My woman
The most intelligent of them all
Knows how to treat her man
Won’t just talk but actually call
My woman, with beauty able to draw eyes
Skin so silky smooth it is hard to keep my hands off her
Allows kindness to graced upon her
Without taking advantage
My woman reveals her feelings
Reversibly able to listen
Loves before receiving
Inside and out
I will always love my black woman. by Shane Byron
Poetry 2.5 Hours Away
Its like talking to a friend you haven’t seen for years
You still connect,
Communicate to each other with no fears.
It’s unlike a real relationship in retrospect
You don’t see each other’s expressions
But some how feel future passions.
Faces each haven’t seen
Exchange of voices incoherent.
True this can start a scene
Of being ignorant
Meeting someone over the internet.
Both of you are grown
Though not living on there own.
You are strangers
With some similarities
Concerning anger
About ex’s past responsibilities.
To keep from anyone getting hurt
There is a need for a strong friendship to start
For this all to work
And no one will end up loosing a heart. By Shane Byron
The Game
The time was thought to be coming
Where everyone is treated equally,
Violence ceasing to exist
So mothers can finally stop the morning’
Of their lost children once born
Exiting this earth so unexpectedly
Wondering who is next
To go through another tragedy.
Niggas shooting each other
For what ever reason.
Sistas hoping that we can come together
Forming unity within our nation.
Sellin’ and pimpin’, are the shit we in
Instead of educating ourselves for the new millennium.
Using the talent of persuasion for good
And be able to finally change the hood.
Racial feuding
That is physically, mentally, and spiritually driven.
No justification to stereotyping
And racial profiling
Club owners and Bouncers
Don’t give a f***
If they loose a buck
As long as they get rid of all the colored mother f***ers.
Eyes watching in
Stores, malls, and streets
Brothers wondering what standards to meet.
How are minorities to brake away,
From their chains
When certain people
Somehow seem to continuously be able to change
The game. By Shane Byron
Change of Pace
Are we going to be free?
Clean of racial profiling.
Go in to the jewelry store
Jeweler asks if you can afford that pinkie ring.
Roll out a ball of cash
“He’s a drug dealer!”
Probably true
But why make it so obvious that we do
Giving whites too easy of a chance to hate.
Not just one,
But all of us need to educate
We don’t need some wealthy white wash nigga telling us to change.
Its not the black representatives obligation to start a trend
Maybe a strong young black man must lead us again.
Not for freedom
But for the start of our self respect
Understand our brothers in the struggle
As they knew nothing else
Just trying to make mad dollars
Chill.
My Gangstas no need to be self absorbed
Take care your woman
Luv her as she loves you.
See your kids grow
Don’t do what your pops did to you.
Education my brothas, it is the key
Learn from past mistakes
It will be worth while you’ll see.
The evolution of the black man is upon us
Get your fist up my brothers, The Time Is now! By Shane Byron
People Consciousness
Life is run in stages
Everyone knows we end up going through the same changes
Although some of us die before can hear, understand this notion.
We struggle
Climbing the cooperate ladder
For our social position.
Life as we know it is a game
Some play better than others
Extroverts strive for excellence
Work hard with the love and support of their parents
Introverts lacking the physcological guidance
Hardly in the right mind set
Likely to shoot with no conscience.
Maybe we play to hard
Look at others with no regard
Handle our business with a lack of consciousness. By Shane Byron
Self Induced Terrorism
What makes us able to survive all obstacles?
What gets us to that peak at the top?
What makes them better than us this time?
What makes them think they can disturb our equilibrium?
Slam a plane into a building
Laugh about it
Tape themselves while they do it.
What makes you think that we’ll ever catch him?
Theres truly to many people behind him
Is the whole world a target?
Or is it just the Americans?
Do they have something to do with it?
The United States of America
Top of the food chain
Birth place of the game
Too much emphasis on running everythang
Do they help others unconditionally?
Help willingly?
Is the Middle East a bother?
Full of terrorist
But still instrumental in the Americans survival,
As the undisputed world power.
What if peace finally shone?
Would it hold up?
For how long? By Shane Byron
sUga- LIFE AND TYMES Pt.1
Given name Shane Byron
Struggled with who I was,
Falling to pressures of being someone else
While still being told to be myself.
Raised by my mother,
Family a Surrogate to me
Never thought to be noticed by my father
She created me
In a mental sense,
As she cared for me .
Listened to my issues
Being able to overcome the reality of racism
Dry the water fall tears,
Made a man of me
Able to treat a woman with respect
While battling over if I can trust them.
Cheated on by my second girl
Cheated on my third and fourth.
Trying to understand life
By living it.
Respect all my bredgrine and them
Give ‘em pound
West Indian fo’ life
Even though I haven’t lived there
My vincy pride is in full affect
And nothing but
Not a Jammie, bajan, or a trini
Maybe consider myself granadian.
Waving the triple dia’s,
yellow, green and the blue in the air.
Always hold on to the memory of Grandpa Byron
Also known as gramps,
Lived life to the fullest.
Danced and prayed in his rest
Showering my family with his bless.
I for one am not an unbelievably religious man
I try.
I was told to understand
But I can’t live my life over the pages of a book written by
some man.
I am in control of my own destiny,
If not controlled by the stars.
Everyone has there own beliefs
Don’t be mad at me.
Understand that if u believe in something
I shouldn’t be obligated to believe you as well
But be able to have an open mind on anything.
Love should not be compromised
Still there are obstacles
People bound on religion
Not able to love who they want to love
As color, race, creed come in between.
Love only those who love you
Because those that don’t will hurt u.
Open yourself to communication
So the real you can come through.
By Shane Byron
Enough
My young sista why do u hate so much
Sometimes I consider u a snotty bitch
I’m not good enough fo u
Why u making such a big fuss
Need I be a thug fo us to hitch
U could have a businessman slash poet
But u choose to have a nigga.
A brother that doesn’t care if his girl succeeds
Going to any length to torment her.
I’m not in a hurry
Just wondering what’s the difference?
If I chill wit a white girl
Getting my needs
Do u need a referral
You don’t love me, and now I’m sick.
Sick of waiting for u.
By Shane Byron
Playas’ Best Friend
Stylish and sleek
Even though some are edgy
For the new times
Holding their own
Breaking necks once or twice a week.
Some like to speak
Others keep their peace
Both have a feel for finesse
Always a risk of theft,
With the small chance of replacement.
Make love,
As surfaces connect
Gears shifted
Props when peps give respect
The thrill and exhilaration
Pushing the limits
But keep within boundaries
Forbidden areas detected
Both can take you there
Watch for what is right
Because both can end up taking your life.
By Shane Byron
Earth, Sun and the Moon
Beautiful world
Different color rays
Combine to form this world.
Earth
Shapes, Sizes, and Shades
Races trying to work together
Lack comprehension and compassion.
Sun
Hope, Faith and Life
Starts from the heart
Ends in development of the mind.
Moon
Love, Feel, and Trust
So wipe the tear from your eye
Your questions will be answered soon.
By Shane Byron
Words from My Father
You got it made son
Money, cars and bitches
On top of the world thinking you’re number one
There’s no conscience in you
Think of the brothas that made you
There is importance in remembering
Those that fought before us
Yes you are talented
Can sing and dance
But what happened to your valence?
Keeping grip with reality
Become smart about your money
Live life but keep breath close to the future
Because, your spiritual, physical and mental,
Being is essential,
To making it in life further.
These are words from my father.
By Shane Byron
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