Sex is Good

The words of the wise say sex is
Good
Though when misused & mistreated, you wish sex
Could
Just disappear forever so then sex
Would
Stop torturing your soul, causing people to say that to you, sex is just
Misunderstood
Yea right...
The words of the wise say sex is
Great
When the passion between two people is real not
Fake
When the act is done out of love not
Hate
When it is consensual not...
Rape
The words of the wise say sex is
Pure
Except for when its used to deceive &
Lure
And you should know no sex won't
Cure
All of your relationship woes, nor will it help you
Endure
All of life's blows so...yea
The words of the wise say sex is for married folks
Only
To between those two remain perfect &
Holy
But for most unmarried people to say they're not having sex would be a claim that's
Phony
'Cause its often what they pick up the phone & resort to when they're feeling
Lonely
I think its called a booty call
The words of the wise say sex should be
Magical
Though these days its seen more like Flava Flav would say
Dramatical
And being abstinent is an idea now considered
Radical
Willing to be an outcast?
The words of the wise say sex is
Majestic
Though now-a-days its just
Accepted
Hormones raging, its an opportunity not often
Rejected
A desire taken advantage of so money can be
Collected
You love your man so you're out here working the track
The words of the wise say sex is
Bliss
An act that now takes place without a single tender
Kiss
Niggas easily dispose of females that won't be
Missed
Shorty's been bamboozled so now she's
Pissed
A gift that can never be given back
The words of the wise say sex is good
Though it holds little moral value in my hood
Just lay back & open your legs
There won't be no problems as longs as dude don't have to beg
And if he does, it might be your life
But he still gon' get that pussy by the end of the night
So...
The words of the broken say: Sex...
Is it really good?

What joy is there in the midst of tears
What peace is there in the midst of fear
All that like a river flows within me
Searching for the broader
More open ocean to offer its release
A smile
Precious and rare
Hold to it as it fades
To my silence only do I confess
Words that don't dare cross the barrier of my lips
See me for what I am
Every step made
Followed by a shadow of the past
The eminent threat of death looming
Accompanied by the eminent threat of life
Eyes
Glassy...as if I've been stained
And perhaps I have
Dodging and inescapable truth
Finally caught by the grip of the reality of the situation
To the life of a victim
Do I surrender
Unto death
Do I make myself available
For there is no joy in the midst of tears
And no comfort in the midst of tears
So I'm ready to go when he takes
Perhaps there's nothing left to take
Just a shell
Robbed of a soul
Not even innocence remaining
Remnant statue
And maybe then will I be beautiful
Bold, strong, and polished
Made of the most precious marble
And maybe then will I be treasure
Maybe then will I be treasured
Held in my hands is the uncontainable
The abstract
The precious
The rare
The innocence
The ever fading smile
The silence holding my confessions
Sun blazing in my womb
Killed by the moon
Even the stars weep
Then the sky fades to black
But only my body sleeps
Soul reaching out for what is permanently lost
Something that can never be retrieved
Held
Cherished
Nor loved beyond my imagination
And only does the silence know
All that like a river flows within me