My Weed in the Morning

Her aroma wakes me up Sending my nose on tour It smells natural and pure My weed in the morning. Did not know I was such a feign Even that night I had a dream Imagine .... A light body in my hands I did a dance My eyes on her Looking at my baby, yearning My weed in the morning. Will I find her in the bathroom? In the wrong room? She is in the kitchen My senses are already missing My weed in the morning. Found her waiting She is so lazy These lips kissed her crazy Squeezing the air out of my baby. So happy, I became hazy My weed in the morning. Light headed Eyes reddened This is what happens When you have a 3 in the morning addiction To romancing magazines of Halle Berry in your kitchen. My weed in the morning. Robinson is a South Florida'based activist who focuses on educating young people and African-Americans about HIV and AIDS through performance art and his acclaimed one-man performances, which have been staged throughout the United States and overseas. He also is the founder of the group AIDS Awareness Poets. His work has been profiled in national magazines as well as on MTV, NBC, UPN, and BET television networks and on National Public Radio. Robinson is working on a film version of his one-man show God, Me...HIV? which he plans to screen on World AIDS Day.