An Ode to Marvin Gaye

Past this Poetry

I’d stand on the corner of any page
Stiletto strut across any stage
Hold up in a kingPEN’s cage
All for a flow
Go to my lowest low
And swim in a puddle of blood
If it came from within
A pen..
I’d halo sin
Manipulate men
Copulate and blend
Words into their skin
I’d run up and down boulevards
Pass out my v-card
To the highest bidder
Grind words on the curb while the cops yell ‘GO GET HER’
The most requested
That good good, the wettest
Yes, yes the bestest
To slob you down
With the sound
And syllable
Of a rhythmic dribble
I’m a headhunter who gives good brain
Won’t blow the job when it rains
And pours
One who scores
And tops the ratio
With intelligent fellatio
So I roam the streets..
And seek head-cases
Who puts their faces in the right places
Drowning in my moisture deep
While I expertly work my mouthpiece
In sticky situations
My tongue twirls phrases like cunnilingus stimulations
I am the naked truth wrapped in nothing but expression
Leaving spaces on my back for confession
And my middle open for lesson
Teaching.. inking.. leaking upon suggestion
So how do you want me to perform
Want me to swallow your knowledge and spit that shit back out in raw form?
Yes! These are the lips of a working girl, a go-go
I can go fast.. I can go slow
Dizzying your mind, yeah I’m something like a rhyme hoe
And this costs you.. Your ‘writes’

It's Me

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