Still a poet

I am a poet.
Put inflection in my voice
To give direction to my thoughts
An admirer of pleasure
Or perhaps just a thrill seeker
Having a mic in my hand
Is like putting a dick in urs...

Put that last line on pause
Cause rather male or female
We all know what is needed...
Spit...
Moan and release it
Let it develop like a fetus
And then ...
Don't
Touch
Me...
Sit back and listen
To the response that is given
That silence...
Misunderstood like it's science
But it -
Defines the person that stands before u now.
See, I am a poet
Just like talaam acey
I vocalize thoughts that I see
Comparing life to your tits
Lyrical frequencies to your clit
You see
This me that I be
Can be described and contained in a simple word
Poet
Bust words on the mic and then leave
U
Speechless


©KLH 2011

"Sentencing," from The Makings of a Man

One hundred hours of community service, $256, and a felony assault on a female is what it cost me to break the strong hold Lady held on me.  My court appointed lawyer felt like it was a charge that would be simpler for me to accept rather than continue the heartache and drama associated with it all.  

The female judge could have cared less what my side of the story was unless I had a witness.  Ironically, I had a witness on my two previous visits to the courthouse to stand this so called trial.  Babygirl had seen all of the events that transpired and could have allowed me to walk away without any repercussions.  Once again, I allowed my ignorance to play me for a fool and figured Lady would once again choose not to show up and allow the case to be dismissed.  I couldn’t have been more mistaken.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” the judge told me after hearing the fabricated tale of how I pushed Lady down a flight of stairs and threatened her repeatedly at knifepoint.  I could only stare at my lawyer and wonder how long he would allow this onslaught to continue.  It’s a wonder why so many of today’s youth get caught up in the judicial system. 

Women have a tremendously unfair advantage when it comes to issues of assault.  You see, in North Carolina, or most states for that matter, regardless of what truly may have happened, a women need only to say something happened then the burden of proof falls on the man to prove his innocence.  Not a task easily accomplished unless you have a witness, and at this moment in time, with all the hurt, disappointment and anger I felt, I was alone.  I was the angry black man who had attacked the “weaker” sex, at least in the court's eyes.

The true story is ironic in and of itself.  I admit I have always had a bit of a temper since childhood.  But I have always believed and stood by the fact I would never and have never laid a hand on a woman.  I believe it to be an act of cowards and those harboring low self-esteem.  But I admit that I was angry....

(To be continued) 

Obsessed

I imagine ur lips in places I'm sure they've ventured before
And it only makes me want u a little more than before
It's hard to ignore...

This feeling of u
I have an oral fascination that needs to be addressed
One that only ur lips will do to satisfy this request

And yet, here I sit
Life's as hard as it can get
And ur nowhere to be found

This thought is to profound
And I'm feeling overwhelmed
But I can wait...

For ur lips to introduce themselves to my passion
For ur mouth to breathe life into my desire
For ur tongue to stimulate my imaginations

Blow my mind

Take me away from thoughts of regret in this place
Take ur time and enjoy, choose a suitable pace
Dont rush...

Just perfect it
And allow my manhood to become erected

As far as payback...

Well, u reap what u sow
And I speak rather eloquently, in case u didn't know

U won't regret this...
This fetish,
It's reciprocal by nature
And I understand it's not a typical favor
That I ask
But this task...
It simply needs to be done
We'll both enjoy results from this intimate one on one


©KLH 2011

An Untitled Work by LaToya Hill

Sounds of seduction
Sexual erruptions
Bodies tussling between sheets
Moans….
Deep breaths
Soft caress
Gentle kisses between one’s thighs
Eyes closed
Allowing imagination to run free
Complete darkness
No need for illumination
Internal vibrations
Sends body into shock
Pulses quicken
Air thickens
As if lungs are collasping
Gasping…
Positions switch like flashes of lightening
Juices overflow like rivers to dams
“Right there” is shouted
As penetration goes in and out
Drip….
Drop….
Completely dry now
Time to retire
Tomorrow night, another round……

© LaToya Hill