Black men suffer to

You would think
Being black in america
Would be the only struggle
But no there is pain
In the black families
That leaves black men
At the bottom of ocean
Black women claim
They the only ones
Who are victims of pain
So they erased
That black love
From their hearts
Cause it gave them
Nothing but a bad addiction
What about the black men
Who suffer from
That same addiction
Its not looked at
Cause social media taught us
That a black man is
Nothing but a fairy tale
Black men of today
Have turned into zombies
Cause they got tired
Of the abuse
Tired of being toyz
For the white mans
Plan of extinction
Im not saying its okay
But we have forgot
About the culture
Instead we should be
Medicating ourselves
Being story tellers
Would heal us
From being animals
That lives in a cage
Then black women would see
That we as black men
Are not going extinct
Black men suffer
Cause we refuse
To get a therapist
Same goes for
Black women who
Have daddy issues
We use drugs and sex
Be our only truth
Can't complain there's no help
We help create the genocide
I was that black man
Who suffered from
That bad experience of black love
Wanted to take my life
Cause i got bullied
For being different
Didn't seek help cause
I found the solution
To heal my brothers and sisters
But it Didn't heal me
All i did was
Stare at the clouds
While my heart
Bled to death
Got bullied daily
By my sister
It was so bad
She pulled a
knife out on me
But my parents
Believed i was the problem
Black men suffer to
Mom called the cops on me
Lying that i put hands on her
That hurt me
So i had to run away
With no where to go
See black men suffer to
And when it was time
To learn about
That black love
I broke down even more
Cause i thought
I was nothing but
A snack that
Everyone wanted to have
See black men suffer to
My story will make u cry
Its okay im glad
I had to grow up quick
Now my daughter will learn
That pain will turn us
Into heros saving the race

When Love Calls poetry book by Jarvon Greer

Love Calls is a collective of poems touching on the facets of love. Jarvon Greer bares his heart and soul deep within the pages of his first literary body of work. He gives his readers a front view of his experiences and expectations during the calm and storms of past and present relationships. 
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Poison Ivy

It used to feel good
When you could
Talk & cuddle
Enjoy each others bodies
With out sexual penetration
Kissing until your thirst
Is no more
What happened to
Writing love letters
What happened to dressing up
Having a nice dinner
And dancing the night away
Did it all die
Because net flix & chill
Became the norm
Or did it die
Cause real R&B, real jazz,
Real Neo Soul, real pop R&B
Real rap & hip pop died
It was because of that music
That made us see
Love was worth it all
Now love of today
Is nothing but poison ivy
So now u rather be mermaids
Who kill cause
Your hearts is filled with hate
Now us men
Are nothing but fisherman
Who can't catch a real woman
Was the game of betrayal
Worth meaniliness sex
She will forget
That sex has no meaning
Cause love to her
Is nothing but poison ivy
He will forget
That a real woman
Saved him from extinction
Now he spends his days
Berried so deep into
Her pussy
then going deep
From the back
Making her scream
Cause she wanted him
To give love a new meaning
So women continue to
bash and hate us
All over social media
But when they start to hear
That love is more
Than poison ivy
Their thorns and spells
Begin to grow
But women that remain hurt
Took the good men
And killed the love they had
So now you are all
In this game of betrayal
Men of today
Can't be poetic
Cause most women
Don't appreciate it
Can't express ourselves
How we use to
Cause love of today
Is nothing but poison ivy
The women that
Use to be classy
Now do twerk videos
And Promote sex
But get mad
When men sexualize them
No be mad
For allowing these thorns
To run so deep into your flesh
Be mad that
You created this image
Where you are nothing
But poison ivy
Be mad for having
A relationship where
He failed to make
u his queen
Be mad for allowing
This pain to ruin you
Your heart maybe
Covered with poison Ivy
But love didn't die
Let alone kill you
Love evolved from
This war of a broken reality

But I'm Crazy

I see why i have no followers
Cause I'm that mentally ill man
Who's from the future
So I gave up
No more fighting
To spark the brain
Even my poetry
Is weak like my pockets
Might us well become
A mumble rapper
It's the only thang
That keeps this generation alive
In my feelings
More like a bad dinner
That gave me
A terrible sickness
Only response i get
Is to talking about sports
If Trump is the goat
Then why is America
Not great again
Too busy being dumb asses
Let me cash this check
And come back
With that mixtape of insanity
Its the only thang
That sells
Nine year old Quaden
Faked a bullying video
And got 200000 racks
Social media is the new form
For getting rich quick
But im crazy
For wanting to be a hero
That's dead and gone
Give me the drug
So i can rob you
Its the only way
To leave the ghetto
Now I'm a billionaire
No more being stuck at home
Just to scroll through IG
Now I can be a savage
Telling you all
That you are dumb
You don't get tired
Of the fake people
But I'm crazy
Now I can erase
This bad dream
Cause I'm rich
Only those who are rich
Can influence those
Who chose to be
The victims in a bad horror film
But I'm crazy
I only write what makes sense
What's the point
Of talking about
Pussy, drugs, cars
Or making up dumb dances
You ain't tired
Of the dumb shit
Just like yall ain't tired
Of the dumb tv shows
And movies by Tyler Perry
But I'm crazy
Not my fault
You don't appreciate
A rare breed

Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes

Why did you go back
To being that scared
19 year old
Yea he was dope at writing
But choked every time he performed
Thought i was done being scared
My heart told me no
Threw away poetry
Because I became a father
And the love I found
Wasn't the answer
So i spent my days drinking
What was i supposed to do
All i did was
Close my eyes
And fail every time
If i don't open my eyes
To recover from the subliminal
Then my legacy
Of being a poet
Is nothing but death
Forgive me for turning into a zombie
Auditioning for the 2020
Pan African American film festival
Made me see
Why be a quitter
Things happen for a reason
Every painful event
Brought me back to poetry
So this time around
I will not shall not
Close my eyes
It can't be real
If i can't pause
To connect with the audience
So they can be like
That was deep
But it was also entertaining
I can dress well
But there needs to be more emotion
I don't even close my eyes
When it comes
To making love
I make sure its good every round
And that each move
Gives a new meaning
So its no different
Than performing
So forgive me
My love for poetry
Will never die
The thing that dies
Is me closing my eyes

They want me dead

They want me dead

Can't go back to being a kid
The world needs
People who will create good music
The pain that
Eats our hearts
Can't be the only truth
So why am i the victim
Of endless bullshit
Cause i come in peace
If i react then
I am nothing
But a female
Who cries all day
Life is nothing
But a endless battle
Can't speak truth
With out having an argument
Can't fight for change
Unless you are
Ready to die
But my thoughts
Are nothing but insanity
How crazy am I
To believe that i belong
Yes i have pain
But it doesn't kill me
You still think
Poetry is my hobby
No this my only reality
Can't be an artist
If it don't make sense
They want me dead
Cause I'm no robot
They want me dead
Cause i care to be a revolutionist
They want me dead
Cause i refuse to be a slave
They want me dead
Cause i am a rare breed
Can't help if i can
See through the pain
Me staying off the map
Is making the world a better place
If i die
Just let me be
I am not here to live
I'm here to remind you
We are not i robots
Who promote their cause
We are here to show
That the way of life
Has not been forgotten