They say Im to white to be black
because I speak with eloquence, intelligence and class.
Yet when did me speaking right equate me to speaking white?
Im to white to be black
because Im "to nice," while the other black girls
speak reckless and are selfish.
Im to white to be black
because I don't typically listen to rap.
I'm to white to be black
because my skin is a shade or two lighter than you.
They say Im to black to be white
because I drink grape kool-aid
and statistically speaking Im bound to be under paid.
Im to black to be white
because i like "black girl" names.
I guess they failed to inform me when names were
associated with the color of my skin.
Im to black to be white
because of my thick thighs and chocolate curls.
Im to black to be white
because im a shade or two darker than you.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
They repressed me from street drugs but never from
the ones with chocolate skin and a heartbeat
They told me how dope dilutes one's mind
Yet they failed to inform me that he would have the same effect
How he would bestow a heavy heart upon me
How depression will reign every time I see him with her
Momma, how come you never steered me from
the feeling of worthlessness and defeat?
Why didn't you warn me about the side effects
or tell me that he is a drug to?
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Feed off our fraudulence. Our ethereal entity. Help keep the corrupt at shore. Tell me how love will find her way! In times of our adverse adventures. When our bodies lie limp in the sand... As baleful barbarians take to attack. I will be there... just look. Hidden beyond your shadows. Yet I'm still there And when my troubled winds knock me down.. I'll seek comfort in you.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
Quit picking at your old wounds! Stop going for walks in aches and pains you already made it through. You call it healing... yet it sounds like a good way to take the haunted with you.
Loneliness is a no vacancy sign for an empty room on the backside of your chest. There will never be enough people to love that emptiness out of you. Love won't save you!
Only you will save you! Remember no matter how much you think you need a voice at the other end of the line...
It's a felony to call 911 just because you need someone to talk to.
You can't shrink into radio static and heavily breathe on the other end of your phone. Your aching doesn't end in an ambulance! Now breathe... yes you may have heard this once or twice. But BREATHE!
I know you got ribs like on the wrongside of a fist fight. That's from hyperventilating. Your lungs just survived a car crash from the inside of your body. Be gentle... please! Find the pocket of your heartbeat where you keep forgiveness. We will try again tomorrow!
I know you got a bone to pick with tomorrow... but too late it's coming. Listen in a few hours your withered world will turn herself right side up again and you'll forget all about tonight. The night she left you to drown in her song of blues!
Your will make sense again. You think you've seen every ugly corner that our erupting Earth offers. Yet there are an infinite number of things we don't know and... statistically speaking half of the unknown is beautiful!
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
When Light craved your soul to see in kissing colors
as the evening envisioned to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered for learning, as blood bespoke to her bones
for building the star of flesh, when Time needed the resentment
of its ubiquity to be understood. The moment texture lured touch to
tease with a thousand sensations, when the labor of love sought a language
to express the extremes of its lips, as romance raged through the ravishing of
hardened hearts, when sorrow’s seduction made heroes of loving men and women.
When Justice is seduced to her innocent words,
as bravery battled the basic questions of conquest,
war demands a metaphor in the terror of its destruction,
as Faith finds resolutions to her problems in seconds,
Death wallows for relief and Life’s supercilious meaning upon its skyline.
When God wanted imagination to invent immaculate existence…
Poetry began, born as an eternal being,
because, the only vow of a Poet, is Passion!
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words... will hurt me
Now Believing I'll never be loved
That I'll forever be trapped in thrones of isolation
You say I'm too weak, to dumb to meet anyone who makes me feel
alive, as if they created the moon and stars just for me
On the inside a broken heart seeks sympathy
While on the outside my heart hardens
As I empty every emotion so I may feel nothing
Now dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
Im shaken awaken by how Im screaming
Running from my demons, God woke me right before they killed me
I dont understand the purpose but I know he has a reason
Well God if you dont mind me asking, send me more angels
See...Lucifer is wilding and he got it out of me,
You know the thing my soul struggles to keep out
While my flesh fights to keep it in
God I know you got me but sometimes it's hard to keep believing
Im tempted by all these tainted temptations
Quickly losing my mind, followed by sleep deprivation
You see, I had a dream I went to Heaven and saw Satan
Lord help...please, I cant do this on my own
Over stressing intertwined with depression
Now vulnerable to the world's diluted deceptions
Lord, what are you trying to teach me?
Can we please cheat on this lesson?
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
Provide me with an everlasting love. Provide me with flourishing vines of vitality. Love me the way Frank Sinatra sings. Please listen and realize I talk too much.No seriously, I talk a lot. So, feel free to drown me out when it's too much, but never let the water freeze over. Love me like the depths of the sea. Provide me with a love that fills the spaces between your words. Provide me with a love worthy of hearts spilled across pages. Provide me with an everlasting love.
One that kisses the moon and the stars.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
Elusive eyes embrace thousands of faces which hold horrors that take root in one's subconscious.Like the stories stored deep within her scars. Or his longevity leaving through the slits on his wrists.Hoping things are different...Your story may have a happy ending but they just reached their climax.
Living beneath a flag symbolizing solidarity. Yet separation remains within each region, state, and city! Freedom is just another figment of one's mind! It's odd how God's perfect possessions are possessed with vicious vitality...Someone is speaking but the other's aren't listening. In strife with our speculations during the night when our sincerity strangles us!
Weeping in our sleep wishing to wake to mama's pancakes, while politicians pollute our lives with handshakes.Minds racing while one's body is still! Inhumane humans and an unbalance between the rich and poor. Speaking truth on the unjust, yet they close their doors... Buried beneath four walls! Oblivious of one's inner demons dancing on their graves, listen to our creator as he speaks.
He exclaims that we skip serenity and our minds fixate on the wealth we don't obtain! As another man yearns to earn as much as you...How could you sleep? When the other man doesn't have enough to eat! Focused on trivial tribulations... While she's praying she'll live to meet tomorrow. Enslaved by our own mental decree!
Remember no matter your status we're not all gonna live to see tomorrow... so break free of your mental chains and ask yourself if your faith lies in the hands of the created or the creator?
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
I cry sometimes. Enhancing this deluge of delirium. With a drop which flows from my face to the flood of Earth’s clay as I inhale this bitter breeze of our garden’s grief! Seeing your withered wood… I breathe deep… Inhale… Exhale…
And hope that these frivolous feelings will bottle up after this bottle is downed! Words now trapped…it’s a joke…but this is no banter of your basil bush! This is a garden now growing with grief, which subdues layers of our sacred memories, suppressing sadness and carries on until my rancid lungs collapse…
But… I don’t die. I just-carry on. Watching your roots rot… As this decomposing disease devours your soul! My soul slowly sinks into the mud. Yearning to find you six-feet-under. Beneath the sublime beauty of our orchids. To the place where Hades resides...
I miss the touch of your hands. The lingering sensation of your waning wood intertwined with my vines. My fingertips now feel the burn of Hell! I learnt that this burn won’t melt, it just burns, until your whole bodies submerges and turns what they’ll learn and all their concerns into nothing! Because I guess everyone dies…
Even if they don't deserve it...well I may have deserved it because I'm depicted as the ideal image of man yet they watch as my green leaves burn brown and… and this ivy poisons my rich roots. But this isn't a cry for help, it’s a letter, poem, or whatever you want to call this… This is my message to you!
Yes, angels are heavenly but even if they’re with me…they can't get inside my mind and help me flourish in this Hell on Earth. The one you left me in! So I thank them…but I’ve handled enough forced sympathy. I'd rather be with some boys and ***** and listen to a simple symphony. There I can cry... myself …and become one with the flood
from this deluge of delirium!
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC