Dreams of being
free literally.....
Not this ********
they breed, equality
planted with momentary
seeds at a time things may
seem beautiful but were destined
to lose our leaves
Buses and water fountains
don't mean **** to me, You
throw my brothers on tv for
for what God gave us naturally
to mostly benefit you so that
don't mean **** to me
Money.....
something my people aren't
use to seeing so you use
it to introduce a new form
of slavery.....
We bring
in the money
you own the
teams,I've never heard of
an owner being the
highlight of these kids
dreams.... Never witnessed
you be the reason for an arena's
sold out seating we serve as your
entertainment blinded by your
"rare" pocket feeding
unsegregated schooling.....
yet were granted those who's
declared least capable of
teaching..... I've encountered
way to many classroom instructors
who were incapable of
speaking....
English, math and reading
subjects taught for our daily
needing yet every GYM instructor
perfect now tell me that's not
strategically planned breeding
Neighborhoods overcrowded
flooded with options for poor
consuming..... Neighborhoods over
crowded swarming with destructive
solutions for financial bleeding's
place two rabbits in a cage with
enough food for one feeding and
sooner or later you'll witness a
presentation of how survival earned
it's meaning
I love everybody,
never favored a particular
flesh concealing but it's proven
everyday day those who mimic
my complexion are constantly
victims of horrible dealings
Amerikka
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R . I . P trayvon martin
mike brown
Eric garner And anyone else who has
been a victim to a hate crime
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Flashing lights....
Invade my sights
when my thoughts
are like...
Divorced thighs..
lips Swelled prepped
to resist my
goodbye...
Constricted hello's
while I play peek aboo
with her insides... her
breast dance to the melody's
played when satisfaction stops
to say hi...
I love her music, encouragement
for our momentary desires to
continue fusing..... Her ******
brewing, intimate temperatures
beg sensation to convert into
fluid, her appreciation
oozing...
waste that demands
a volume increase
in her music while
her legs mimic the
speech of someone
in need of a pronunciation
improvement... Her stomach
too friended that stuttering
movement.... Excitement's
introduction to the lungs
is a bit confusing altering
the amount of air needed
and what the body loses
I love her music...
Soundtracks of lust
play from our bodies
as we continue this
bonded movement...
her tones, multi pitched
moans mixed with the
bathing sound of her ocean
cruising... our boats collide
lending us such blissful
bruisings,
smooth sailing.....
her unlimited supply
of friction proofing
I love her music
Day dreaming
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
Unusual I've been
labeled, they laugh
I am handicap because
their prints I refuse
to follow so I'm
disabled ....
Never purposely
tried to portray this
rose amongst the
many leaves I'm just
walking my destined
path our god happened
to lead..... We all wasn't
born to sprout from your
common tree, some of
us unseen until the beauty
explodes from
underneath, or some of us
live beneath empowering
the entire scene from the root
to the roof we all have different
means
Antisocial I've been
labeled, they laugh I
am handicap because
I lack the ability to
see... What am I looking
for if my care only supports
the thought of lead? Blind
to what ever they claim resides
in front of me so they call me
weird and stare at me
awkwardly
Never will I
take part in ****
that don't interest
me just to sport another's
shoe I say f*ck your
common feet...
I'm sorry... I laugh
because you allowed your
god granted free will to
become extinct... your
handicap brainwashed
into believing that there's
only one way to think
Unusual
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
When something's not
right..... Homeless, unsheltered
by your category of routine....
it may invite emotions mental
security hired for the dismissal
of any loitering
angry disappointment and frustration
just to name a few guards within
your mind who's considered the
most mean, tell me again why
your mind requested it's streets
to be clean
we are rich....
with health so many
can't even afford to
breathe... Can you
imagine living with
dreams of being able
to breathe absent
machines, or...: having
to bathe and hydrate
your child with water's
struck with a disease that
feast on living things, I'm
not revoking your right
to complain just lending
you the thought of the
perception of you through another's
lens may mimic the one of
a king
we take so much for
granted and stress the
minor things when so
many struggle to survive
and pray that god intervenes
Silenced
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
I find it amazing that you can
Create an entire civilization with
just one female.... A lot of you women
really don't understand your true worth
She means to me...
What the lung means
to breathe... what the
arm means to sleeves
If one was convinced
there soon to freeze
She means to you...
What the breeze mean
to leaves....what the fall
means to trees if it
was that time when
the branches clothing
is freed
She means to we...
What a life means
to conceive.. what
a blessing means to
receive if ones thought
aimed toward the sky
with intent on a gift to
retrieve
How could a man....
Raise his hand
to something so
precious... In attempt
to sending a message
which was inspired by
senseless aggression
How could we stand.....
absent her gift of
reproduction....yes
"I" provide the seed
but absent "her " soil
life would mean nothing
How would one see..
If their eyes wasn't
equipped with vision...
"He" without "her" is
equivalent to a mind
which lacks decision
How could one speak....
If there was no
knowledge of speech...
the existence of man
lives in her hand her
creations beyond unique
sometimes her value
is misplaced stolen
somewhere along her
journey... Love disguises
the thief it's usually someone
she thought was worthy
never allow your care for
another to shield you from
your purpose.... God doesn't
make mistakes your the route
to life it's "she" who the world
should worship
She means to me
(c) 2012 viewtifulink
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Exhausted pens....
blood fused prints
due to dedications
love for the taste of
my skin... My lids
far from friends, they
never meet blind to
the sun's retreat the
moon's indication to
sleep misunderstood
because success has
arrested my ability to
comprehend
hopeless dreams...
energy shaving
thoughts of my blessing
of expression being
a feeding the world
needs.. until I shackle
the worlds attention
forever is the time my
watch will read even
if impossible acts as the
platter that shelters what
I intend to feed
Long days and forever nights
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Freedom: exemption from external
control.
are we free? where I live
it's rare to encounter one
who's skin shares no resemblance
with me.. If so he's protected by
a shield that grants him authority
Time has been granted
the assist to ending
slavery people they never
removed the chains they just
made them hard to
see..
schools equalized in
a sense that they welcome
you and me yet I've been
in four schools through twelve
years and my complexion stained
the flesh of ninety percent of those
who weren't qualified to teach
are we free? Freedom of
choice now an ability
but what we're given
for choice rotates the
cycle that eats my
community
****** and sports
two of the easiest routes
to living successfully so
they flood our streets
with what is needed to
build the thought that
this skill came naturally
practice makes perfect
there's courts every
where your sights
can reach while drugs
were placed here as an
option which aided in
feeding and destroying
families, with drugs came
weapons defending what's
yours a necessity so we ****
then go to prison that's two
for the price of our standard
desire to feed
this story to common
in a rappers break down
of what he's seen, most
good at story telling so
they sell stories of surviving
such horrid scenes... through
media free of charge we continue
to purchase fraudulent dreams
only to mimic with hope
on living successfully
as for athletes, naturally
we are prepared
physically, once were
good enough were promoted
to a higher level of
minority... Television and
money a platform that feeds
us clarity so our youth strives
to become worthy enough to
live on that expensive leash
this is just my
opinion my people
were never truly
freed some may have
made it past thee control
but never lived long enough
to guide our release
Still a slave
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
to her thighs....
my taste buds
so eager to say hi,
if I was asked to describe
I'd say just look
outside, Around the
time... when the moon
was destined to hide and
air conditioners kidnapped
the space windows and their
sills used to collide
While i strive, tongue
kicks a lure for her
sweet surprise.... That
collapse in time mimics
the anticipation of a
hydrant's refreshing
jolt when it's hot outside
her satisfactions
introduction feeds me
the thrill of that last
day of school during
dismissal time, freedom
for what seems like forever
it's two month limit always
fled past your mind
When she divides
and reveals the treasures
her structure was built
to hide... My taste buds
reunite with the flavors
of summertime
taste like summertime
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
She's beautiful,
a **** the average eye
is trained not to see...
the world blind to her
means that vision blurred
by the portrayal of ****
lent by society
her soft outer shell
encouragement for
what they want you
to see, once they arrested
the worlds attention "she"
grew interest in what grants
popularity
Altered memories, no
registry of her gift to
conceive... Her worth
shaved down to how
well her legs accept the
hug of her jeans.... or if
she influenced his thoughts
of sharing scenes that were
opposite clean, her purpose
thrown so far from her god
handed genes of a queen
Kissed by society
some of you women
surrender to what
the world tells you
to be... How dare
you forfeit your worth
when our creator believed
in "you" and not in "me"
Kissed by society
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC