A sinner you would call me
But I’m human
I do good
I do wrong
It’s in my nature
Don’t claim to know the unknown
Cause the unkown isn’t known
Seen foolish in your judgmental eyes
Because I don’t accept your foolish Ancient man made claims
And the only faith I have is in myself
You look at me in disgust cause you
Want me to conform
Believe and be like everyone else.
In an universe so vast
I’d rather have a mind opened by Wonder than one closed by belief
Sorry it’s just me being myself
—  J.Alfred “Anti-Religious”
I was told to write something beautiful
Something to ease the heart
So where do I start
Probably with the sound of your laugh
Or your smile that lights up my heart
That facial expression you make when you’re thinking to hard
The sight of you blushing
After a compliment
The weirdness you express cause
Your plain old weird
Your whole nature is beautiful
So I’ll just write about you.
—  J.Alfred “Dope”
Parents thought him knowledge was the key
So he embrace it.
Using everyday he drew breath to learn something new
Living in a urban city
But his accent was different from his peers
Pronouncing every syllable in each english word correctly
Shunning ebonics
Acting white
His peers would say
Raising his hand to every question in every class knowing every answer
Acting white
Burying his face in a wide variety of literature exercising his mind
Acting white
Not sharing the same interest as most of his peers
Acting white
As if having black skin and being educated is acting white.
What’s acting black
Being stupid?
—  J.Alfred “Acting White”
I think my heart getting colder
I’m free falling down a cliff and there’s No floor to land on
I’m letting this cold world get to me
I’m becoming the opposite of the man I Want to be
And sadly
I’m slowly accepting it
Not fighting it
Into the black holes
I go
Come back darker
Than I ever been
—  J.Alfred “Freefall into Darkness”
What ever happen to marriage
In our generation
You know those till death marriages
Cause I feel ain’t nothing real out there No more
Everything superficial
A fairy tale we’ll force fed at a early age
Happily ever after my ass
Or is it just our generation
Where unconditional love is as rare as A big foot sighting
Our we looking in the wrong places
Or is it the wrong person
Maybe it’s the lack of patience
It’s all rushed
The fear of commitment
The lack of trust
Ulterior motives is that the case
Or is it social networking playing a part
Whatever it is
Don’t think I ever want to
Get married
—  J.Alfred “My Manager Told Me Don’t Ever Get Married”
I’m still infatuated by you
As I state my distance on
Abandoned Islands
Guarded like fortresses
I’m still infatuated by you
Hiding my existence
Within unread messages
Coded like morse code
I’m still infatuated by you
I play the shadows
Like a vigilante at night
Trying to save what once was
I’m still infatuated by you
Sicken and diseased
As parts of me still yearn
No medication could help
I’m still infatuated by you
Trying to save face
Setting up for failure
A case I can’t win
But I can’t lie
I’m still infatuated
—  J.Alfred “Infatuation” (National Poetry Day 13)
She’s was in shambles
Still in love with the person who left her broken
So no one had a chance with her
She rather be alone
To reevaluate the circumstances
That left her cold
And harsh winters
That occupy her soul
Seems like forever
You know
Numb to new feelings
She could only feel the old
Shattered like abandoned
Building windows
Boarded up for
No entry
—  “J.Alfred” Shambles (The Girl Who Told Me Her Story) (National Poetry Day 5)
Tempted to explain something unexplainable
Wanting to dive in at the first chance
Of attaining something valuable
Touching the untouchable
Experiencing wealth more than material
Being alive
Rather than just existing
Twisted visions
Fast forwarding
Within my tunnel vision
Trying to make sense
To something that doesn’t
Make sense
—  J.Alfred “Strange Kitchen”
Lady of the night
Plain sight
strangers alike
Dirty dollar bills
Entry into
Frequently penetrated walls
Flesh for cash
Lust a corner away
Temptations fulfilled
A slave to dollar bills
Selling obsessions
In a world
Steered wicked by
Capitalistic views
Having nothing
Hunger for something
Cold flirting with darkness
Paper chasing
Legs open
To meet obligations
Kill this sorrow
With assets
Lady of the night
—  J.Alfred “Lady Of The Night” (National Poetry Month Day 9)