mop of hair and my bare feet on the floor
Past the stickers on my car, and the beads on my door
There's other possibilities beyond trying to settle the score
The word hippie's just a label that's affixed
By the ones who think those unlike them should not exist
Even if you think you're different, they say just assimilate
If you stop loving yourself, then you start to learn to love to hate
Then you start to call us out, while we're walking down the street
Just because we nod our heads to an unfamiliar beat
What do they see? The person, the poet, the hair, the clothes...
I guess I'll never know.

The Golden Rule (written for UNI's Close-Up on Diversity)

The teachers always told us, when we were in school:
"Remember the Golden Rule."
Don't treat others cruel
In fact, treat em as good as u treat yourself
But once we're in the world, we see it put up on a shelf
There's some people who get no help
No consideration
In what's supposed to be the most diverse nation
Apparently, the prevalent Golden Rule line
is to only help out if your skin looks like mine
provided we don't cross the socioeconomic divide
and I don't have to get down off this high horse I'm astride
Here's what they should have taught us in the schools:
"Whoever has the gold, makes all the rules."