WHOSE N CONTROL

I'M A FRAGILE WITHDRAWN MERCHANT..I SELL CLOTHING...I EARN A FORTUNE...I WAKE UP WITH ROLLS OF CASH..LOADED...MY APARTMENT LOOKS LIKE A KING IN HIS CASTLE...WITH PLENTY OF LUXURIES...FINE JEWELRY AND TONS OF FOOD TO EAT..MY CELL LEAVES A DOZEN OF MESSAGES A MINUTE...I LAY WITH WARM BODIES..WITH COMFORT EVERY NIGHT...MY BELL RING OFF THE HANDLE...SOMETIMES IT GETS 2 B A BAD HABIT...I WANNA WHINE AND DIME MY SUBJECTS..MAKE THEM KNOW..THEIR NUMBER ONE...GIVE THEM TENDER LOVIN CARE..WITHOUT BURSTING THEIR BUBBLES...SEND THEM HOME CRYIN...I'M NO AMATEUR...I'M A GOOD MAN WHO BRINGS YOU BACK...INVITES ANATOMY OF WOMAN...WHERE THE MERCHANT GIVE OF HIMSELF FOR TIME RENDERED..DISPLAYS CLOTHING AS A WAY TO PLEASE THE SMILE OF A SEXUAL JESTER A PLEASURE...WHILE BEDLOOMS AND SCENTED CANDLES LIGHT OUR MENU...DRAWS DA MAN..WHAT TAKES HIS CLOTHES OFF...ENTERTAINS HIS JOHNSON..THE NIGHT IS YOUNG...I'M BURNING BRIDGES AND BUILDING FEELINS AS I GO ALONG...I'M SO LOVED ..BY THIS BEAUTY..LOVIN ME DOWN..I LOOK AGAIN..WHAT DA HELLLLLL..WHERE'S MY FORTUNE...WHAT HAPPEN TO MY CLOTHES AS SLUMBER LEFT ME BROKE..WITH NO CASHFLOW...NO FOOD TO EAT...NOTHING AT ALL...I WAS ROBBED...MY BODY..THE LIFE...MY FAKE ASS WANNA BE LIKE ME..FRIENDSHIP..WHAT DID I DO 2 DESERVE THIS KIND OF FEELIN...NOTHING...WHAT U WAS LEFT WITH...SORRY KING..YOUR THROWN HAS BEEN OVERTURNED...SHE'S DA QUEEN...WEARING YOUR CLOTHES..CLEANED YOUR APARTMENT OUT...SAID...WHAT DON'T MEAN A THANG...EATS IT'S WAY OUTTA YOUR CLOTHING..I'M BAD...HAD 2 FEED MY FORTUNE...BECOME A LIFE WITHOUT BROKEN DREAMS PLAYIN LOVE GAMES HOMIE...DA BUCK STOPPED HERE...CLOTHES DON'T ALWAYS MAKE DA MAN THE WOMEN DO..WHEN U KNOW SHE'S GOOD...SAY SO..NOT DA SOLES ON YOUR TOES OR THE VALUE OF CASHFLOW OR HOW MUCH YOUR MAKING OR WHERE U LIVE AND HOW IT LOOKS..WHEN SHE BECAME WOMAN...MATERIAL THANGS ..U ADRESSED FOR SUCCESS...LOSING WHAT LOVE MEANT..SHE GAVE OF HERSELF...WALKED WITH IT...LOCK...STOCK...AND BARREL...MONEY..LATER!!!!

AIDS CLAIMS MY NEPHEW / ROBERT

ON JULY 28, 1988...I LOST MY NEPHEW ROBERT CHAPMAN...THIS CAME TO ALL AS A SHOCK HE WAS 25 YEARS OLD...IN HIS MEMORY...I WROTE THIS POEM FOR MY SISTER 2 KEEP AS M E M O R A N D I U M...I LIKE TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU IN THE HOPES THAT AIDS AWARENESS WILL SPEAK OUT LOUD AND IN RETROSPECT...THE MESSAGE OF LIFE...LIVING IN OUR WORLD INFECTING WITHOUT A CURE...SHEILA T JORDAN...CREATE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I WALK A MILE TODAY..I HEAR GOD'S WORDS SAY FEELIN LONELY, IN DESPAIR, CLINGIN ON 2 WHAT WAS HERE, DREAMING, REMEMBERING YOU THE ONE ON EARTH ..GOD HAS HIS EYES AND HANDS WHICH HE HELD ON2..LIFE IN MY MIND..STILL KEEPS TELLING ME..HE LIVES I WALK WITH YOU...KEEPS ME IN TOUCH..EMBRACIN A MEMORY..LINGERS ON SO MUCH..CAN IT BE..GOD YOUR TELLING ME; SPIRITUALLY..CONTACTS WILL KEEP ME HERE ON SOLID GROUND. DEPRESSION...RECESSION...NO RESTING..WHY ARE YOU ; CRYIN..TRYIN TO INCREASE THE FEAR MY WALKS BECOMES A WAY OF LIFE 2 HOLD ON 2. SANITY KEEPS ME RIGHT..MY STRENGTH OF THE LORD WILL ALWAYS WIN..MAKE IT THROUGH..BE ALRIGHT. WHATEVER TRIES 2 CONTROL..THE BOLDNESS..THE WORTHINESS...WHAT EVILS WANT 2 GRAB AND HOLD. THE THOUGHTS OF YOU...COMES THROUGH..I'M MISSIN YOU SON..BUT I WALK WITH U HUN.. KEPT US ONE LOVE HAS GIVEN US ..THROUGH MY WALKS..YOUR PRESENCE...I'M NO LONGER ALONE..SPIRITUALLY; HE LIVES THROUGH GOD..WHICH MAKES MEMORIES LIVE SIS..I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH...DON'T EVER THINK YOUR NOT THOUGHT OF...BACK HERE I NYC...HOPE I'VE GIVEN U THOUGHT OF YEARS SPEND WITH HIM ALIVE AND WELL..PLEASE...FEEL BETTER..YOUR ALWAYS ACCOUNTABLE...LOVED BY MANY..HE'LL BE THERE IN HEART..MIND..THROUGH SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH.. A LOVE WE'LL NEVER FORGET...GOD BLESS YOU... YOUR SIS...SHEILA...CREATE (ROBERT CHAPMAN) JANUARY 18TH 1963 - JULY 28,1988