I actually forgot to post this a while back. It's a slam poem, so it's probably better to HEAR it than read it and i've edited the profanity (i guess you could call it, the radio version lol)...Oh well here it is:

Valentines Day Slam

Baby,
Ima lean reaaaal close,
And whisper in your ear….
Cause all Ive got to say is…

Eff Valentines day.
Eff the flowers, the roses,
Kisses on noses,
Love letters by the doses,
It stinks like halitosis.
And too often, these hoes just,
Suck it up like osmosis.
I think its atrocious –-

That you need a time,
A reason,
A particular season
To tell me you love me.
And I sayyy
Why cant you love me everyday?
All I want you to do is show me in everyway.

But when posin that question,
I lack my disgression
And really what im sayin is:
Lie to me,
Tell me all the things I want to hear,
Like you love me,
You care,
You noticed I changed my hair,
Or These jeans look good,
(With you in them)
Or You think that we should…
Flirt with the fires of our warm embraces
Until the oxygen of our breathing causes chemical stasis
But in all actuality that’s only one phase of this,
Because you and i…
Aint ish to each other.
When we talking to our friends we keep dissing each other.
Cause I know on my end, never caught missin a brother.
Fallin head over heels for u, upsettin my mother,
When while im thinking of you, you probably kissin another.

I don’t have to sit
And pretend that you’re it
by putting up with your ish
Because im not, that chick.

See, I refuse, to be caught up in fairytales and lullabyes,
Because love, trust, and monogamy ,
Like santa clause,the toothfairy, and those kind of things
Are of the past.
Memories and dreams that shouldn’t last,
Once you’ve passed,
The age of seven.

See there were Two hearts beating,
My heart bleeding,
Your heart leaving,
Now im screaming.. “eff you” all of you..
Cause I put all of me
Into everything
every situation, with patience, I waited
gambling,
but never again will I let loves chips stack
Cant get into loving somebody like that
Cause I mess around and take a risk, not getting it back.
It’s a fact,
Roger that?
As I whisper in your ear,
And let you know that—

Love doesn’t exist.
Please, just let my words stick,
Soak them into your being,
Get them under your skin,
Like melanin.
And then…
Maybe you’ll answer my call,
Console my cries,
convince me to try,
to believe again.
Convert me,
Like an atheist turned to Christianity,
Like a muslim or Buddhist,
Give me no choice but to choose—this.
Us.
And instead of using your charm to make me blush,
Step up to the plate, and be a man, start making me trust.

That’s it.
That’s all I want.
Someone to prove to me,
That what I believe about love isn’t true, you see.