Adeshina I.M. Lawal's Blog, page 4
May 14, 2020
Quarantining
Quarantining
Its day whatever of our quarantine together.
The weather is sunny but no one’s outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I’m rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I’m trying to arouse her, but she’s in the shower.
I’ll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run… for cigars… She doesn’t even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I’ll go for a run.
I’ll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I’m gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My aggression towards quarantine is inserted into her belly from the back.
I attack her agression with passionate incisions.
It is my mission to leave her in a position of pure satisfaction.
On her mind is my body; I see quarantine on the back of her head.
On her neck I taste the sweat of erotic frustration.
We switch positions.
I allow her to ride her anger away as I submit to sensual quarantine.
We release our stresses on each other but hold on to the satisfaction.
I need a quarantine sandwich and a Newport 
Quarantining
Quarantining
Its day whatever of our quarantine together.
The weather is sunny but no one’s outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I’m rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I’m trying to arouse her, but she’s in the shower.
I’ll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run… for cigars… She doesn’t even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I’ll go for a run.
I’ll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I’m gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My aggression towards quarantine is inserted into her belly from the back.
I attack her agression with passionate incisions.
It is my mission to leave her in a position of pure satisfaction.
On her mind is my body; I see quarantine on the back of her head.
On her neck I taste the sweat of erotic frustration.
We switch positions.
I allow her to ride her anger away as I submit to sensual quarantine.
We release our stresses on each other but hold on to the satisfaction.
I need a quarantine sandwich and a Newport
Quarantining
Quarantining
Its day whatever of our quarantine together.
The weather is sunny but no one’s outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I’m rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I’m trying to arouse her, but she’s in the shower.
I’ll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run… for cigars… She doesn’t even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I’ll go for a run.
I’ll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I’m gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My aggression towards quarantine is inserted into her belly from the back.
I attack her agression with passionate incisions.
It is my mission to leave her in a position of pure satisfaction.
On her mind is my body; I see quarantine on the back of her head.
On her neck I taste the sweat of erotic frustration.
We switch positions.
I allow her to ride her anger away as I submit to sensual quarantine.
We release our stresses on each other but hold on to the satisfaction.
I need a quarantine sandwich and a Newport
Quarantining
Quarantining
Its day whatever of our quarantine together.
The weather is sunny but no one’s outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I’m rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I’m trying to arouse her, but she’s in the shower.
I’ll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run… for cigars… She doesn’t even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I’ll go for a run.
I’ll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I’m gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My aggression towards quarantine is inserted into her belly from the back.
I attack her agression with passionate incisions.
It is my mission to leave her in a position of pure satisfaction.
On her mind is my body; I see quarantine on the back of her head.
On her neck I taste the sweat of erotic frustration.
We switch positions.
I allow her to ride her anger away as I submit to sensual quarantine.
We release our stresses on each other but hold on to the satisfaction.
I need a quarantine sandwich and a Newport
May 11, 2020
Pandemic
Systemic failure is evident.
Unemployment may attack the system much like the Murder Hornet.
We thank our essential workers for our groceries.
Hopefully more drug free citizens will donate more plasma and less racism.
Georgia’s on fire, yet we open first.
I hear New York uses refrigerated trucks for Hursts.
It’s a Pandemic systemic overload yet we’re overdosing on newfound compassion.
Racism points to inequality, but so do grocery store sanitation.
North Korea shot at their southern cousin; the next week they donate PPE to our country.
We remember our allies.
Neighbors are meeting each other in a state of bewilderment.
We promise to endure.
This Pandemic has delivered new champions to battle old problems.
The World pressed the reset button, but I think we were playing Halo- where is Master Chief?
It is my understanding that schools are closed, but not really.
Social distancing looks funny when done correctly.
Mike Pence rejects his new identity.
This Pandemic is its own entity.
Friends have be come enemies yet the opposite is also reality.
Interestingly I’ve seen both winners and losers but each case seems to be chosen randomly.
Is it true that this Pandemic was created in a lab?
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May 2, 2020
Whispers
They know about you before they know your name.
They remain faceless until your close enough to hear.
They don’t wish to be heard too loud, because they hide a secret.
They are whispers, and they travel with the wind.
Whispers can congregate and cause a tornado.
With enough whispers you can destroy a church.
Won’t the church be built again in the heart of man?
We have all fallen short at some point in life.
Is it not so that a whisper from far away cannot be heard correctly by the listener?
A speaker will not whisper an entire speech to a community.
Donald Trump does not whisper in his tweets.
Barack Obama did not whisper throughout his campaign.
He recieved two terms.
People whispered that he would not succeed and that he wasn’t American.
The whispers still paint pictures of Barack.
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March 25, 2020
Virus
A couple months ago I heard about a guy with a case of Corona.
I’m in Atlanta, at the time elections were jumpin while the #MeToo movement was straight trumpin.
Ain’t it something, I would have swore Australia was just burning.
Learning that the virus was a threat and not some beer I ait up news on the topic since Mid-January.
I wonder if China stayed on top of running obituaries.
It’s scary how at first Corona was a whole lot of something over there in Wohan.
Then the virus donned on our allies and now has invaded our lives.
But does this feel like occupation or nuisance?
The truth is I’ve quarantined myself.
Dropped back to a five mile radius.
