My soul revived in your broken hands
Gracious blood hold my sin and shame
Now forever until the end
Oh, You reign
Oh, You reign
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Eyes open to nothing but darkness.
Mind opens to Heavy thoughts about empty promises.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Like the bonnie
Hereditary lines you descend from
You are beautiful
Through cumulative generations
Your estrogenic figure seems meliorate
But that's not what I'm here for
You see I'm here for what's beyond the eye
For I know there are shades of blue beyond those onyx eyes
I desire to engage with your soul
And for your soul to engage with mine
Not in the concupiscence sense
We'll talk about that another time
So Babygirl name your time
Name your place
No obstacles are bound to stop Psyches from attachment
For what I dream we'll have can over every,
and surely create plenty
Babygirl...
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
I Longed for your validation
I thought that if you loved me
I could start to love myself
But fighting for your love only made me hate myself more.
-SelfLove ComesFirst
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Theres little to be found
Yet lots to be lost
In matters of the heart
I for on one
Have lost plently
Fiddling with love notes
But in the end all I got back
Was Nothing but Confetti
Perhaps I stayed too long
Hoping
Hoping that maybe one day
Maybe one day you'll trully love me
But now i know
Theres little to be found
In your heart
Theres little to be found
Everywhere
Theres little to be found
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
This can be defined as a feeling of deep heat within the throat.
A feeling of volcanoes spewing in the stomach and dynamite egnititing through the face.
One cannot simply control anger
It is one untamed beast, ravaging through innocent villages destroying whatever is in it's path.
If anger was a certain organism
It would have melted it self right out of existance of time
It would have never truly existed
Anger does not fickle
It endures it's prey through out it's existance
It is an enigma and resembles the unknown.
Anger is not part of the fight but rather inflicts it
Anger is no origin
No beginning
No end
No creator
No Descriptor
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
Forgive yourself
Perfect was never a word suited for you
Love yourself
Everything comes back to this
Love your sister
She has been picked apart, degraded, and has an internal war eating her from the inside out
Love your brother
He has a time stamp of deliverance to a life of incarceration, bullets released from an absence of sense, lack of educated, blind ambitious followers.
Raise your head
You are a Goddess created
with disarming beauty in mind.
Continue to place one foot in front of the other
You are meant and strongly designed for forward movement.
Take no steps back, do not bow down your head, do not close your mouth
In fear that judgment will fall
It will, but you must speak anyways.
Your voice is imperative
to the growth of lost girls who are unsure what real women are made of.
Your voice is imperative to the peaking of the minds of men unsure what to look for in a Queen, show him.
Your voice is imperative to the readjustment of the image of
Black Women with large voices
Black Women with high diction
Black Women with love language
Black Women with literary genius
Black Women filled with nothing less than the peace & love God has manifested within us.
Black Women
Black Women
Black Women
Who love Black men like double chocolate moist bliss
Who love White men like dark roast coffee filled with cream
Who love Latino men like Butterscotch candy dipped in chocolate
The list goes on
Black Women who love like we are bound to implode if we don't give the universe what it is that we need back.
Black Women
Your Mother
Black Women
Your Sister
Black Women
Your Friend
Black Women
Your Lover
Black Woman
Love Her.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
She births poetry like a universe of constellations.
Sometimes,
she parts her lips like the hips of the woman about to bring magic into this world, the labour of her poetry is never easy, never smooth, difficult to stomach, but the words she births from her belly carry life like breath, like the fruit of the earth.
There is a beautiful pain to them.
-Nativity
Other times,
Her poetry was like good ***
She parted her lips like the legs of a woman about to begin the most primitive form of Love, giving as much as she could take. Sometimes she would ride the poetry, reverse cowgirling it to the ****** of her ecstasy and other times, it would ride her,
Leaving its essence inside her.
-Inception
At one time,
She parted her lips like the mouth of a woman who is about to blow, your mind.
Never for her pleasure, it did nothing for her.
Her satisfaction lied solely in yours,
it was selfless, unselfish, an act of true altruism.
She broke for people, who loved people but did not love her.
-Misconception
But the first time,
She was the poetry, being birthed from the lips of the cradle of woman kind, the first time she was the magic, the life, taking her first breath, her first wisp of earth,
And it smelt like words that bleed, that change, that make love, that celebrate, that birth other words.
The first time she was the poetry, so the poetry became her.
-Birth
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Thoughts are acid
They burn through your scalp
Leaving holes in your brain
Holes that echo persistent pesky whispers
That drive you insane
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC