Haiti; The Lost Boys

A Real Man!

I wrote a poem about just this subject. Enjoy the blog!
A real man
I was told to be a man, a real man, the man the only man
But what is that? 
What is a real man, 
According to fans of rappers and bands real men do anything they want because they can
They’ll drive around in Ferrari’s flashing cash
Dashing stashes and laughing all the way through life
A real man only 1 wife but 1 thousand concubines
Combine that with a egotistic state of mind
And you will find a real man
I’m sure of it
Real men be rocking glocks
Banging shots forcing blocks
Slanging rocks got 50 hoes
A big afro
Stacks of do and 11 toes
Real men have 
Are funny, make money
And Have honeys 
Real men are strong, with big muscles and even bigger ego’s
Real men work 4 hours a week and have four different baby mamas
Real men don’t take anything from anybody, except drugs from dealers,
Money from the government, tickets from cops and lessons from women
Real men believe in God, but only enough to keep them in church 1 a year
And out of hell 
Real men rock big chains and Rolexes 
Still bang their exes
Watch young and the restless
And buy their girls diamond necklaces
Real men are tough, buff drink beer like duff
Never have enough 
And when life gets rough they take a few puffs and unwind
Real men have time but no minds
Real men have enough money to club once a week
but not enough to keep their bastard sons off the street
real men act crazy, are lazy don’t shave and wear braids b
strong like tom Brady but slim like shady
and somehow always manage to get all the ladies
because their real men
Real men show no emotion
Their the calmest in the midst of commotion
Have yachts that cruise all through the ocean
And walk away from explosions in slow motion
Real men are hard, 
Have huge scars show no pain
Have government names
Real men love women, right before sex until they are done and it’s on to the next one
Real men are dogs
Are born princes and kissed into frogs
Real men need to be careful on the path they trod
Because one thing not commonly heard, is a real man Needs God.

~J-Maali

Psalms To A Wife I Wish I Knew

Beauty in its truest form is exponential

Potential seeps out the walls of your destiny

Flexing the spiritual muscles like your sentencing

Me for life in maximum security love

Purity seems to stem from your roots covering your hidden gems

In the soil of your mineral rich garden

Your hair flows like the hanging gardens of Babylon

Your eyes glow like the northern star at night

Guiding my love guiding my spirit to the one true king

Like an angel from heaven sent to calm my storm

Warm hands against mine reminds me of times where rhymes were dropped on playground dimes I’m just a silly boy inside.

Awaiting the breaking and escaping of my youthful Chrysalis for my predestined kin

And you will master this bachelor because you love the prerequisite

And I will thank God because you’ve been made free

I will study the complexities of your mind until I get my PHD

So I can prescribe a love that will be so strong that I its got to be KD

I don’t know you just yet, but I know I’m going to love you so much the time I have with you wont be enough to confess and express my heard beats so hard in my chest for you

So I’m starting now

You substantiate my will to live

Your life is a byproduct of Gods blessing and creativity

And I pray that I will live to see your duplicates duplicates

So I can be perplexed with the amount of natural beauty in your genes

This was a psalm to the wife, I wish I knew.

“My Mind”

She told me she wished every guy had my mind

I said woa..rewind

Let’s take time and examine

Just fathom

I far from a perfect guy

I don’t know why it’s not like I get high but sometimes I’m just out of it

My spirit knows I’m strong but sometimes man I’m doubting it

And I’m strong in my faith but my flesh wants to go without an it

Is so imperfect I find my mind just shouting it

Looking within, getting past perpetual sin,

Knowing it’s a heart issue but it’s not like I can stab it,

Not like I can grab tad and bag all my bad habits

Every man is different

And wonderfully made

Some are dark in the sun and some light in the shade

So before you assume there not like me I pray

That you give men another chance because some might be OK

I’m honestly sick of girls who date

And wonder why all they experience is hate

Yes rejection and cheating should be a regular occurrence

Because intimacy without covenant is like a car without insurance

All the perks of marriage without the commitment

And I’m not talking sinners man I’m talking Christians

we always try to say were in this world not of it

that can’t be true when your light is off and you know you love it

stop pretending like your defending

the time for lies is ending

stop sitting start standing out because you are just blending

and think about it, what message are you sending?

That your salvation isn’t yours and Jesus is just lending?

Don’t come at me with your only God can judge me mind set

Don’t know about your word but I know mine says

If God were to judge you you’d be burning under ground

Why the heck do you think he sent Jesus down?

So with humility and strength I bow because I am not worthy

I thank God every day because he showed us true mercy

He chose not to hurt me

Chose to preserve me

And after all my sinning Jesus bend down and served me

So maybe my minds a little different iight?

All I gotta say is follow me as I follow Christ!

I am eager to serve.

This Christmas was amazing. I had a different mindset going into this Christmas season. I remember being so excited about Christmas and all that it brought. As a child I was conditioned to believe that Christmas was about toys and getting what you want while finding little time to be nice to people. I remember anticipating Christmas for months to come. I remember counting down the days until Christmas when December started with those chocolate calendars. Christmas was about fun. I'm 17 now and this year Christmas was very different for me. I admit I was a very philosophical child. Somewhere I understood that Christmas was not about all of that. But I didn't fully understand what it was about. 2010 was a year of character refining and soul searching for me. I was in a continual state of introspective reflection. And through all of that self examination I tried very hard to examine my motives for thing that I invested my time into. Christmas slowly turned from a celebration off gifts to a swift reality Check. After all Christmas is about celebrating the gift, life and ministry of Jesus Christ. And Jesus had a will for his followers; to love each other like we I've ourselves and love God above anybody else. I took this holiday season to find think about what my life meant in the bigger picture. I had the best Christmas of my life because I took the time and effort to simply give. It was an amazing experience and I can finally say that I know what Christmas is supposed to be about.