“MEN LIKE ME” by Bill Duke

 

MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEAR
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE WILL DISAPPEAR
SO WE DON’T LET LOVE COME TOO CLOSE TO ME
THUS MY FEELINGS MELT TO MYSTERY
MEN LIKE ME
WERE RAPED AS BABY BOYS
BY WOMEN BABY SITTERS OUR PARENTS TRUSTED WITH THEIR TRUST
AND OUR TOYS
THEY GENTLY UNZIPPED OUR PANTS
WITH PUKE WORDS FILLED WITH PERFUME SNOT
LUST AND ANTS
MADE US FEEL THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH US
WITH OUR FEELINGS OUR CONFUSION OUR FEELINGS OUR FEARS OUR DISGHUST
MEN LIKE ME
SAW MOMAS HEAD SLICED OPEN WITH A LIGHT BULB
CLUCHED IN DADDYS BLOOD STAINED HAND CALLED MARRIAGE
WE FELT MOMAS RAZOR WORDS CUT THE HEART FROM DADDYS CHEST
AND SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE WE HIDE THE REST
OF THE SWEET SWEET CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
OF THOSE EVER PRESENT SUMMERTIMES

THAT SOMEHOW HOLD THE KEYS

TO ALL WE CANNOT RHYME

MEN LIKE ME
WAKE UP HOPING
FOR CHECKS IN THE MAIL
WAKING UP WITH CATHY CLARA OR GAIL
OR ALL THREE LIKE EATING TRAIL MIX STALE
BALANCING MADNESS ANGER RAGE AND BLAME
BALANCING HOPE REJECTION PAIN
TOO LAZY NUMB AND DUMB TO FACE THE SHADOWS FOG AND RAIN
OF ANOTHER COLD UNWELCOMED DAY
PROGRAMED FOR THE JAILTIME STAY
ARE YOU FEELIN ME BRO
NO
LET ME FURTHER EXPLAIN
MEN LIKE ME
CARRY SIGNS ON CORNERS
BEGGING FOR CHANGE TO COME
OR DRESS IN SUITS THAT NEVER FIT
IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO WONDER
THIS FOOL MUST REALLY THINK WERE DUMB
WHERES THAT NIGGER REALLY COMIN FROM
AND WE FEEL IT
BUT ZIP OUR LIPS WITH NOTHING TO SAY
CAUSE WE HAVE MOUNTAINS AND MOUNTAINS OF BILLS TO PAY
FILLED WITH HATE THAT YOU TAKE OUT ON YOU
AND EVERYTHING THAT LOVES YOU TOO
LIKE MY MY MY WHAT AM I GONNA DO
YO MY MAN AM I GETTING THRU
MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEARS
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE WILL DISAPPEAR
MEN LIKE ME
LOVE WOMEN WEVE BETRAYED
DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TRUST THEM IF THEY STAYED
THAT’S WHAT DADDY DID
NO HES NOT MY BLAME
BUT
HE HID
LIKE ME
ALL THE SAME
BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID TO LET ANYONE SEE
OR TOUCH THE HEART OF FEAR
WE HIDE BEHIND THE CHISSELED BODIES MASK OF MASCULINITY
WE HIDE FROM EYES THAT SEE WE ARE NOT FREE
RUN FROM ONE WHO MIGHT PROVOKE A TEAR
RUN FROM THE TOUCH THAT BRINGS US NEAR
RUN FROM LOVE FROM FEELINGS CLEAR
ROLLING IN THE MUD OF SELF DESTRUCT
AND ALL THE MINDS DECAY THAT WOULD CONFUSE
ALL THE GIFTS WERE GIVEN WE MISUSE
AND ALL HER SCENTED KISSES WE ABUSE
MEN LIKE ME
ARE KNOWN TO DESTROY LIFE
WITH THE KNIFE
OF NON COMMIT
OF WANTING TO BE FREE
OF CHILDREN WE BRING HERE OR YES THE WIFE
RUNNING FROM RESPONSIBILITY
RUN RUN RUN AND BLAME THE MAN
YOUR KIDS ARE HUNGRY
FEEED THEM SPAM
YOUR KIDS ARE HUNGRY FOR SOMETHING TO THINK
OH I THINK I NEED ME ANOTHER DRINK
I THINK I NEEDS ME MORE ROCK TO SMOKE
YOUR CHILDREN ARE LOOKING FOR A HELPING HAND
DON’T LOOK AT ME YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
DON’T YOU SEE MY FEET STUCK HERE IN THE SAND
WHO AM I GODDAM SUPERMAN
YOUR CHILDREN ARE SCREAMING PAIN AND RAGE
WELL PUT THEM IN A GODDAM CAGE
THEY’LL UNDERSTAND WITH A LITTLE AGE
MY DADDY DID AND I DID TOO
EXCUSE ME BUT I HAVE TO GO ON STAGE
OF ALL THAT I AM TOLD TO DO
PLEASE BRO NO DISRESPECT TO YOU
BUT I GOTS TO DISAPPEAR
YO YO WOULD SOMEONE PASS ME ANOTHER BEER
MEN LIKE ME
ARE REALLY NOT THAT DEEP
WE SLEEP
ON CITY STREETS OR IN YOUR PARKS
OR
WERE RICH AND FAMOUS
BUT SUFFER IN THE DARK
OR WE POSE AS PIMPS WITH NO EXPRESSED DESIRE
AFRAID OF WHATEVER WE CANT CONTROL
WILL TURN INTO FIRE
THAT WILL BURN THE MASKS WE HAVE BECOME
YO YO BRO YOU KNOW WHERE IM COMIN FROM
MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEARS
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE JUST DISSAPEARS
SO WE DON’T LET LOVE COME TOO CLOSE TO ME
THUS MY FEELINGS MELT TO MYSTERY
MEN LIKE ME

BILL DUKE

(other poems by Bill Duke)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© 2009

 

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2 Responses to “MEN LIKE ME” by Bill Duke

  1. lkthayer says:

    Thank for this amazing piece of work Bill, I cherish your friendship & love your poetry & who you are. Love Lisa

  2. stevie says:

    Bill this is wonderful touching honest moving.
    You are a good son.
    Love
    sjk

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