Posted on July 27, 2014 at 8:55 PM |
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When people say
Black people the most prejudices
Remember our history not long ago
Its raw uncivilized survival
Taught me prejudices
As if our divided DNA
Evolved
Being a good person didn’t
Keep me from feeling enslaved given crumbs of life
Race matters undeniably
I started defending my Blackness
Like royalty inherited
Having to defend myself because of race today
Every word spoken gets annualized
Every action speaks its ethnicity
Being prejudice
Is a heavy burden
What’s my other choice
There is no freedom
No welcome
Twisted moments races mix
Each casting shadows of doubt
Educated by yours and my own
Keeps my black prejudices
Prejudice
Now lets speak about yours
For no matter who you be
Your prejudice
Because we refuse to face it
Posted on July 24, 2014 at 10:20 PM |
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No Word War
I will never allow words to rule over me
To do so is a self incarcerations unnecessary inflicted pain
Beneath the responsibility life has given me
Sling your words and I will hear only what empowers
The heart of my souls spirit will always soar the rush that created me
Like surfing a title wave my balance will not allow me to drown
Leaving it impossible for your mind to conceive my rise to a greater power
Yet I won’t leave you in a state of shock and aw that you can be ignored
Only to begin the procession of giving you back your words used properly
So that the next we meet there be no war of words between us
Our future generations will change their tempest to breezes
Just by the powerful knowledge that words should be used to describe our diversity
They only hurt when used to hate and we allow it to invade our peaceful state
Posted on July 24, 2014 at 10:15 PM |
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In the middle of thoughts there are directions and choices. We seem hell bent on following till U recognize no where is your dreams reality. Who understands? Eva! Love ones busy, friends on their mission, strangers confused as I. Till I recognized creativity is bought and sold on markets that don’t even know your name much less really pay U. We pimp creativity not knowing or understanding the value. Ask yourself why the girl down the street designing her ass off is broke as hell and she clean. A woman about business begging crumbs till allowed share in market. Thing about creativity though, it has a very loud voice all U need be is noticed. Market yourself! Plan every step U take! U broke network need know! Back doors do open legally! Don’t ask me how! I’m working my own choices directions and I don’t have much time. Who controls the next market, matters! Its not that I don’t wanna help others. I have recall memory issues and my thinking ability is important I don‘t wanna confuse who‘s is who‘s. The one thing I advise! Never! Ever! Give UP!!! 7/24
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Posted on March 18, 2012 at 12:55 AM |
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The Haunting
Good morning screams.
Shadows the shades of humanity.
Life has challenged the dawns fruition.
No one comes to wake us.
No salivations conviction.
Cursed religion steadfastness.
Over run by demons.
Drifting no telling.
There is no focus.
No smile to loves rise.
Goodnight wasted.
Hounded there is no telling.
Where does this ones dead body lay resting now?
Will the next one be U?
Posted on December 19, 2011 at 2:40 PM |
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Don't morn me in my face
I'm not gone just in another place
Challenging past mounting faded
so swallow deep, deeper, come on, deeper
What truth rushed your brain knowing U cant handle this face telling it
So turn off the lights do your day
But when u get home
I be waiting to make U come to me and morn face to face
Its been our history to date
U so repetitive i'm starting to fade
Then we be saying
Mirror mirror on the wall
Where did we go
Posted on November 26, 2011 at 12:00 AM |
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There is another kinda WAR going on in my house and they not even human. Its between my bed and desk, always at one or the other now. When I was the perfect caretaker for others blowing up their dreams mine where ignored, or I feared letting anybody know what they where (that's another story for some other time). Then came the time to explore just who I am, wow I had spent many years learning storing in my brain what I'd love to do. Now my bed is jealous because I'm spending more time at my desk working my creativity. My desk keeps calling me, saying U spent years sick unable to move at all in your bed, its my turn. The WAR was making me crazy, so much so that I had to balance my time between each. When I did I went from near death to living again. So I told both my bed and my desk your both very important in my life. Spending time with them both has made me more conscious and patience is helping me rebuild my life. Consciously challenging myself to stay motivated, and being patience allows me to rest and heal. So the WAR between my bed and desk leaves me the winner. The fear I once lived, is all gone....