Two Poems, by Kevin E. Hudson

LOVE’S RECIEPE

2 TSPS OF HONESTY,

1 QT OF COMMITMENT,

4 OZ OF FRIENDSHIP,

I CLOVER OF COMPANIONSHIP,

1 LB OF LOVE AND 5 GALLONS OF COMMUNICATION.

PUT ABOVE INGREDIENTS INTO A LARGE HEART, SIMMER FOR 5-10 YRS THEN TURN HEAT UP. ADD A WORTHWHILE MATE, SPRINKLE IN A POUND OF TRUST, A SENSE OF HUMOR, 3 OBTAINABLE GOALS FOR YOUR FUTURE AND 1 MARRIAGE. SERVE PIPPING HOT FOR THE NEXT 30 YRS NEVER LETTING THIS DISH COOL.

SERVING FOR TWO.

TICK TOCK

 

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK GOES THE HANDS OF TIME ON THE CLOCK.

POP POP POP, POP POP POP, POP POP POP GOES THE 17 SHOTS FROM THE GLOCK.

ANOTHER INNOCENT BLACK VITICM IS SHOT.

 I’M NO LONGER SCHOCKED ‘CAUSE THAT’S DAILY ON MY BLOCK.

WHEN AND HOW IS THIS MADNESSS GOING TO STOP?

THE PREACHER SAYS TO OUR KNEES WE SHOULD DROP

WHILE OTHERS SAY THINK OF WHAT OUR ANCESTORS WENT THROUGH WHILE PICKIN CROPS.

BUT I SAY, TEACH  THE YOUNG THAT WHAT THEY SEE AS KEEPIN IT REAL, COOL OR TRUE TO THE HOOD IS NOT.

POP POP POP, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK GOES THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK ANOTHER BLACK INNOCENT VITICM IS SHOT.

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