A Spoken word artist who has something to say. (And you should listen) His literary works have been celebrated around the world. Below is an extremely small selection of his work. I hope you find him enlightening and inspiring. (A Bit of Advice: Share the Poems Aura Number 1 and Aura Number 2 with your significant other. She may thank you for it later …… If you are lucky!)

Market for Niggas

Link:https://youtu.be/uGTq14aX2bk?si=-k-nyNGQ20S1t7zl

Ya’ll should buy my CD because I used to sell crack
Ya’ll should buy my CD because I got shot three times,
did a three-to-nine and all that
See, there’s a market for niggas
There’s a market for niggas that target figures and purchase $100,000 jewelry
And, $200,000 automobiles don’t fool me
I know pain when I see it
And he would probably give it all away if he hadn’t signed his life away/
just to realize that a million dollars was a small price for them to pay/
for his dignity
And I suppose if I earnt a hundred-thousand dollars a show/
that had already been spent on security, entourage, groupies, and blow/
it wouldn’t be so sweet
And I hope that Dead Presidents and Talib Kwali realize/
that it’s not that black people don’t like positivity/
It’s simply that we often don’t have the disposable income to purchase tons of/ CDs
But, little-rich-white kids buy CDs ten at a time
And the more ignorant the nigga,/
the more they get to piss off their moms
So, if the song calls his mother or sister a bitch/
or says he’s willing to kill his brother in order to get rich/
it just makes it even better
The bigger the monkey, the bigger the money
Just, throw cash at her–watch her take off her dress
Just, throw cash at him–watch him expose his chest
Somewhere y’all, right now there’s a prostitute a prostitute sniffing blow/
in order to take her mind off the way she makes her living
Somewhere y’all, right now there’s a rapper sniffing blow/
in order to take his mind off of how he makes his living
But, but there’s a market for niggas
And, and spoken word is the shit, but poems don’t buy big homes
and poems don’t light up wrists
and it might be nice to make all y’all jealous of my bank account
but what’s more important, is that my mother’s respect is priceless
And it used to be,/
back in the days when you could cover your face with blackface and red lipstick
And black people would hate you but you would surely get rich
Just take a picture pokin’ out your lips and eatin’ watermelon,/
that would guarantee your show was sellin’
But nowadays, if your effectively rappin’ about gun clappin’ or the black man/
say no more nigga–you platinum
With half a dozen racist billionaires ready to back em’
Y’all tell me how that city different then back then
And, the more he shows his jaws
the more he gets applause
And that he’s willing to play the role of society’s savage
Then society will make him a star
Because there’s a market for niggas
Just, just write some bullshit
There’s money to be made in convincing black people/
that Jill Scott does not exist
Because if a young girl doesn’t know she’s golden,/
she won’t allow herself to be called no bitch
Then–it’s only common sense that,/
if you take away her self-confidence,/
she’ll believe that droppin’ it like it’s hot for a soldier, is an accomplishment
And, if it will increase a young man’s chance of going to jail, they’ll promote/ it
I guarantee everybody, right now $1000, that your record will sell/
as long as it sounds like Willie Lynch wrote it
Just, focus on being a stereotype, like/
you wake up every morning dying to fight
Just, just snappin’ pictures of stackin’ riches/
and clappin’ triggers, and slappin’ bitches
You wanna get this started,/
fuck your pride nigga–just act retarded
You think I’m playing, as long as white folk got money
There will be a market, for niggas

Aura Number One

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BkMwF-QtJw

The next time I want to tell you, “I love you,”
I won’t.
I’m gonna show you
my appreciation for all of the things you go through.
Cause life is hell .
and baby girl you just wear lt so well,
and every time we make love,
it be like godspell.
And afterwards,
I love to watch you sleep in all that peace
and think to myself,
“With you by my side,
how could I fail?”
I wanna make this world jealous through you.
Starting with the people in your office.
Wanna make them feel awkward
from all the chivalry,
all the lunch dates
and flower deliveries
and in this world
where so many people
live in fear and misery,
I just want you to feel
protected.
So how can I not make a career
out of year after year, after year
of showing you
the unexpected;
that way
no matter how hard your work day,
and no matter how hectic,
when you come home,
I got your favorite record ..
I got you rubbed down and relaxed
in a bubble bath naked,
and when all you feel is wetness
outside and in,
I’m gonna lift you,
cause I got you.
So how could I not do
whatever it takes to make you
this world’s example
of how a real woman should be treated
and cause you to moan my name
until you can no longer repeat it.
And, you can fight back that climax all you want
but eventually you’ll be defeated
and walk away in such a way
that’ll make your girlfriends wish
they were in on our secret.
And, I sure hope your girls have a strong self concept,
cause I’m gonna love you
until their entire life situation seems inept.
They ain’t never had relations
with a conversation this in-depth;
never had a man
who could augment their education
and still transcend sex.
And I’m now, and I’m yours,
and I’m here in the flesh.
And I suggest you watch your step,
cause there’s some real things ‘agwan
in the direction that you’re steppin’.
And in this world of women
who just want to be loved,
I’m about to make you
a legend!

Aura Number Two: Withdrawal

Link: https://youtu.be/r1ceKPSjV0M?si=uVSL5yivtbD1UWXW

It’s like I’m going through withdrawal.
Like I see murals of your face
on my hotel room wall.
Place calls to you in my sleep
asking if you would share my dreams.
Anywhere I’ve seen
another attractive woman
something makes me miss you more
as if it was possible.
On airplanes, I have optical issues
where clouds, landscapes
and other visuals
all seem to take the shape of your form.
And every morning
that I don’t get to see you wake up,
take off that night gown,
get dressed,
and put on your make-up,
it’s like rm doing a bid.
Like I ain’t seen your sexy ass
in twenty-five years
to life.
That’s why I love you ’til you fall asleep
and still wake you right back up every night.
If you ain’t walkin’ wrong
I ain’t right.
I’m the competitive type.
I need your story to be
the best in the room,
the sexiest in the country.
I want you to want me
every time you close your eyes
so whenever you blink
you think I’m on the rise.
Anytime somebody ask you about your man
you automatically have flashbacks
to moans, screams and cries.
It’s like we’re physically,
spiritually, and mentally compatible
like I was born to be your husband
my mother raised her sons to be ’bout it.
Got a few economic issues?
I got it.
Got a dinner party at work?
I’m suited up and well versed
in every topic.
We in the hood?
I got conflict resolutions
and solutions
and attitude adjustments
I get so rough when the woman I’m lovin’ is stressed.
Whether we’re in the street
or in the bedroom
I’m obsessed
with making you feel blessed.
Want my picture on your desk
to make you feel wet
’til you have to turn off your computer screen
to catch your breath,
close your eyes
and start to flex.
Want it so that four hours of another man’s best head
will make you feel much less
than if l simply suggest
that we go to bed.
Everybody, trying to talk to you
but you ain’t heard shit they said.
Baby, I’m going through withdrawal
like I should have tracks
at least from my tears.
Every thing seem so clear
when I’m near you
I appear to
have the best reason to live.
Like you’re itching in my veins
and aching in my ribs.
Something’s gotta give!
Baby I miss you.
When I kiss you I inhale.
When I sniff you I catch a spell.
You got it all
and you’re totally unleavable
cause without you
I withdrawal.