I could do better on distancing but others think I’m weird on prevention B.
About a week into quarantine I got a box of Nitrile gloves then comboed that with bandana I felt like Black Constantine.
Folks were lookin at me like I had Gangrene.
Flash forward to today, I see gloves and face masks all day.
The system is in disarray while they jumble up communique.
This virus is no play play, it’s taking people away.
Ok.
Now we look at today, but there’s not much to say.
I pray we all stay safe, and our communities become stronger.
No longer can we devalue the individuals who cook our food, and ring us up, and keep us safe, and teach our kids…
Wait, Wait, Wait.
Did any notice that our POTUS noted the virus will be gone by Easter while other bandleaders are protecting their people?
What matters more, a dollar or a heart.
One band one sound.
Do we all lock down for the sake of a sound body of nation?
Or do we squeeze dollars from our economy to keep other business men wealthy?
Brothers and sisters please help me to keep the elderly healthy.
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March 21, 2020
Soul Food
What do you do when try a new flavor?
Atlanta savors the flavors that drip through the streets.
Do you dare to eat some sweet heat barbecue?
Don’t misconstrue Atlanta firepits with Charlotte or you might get the stink eye.
Fried chicken is our specialty.
Heavenly thick breasts dressed to succulent perfection.
Do you have affection for oven baked mac and cheese?
Southern nominees guarantee their mac and cheese like their pastor’s next sermon on Sunday.
One day when your in The A save space for JR Crickets, they hot wings with peach soda on my hit list.
Get this, southern soul food so good you’ll go through the boldest hood to get a plate.
Truth be told on the coldest winter night the right bite will set your heart right.
Think twice before you ask for a slice of homemade-window placed pecan pie scented with desire.
Candle fire could set the table and the mood, but don’t elude to the history of the plate.
Make no mistake that plate is not lightweight, many a times it was garnished with hate.
Racism is overrated; have you tasted the chicken?
Thicken your mind to the sweet sensuality laced in the plate.
Straight heavenly soul stroking finger sucking crispy poultry served with love.
Our flavor tells the history of the south.
Hot sauce in your mouth, in my house we ate Nigerian soul.
Old flavors met with southern cuisine brings new love to the southern cooking born on the plantation.
I’m tasting a new flavor stemming from the New South.
I’m calling out about that taste that makes your leg shake.
It makes your heart quake.
This flavor wakes the lover in you.
Go in a southern kitchen and we’ll show you how to make it do what it do.
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March 15, 2020
Shooter
How many times have we heard about guns sounding out around our children while they are at their place of learning.
Its concerning how many times this shit has happened but let’s go ahead and clear it out, by my count I’ll round the number out to around 1300.
I’m running the number from after 1970 marked by Tyrone Perry at Hine Junior High.
His death can’t be overruled solely on the fact that only one man left this earth when he was laid to dirt.
Before the decade was over 32 souls left this plane.
From D.C. to California our country is for ever in mourning till the early morning for every child who came for learning.
Take Columbine in 1999.
They changed the game.
Colorado immortalized the tears we all cried.
Look up to the sky and wondered why 15 youth had to lose their lives.
Don’t concern the sky.
Amply the sight by looking buckeye back in 2005.
Minnesota cried from their eyes as they mourned blood running in Red Lake.
16 year old Jeffrey Weise released 10 people’s souls.
To include in the lot, his loved ones got shot.
What’s a guy gotta say to get all this fucking violence to drop.
Ok, back in 07 33 souls went to heaven’s rest when the Virginia Tech Shooter made his block hot.
Like an afterthought Seung-Hui Cho, armed with only 2 pistols, went ham at his school.
What was he tryin to prove.
He left notes online, he must have lost his damn mind.
He had his plans outlined.
Takes your sights to 2012.
Adam Lanza planned an assault on Sandy Hook like a real crook thumbing through a yearbook and taking no second looks.
20 kids, the principal, and the psychologist, his mama, 4 teachers, and his skull got popped.
He dropped himself.
All in all 28 mortals be came eternal, all this killings gotta be paranormal.
How do you kill 17 people and injure 17 more, then stroll out the door with peers while the fire alarm shouts?
Then dip out to McDonald’s up first, then eat fresh with Subway?
Just ask Nikolas Cruz back in 2018.
I mean on valentine’s day he came to speak with a spray and carry on with his day, like it was so cliche.
Those who stay out in Santa Fe had nothing left to say when Dimitrios Pagourtzis came through to his school with two tools, one shot gun one pistol left 10 dead 13 indisposed no reload.
Are we too old to be told to be bold and address these concerns so our children can still learn?
This process starts in the home and it ends in the heart.
We can start being kinder to one another from the start; we all play our part.
Fuck egos, let’s get better airflow between each other love your brother and your sister as if we share the same mother my brothers the time has come to work together for a better tomorrow with far less sorrow.
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February 21, 2020
Aftershocks
In a world strapped in Global Warming we saw the warnings.
In the early morning Global Viruses likely cause crisis.
Like this, Financial Death lurks like the Grim Reaper.
Outdated Infrastructure is lethal to the community.
Obsolete Education makes this poem look foreign in America.
Flat Earth.
Plate Tectonics crack back in search of rebirth.
Perhaps nature doesn’t nurture capitalism.
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