Ghetto Depot ( Neo Soul Poetry )
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
As I have taken a nap on style
And the hood of Schlitter Bahn Park
Water thoughts has a security of and identity
Theft speed chase.
The city of anger of lullaby destruction
Is a supplement of literacy miscommunication of
I, the people. Are we the sea of draught? Or have we
Lost the curious count and got lost in a world where no one
Knows when to put the lights out on knowledge word soul
And let turmoil of past be fuel burning gas or a gesture by past.
May I laugh,
Loudly to the downy
Part of resurrection of dear world
I am far from soft
And the loft area I live in
Is the sin of being brown skin shackle
Border line tackled with snapping fingers just,
Crackling,
Ejaculating,
Open up please!
The deeds of words I bleed
Is sneezing tissue of lets address
The issue of I am classified
News paper neo ghetto
With a mentality of a male fellow
With duck your head low
Because I’ve come prepared to
Throw word elbows and step
On the weakling toes of I am prose.
When I speak soul its from the
Blood line of Herbert Lee
And I will be bumping soul
Until it kills me but I am
The meningitis of silence to
Why my sister of beautiful soul
Or Why my brother of African
Built bones let the silent color
Clone you and you smile and condone
In this fucked up zone as its over with and done?
They hung you then and there’re tapping on
Your virgin ass right now but I plow
In raw anger and chain feelings with verbal saw.
And I sweet up you little weak minded bitches with Cole slaw
And stir you in tar destruction because my mustard
Is limited and I been tight flow since way back. So
I will save you the embarrassment and
walk off the stage of your mind with my hat tilted
To the back.
Neo Soul Poetry Artist
Julia L. Clark
© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserved
Adding your comment:
I enjoyed every line of this piece; I definitely need to read more of your work!!
Now this is what's up, Love 
the ending was tha BOMB 
