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Where persistence is a passion, there's Tommy D. Tommy D began writing at the age of 21 through the provocation of hip hop music. And although, by age, he may seem to be a newcomer to the craft, he has been a consistent, strong voice on Hiphoppoetry.com for 2 years now. Listening to Talib Kweli, Mos Def and Lupe Fiasco is what keeps his pen in his notebook; translating hip hop lyrics into stanza's and free verse.
On HHP, Tommy D is a member of the Black Roses as well as a moderator. Graduating from Colgate University in May of 2008, he is the founder of the campuses only poetry group, Poetically Minded.
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The Uncool
by Tommy D.
Copyright: © 2009
Don't come find me
I left you sitting on front stoops
stairs descending into street cement
stepping on cigarette butts because
I was sick of seeing you shine like
it was acceptable to wait and fade
into my memory
dwelling as statues, still
existing only leaving
taking late night walks – somewhere under streetlights
because there was no one
left to visually own you
since no one else saw you differently
from one dimensional sorrowful subjects of sight
sons bathing in light rays off
mirror iris’ reflection
graphic shirt prints “This is that new shit” and
old kids born after the trends been set
I can smell the desire, the demise
of their own odor
they were clean
cut-ting glances past me to the next
Well don’t remember me cuz I’ll be the kid
eaving home at 3a.m. when no one’s around
with ice on my teeth because
conversations about style kept calling cavities
and I just wanted to numb the pain of
castigating tight pants and color confused nikes
of this America
say goodbye to this American
I’m history
put my teeth on the curb and X
me out
Please God
or
whoever is up there,
eclipse the moon
rain clouds blot out these stars
white light has become too bright to see hope
floating like a prayer stated once too many times
purgatorial neglect
lies at the cost of self for
stitched seams
and I just want to rip
the runway with box cutters…
tear that shit apart
so thank you
for that blink,
that second you gave me
and the eternity you left so I can feel
like a ghost and wander
still translucent
unable to
be shined upon.
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