My love is what holds me back
Blind my sight from the truth
But all the pain you cause me eats me up like a snack
My words throb in my mouth like a sore tooth
I just need you to see me eye to eye
So if they ask who loves you I can yell out "I"
Take me by my hand
As we walk on the cool sand
And if you were to ever trip
I'll always catch you before you land
But in reality, this isn't Disneyland
Because it's not what you lack
But it's the way you act
You Leave me in the dirt
Yet expect me to come back
Love me or hate me
I'll never look back
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
If a flower grew in a dark room
Would you trust it
It wilted in the sun
But lived in the dark
It's Not Your fault
It tricked you
Showing the rose it once was
Only to show you the thorn
But you kept that flower
But, It's Not Your Fault
You tried your best to cut off the thorns
but they only cut
You deep down to the flesh
But It's Not Your Fault
What did we do to
Deserve a **** hidden as a rose
But you settled with that rose
And now even **** killer can’t **** this rose
But It’s not your fault
But this flower grew arms and
Now he hits you
He slaps your face
But you love him so much
You don’t call the gardener
But it’s not your fault
You’re getting used to the black eyes
And swollen lips
And now you are doing anything to make time fly
But it’s not your fault
He calls you a ***** **** and a *****
But you gotta stay strong
Don't give up because
It's not your fault
Who knew that roses
Were not as beautiful as they looked
The looks can ****
but so can this Rose’s lifestyle
But it’s not your fault
It’s not your fault that you are in a trap
It’s not your fault that you can’t get away
It’s not your fault that that love is real
IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
Look at me.Let my skin tell you a story of pain and suffering, let my eyes give you sight and show you my history. And it's odd to me because as history goes I know of her struggle but not her name, my great grandmama's face, nor my great grandfather stern gaze. My history was ripped from me then handed back in a textbook, like a stolen jewel being given back as a gift from its captors. They try to cultivate and appropriate my culture like it's a shirt that fits them better. You asked me what I'm mixed with because you see my blackness as something to be covered. But my blackness is not ***** that needs a chaser, it is not a ***** car that needs a little whitewashing and a paint job.
You asked me what I'm mixed with so here is my response; I am mixed with melanin and love swlirled into chocolate beauty. I'm mixed with strength and pride, fierce do I roar with the voice of the wise ancestors who gave birth to hope for my grandma, my mommy, and me. I am one part black and ninety nine parts victory. I am not a tragedy of circumstance I am a product of excellence. You ask me if I am mixed because you think I'm to pretty to just be black. Here's a news flash, I am pretty because I'm black! From the kinks of my curls to the dance in my toes, I am designed from the roots of the earth. In tune with its gravitational pull.
Everyone knows the moon only shines in the blackness of night. Stop trying to force an eclipse because they don't last anyway, only burn out to be surrounded by the blackness once more. You asked me what I'm mixed with, allow me the same courtesy. Are you mixed? What are you mixed with? Fear, hate, rage, disgust, or shame? I don't assume any of these for a wise woman once said, " people are diamonds made up of different pressure some in different measures and if you don't know don't judge for it is not your contest." I am on a conquest of love and redemption. I won't blame you for your ancestors but I will hold you to a certain standard.
So before you ask me what I am mixed with, think. Does it even matter?pretty is pretty so don't you dare come at a Nubian goddess cross eyed or tongue-tied, prepared to gain insight of her bloodline. She will shatter all illusion, destroy all thoughts of doubt. She will tell you she is black. She will say it in a song song voice because of the melody ringing in her soul when she makes this known. It will roll off her tongue like honey. For no other words ever tasted so sweet. She is a black queen. Mixed with blood and bones.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
We Just Wanna Live, I Just Wanna Live
Discussions about justice, but ya'll out here killing kids
Trump ain't no puppet, He gon tell it how its is
Building million dollar bombs but ain't no food in our fridge
To me aint' no black and white just a killer and a victim
Home of the equal but you already stole that
We all equal but i guess you didn't mention you get to **** my people
Dressed in all blue, Badges
But they just point and shoot like they ain't practice enough
To protect and serve, ha
More like to discriminate and burn
burn a race to the ground
Everyone scared of death
That's what white people pray for at night, hoping for another day to live, hoping to get that pumpkin spice latte in the morning
Never having to pray not only for your life but your son's too.
Melanin,
Sun Ray Savoring,
That chicken flavoring is what makes us
Everyone wants to be black
Until its actually time to be us
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC