I want A Sunday Kind of Love

I want a Sunday Kind of Love
A love to last past Saturday night

And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love that will that make you

Cry as you climax and shiver

When think about you think about him filling you up
with every piece of his being.

I want a type of love that will

Make me forget that I

Had other penis before you

Make me forget that I was

Was in love before you

I want a love that is mine.

Kissing me on my neck

Can't wait to get home to sink

Your nose in my bosom

And sneak in a boob touch kind of love.

A "you're so beautiful,
you deserve to be worshipped" kind of love--

A love to last past Saturday night

Skip past Saturday night fun

I want the Sunday fun days and

The fucking in cars...
The let's make a movie
Then smoke cigars kind of love.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a romantic.
But fuck me though

And I love a sweet touch

But choke me though

You know,

A Sunday kind of love.

A Netflix and chill and a big

Cup of koolaid kind of love,

A "Baby, let's go again" kind of love

A "Damn, Baby give me a minute

I got a cramp in my leg" kind of love.

I want a lifetime movie watching

Outside cleaning the cars

Picking out baby names

Cursing yo ass out cause you

Don't Do Shit kind of love.

I want showers with back scrubs

Shoulder and booty rubs

I want a hood kind of love--

Like a sweet ass chilli bear

On a hot ass day kind of love.

A vulgar, unfiltered, butt ass naked

Kind of love. A Sunday kind of love.

Can you  get out my face

And trust my good grace

Give me some space

A video games and head kind of love

A spiritual kind of love

Collard green and cornbread

And mac and cheese kind of love.

A "Can I get seconds?" kind of love.

Not a Monday kind of love

Your kind of love

I Thought I Wanted A Son

I thought I wanted a son,
and wanted him to be gay--
but with his limited freedom
that all changed one day.


While many years has passed since
we became "free,"
my son will have black skin like mine;
he will have to fight be equal,
and that scares the hell out of me.


I want my son to be everything
the "Founding Fathers" fought for
the white man.

Not shot. Not choked.
Not jacked up on coke,
Not scared and in jail.
Not hustling on the streets.
Not dehumanized in the country we call home.
Not targeted and feared.
Not dead.


I thought I wanted my son to be gay,
but I take that back.
My son can be anything in the world,
But I cant stop him from being black.