These decorative shackles I wear
Make me feel superior I know if my ancestors were to see me, they’d look in despair
I wear my diamond choker
And my gold rope chain slangs
I can’t wait for chaining day as I pride fully walk to the jeweler whistling and sing
These decorative shackles I wear
Ease the generational pains of the slave and tribal warfare
I know if our ancestors were to see us now, they’d see kings, queens and heirs
I sail the Atlantic ocean in large ships in awe at the view and the majestic blue
Ironically my ancestors sailed before me, but in slave sloops
Forgetting that this water tells my story, his-story and has my blood too
Only the strongest melaninated few surpass this ocean leaving a few behind
The only time they were freed from their shackles was when death took over
Deposing them over board
Never to see beyond that blinding hopeful horizon line
These decorative shackles I wear
These expensive whips I own- merely make up for what my ancestors never owned
If our ancestors could see us now
I wonder if they’d be proud
Perhaps they would frown and say
“You’re the modern day slaves now.”
From chains to chains you see how the cycle of black lives go
We’re the new era slaves this story is yet untold
These decorative shackles we flaunt and wear
Help to make the
European man billionaires.
These decorative shackles and chains make me feel free
It’s like I’m buying my form of freedom concealed as luxury.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
What is our life? The play of passion.
Our mirth? The music of division:
Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for life’s short comedy.
The earth the stage; Heaven the spectator is,
Who sits and views whosoe’er doth act amiss.
The graves which hide us from the scorching sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus playing post we to our latest rest,
And then we die in earnest, not in jest.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
But how then could you die;
if not yet lived!
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Do not trust me, for I'm a poet
I will analyze and read you
Stanza by stanza
hook by hook
My aim is to open you up
Enabling your thoughts to intertwine with mine & to fall obsession towards me just by my words
Like your favorite childhood book.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
They say love has no face- so how can love be blind?
I heard failures make for good success stories, but how if I'm afraid to fall
better yet fly?
I know we are made up of matter from the universe like the cosmos, galaxy and stars, but why can't
I shine and shoot across the sky?
Good triumphs evil, but I still am a skeptic
If this is so
why is my world so corrupt and hectic?
I know that if you speak it into existence, it will eventually become yours
so why is it what I ask for..
I've never seen it knock at my
door?
Its factual that we all are blessed with the breath
of life
But why are we also cursed with the kiss of death?
We think we see all, but what all exist ?
I want to know the meaning of life and what's the purpose
I want to know why there's more questions than answers
On my life-long list.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
This one goes with the others. The other stash away poems with your name on it. Its a shame that you'll never read these in your lifetime. Funny how youre close to my heart but far past my mind.
I want to let you in and all but other days I feel as if you wouldnt appreciate & take tender care of it. I'm afraid that you will not be able to understand my complexity & that there's more to me than I seem.
But how can I take you on a tour of my mind when I gave you my heart & you're abusing it? My sanity is 'bout the only thing i have left- if I even have that. I would be a fool to give my mind & heart for you to keep then bash me with my own feelings,
all because I let you in. My fears in letting you in stick deep. Which is why I have these writings stashed away, maybe one day you'll be prepared to face the real me.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
growing up I never knew that the only color visible to me would be blue.
How can there be colors if we're all blue? The harsh realities of life, stress and anxiety creates that hue.
Although my mind is in a cluster,
I cant help but to wonder,
why did I rush to become this ?The thoughts I had of my life were past lavish.
Blue is the only color I see
As if my thoughts are the sea. I try to drown my fears & anxiety , but they can swim & no one told me. Why did I try to do such a thing? Now all they do is haunt me & bring me pain and romp & disturb my soul.
For God's sake I'm too young to be feeling this old. Take me back to the glory days, I miss how things used to be. Back in the days when I had a family. And by my side-
grammy.
Take me back to the glory days when only innocent thoughts would rave -
in my mind. Those were the glory times.
How did I become to this state when all I see is blue ?
I know I wear glasses, but tell me do I need new eyes too?
Trivial times, I'm facing head - head. "Nothing matters , yet everything matters." I said. My feelings, anxiety and stress ahead cant **** me if i'm already dead.
I want to change my perspective. I want to see other hues. I wish I had someone that could change my life from this blue.
tbc... // (g.m)
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
To guide me thru the night
And to rid my thoughts of every fright
To purify my dreams from death
& avoid the devil becoming a threat
If i should die before i wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
To take my young soul to the streets of honey & house of gold
Rather than becoming a victim of the underworld where sin prevails & evil lurks every soul
I wish my sins be forgiven, but my life be one that's worth living
If I should die before i wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
& walk with me thru the night and wake me up with the morning's light
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
"I have learned the power of words....because if he said let there be light and there was then..man imagine where our words can take us"
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
My other half ;you became
until one day you had put me to shame
'My other half' i no longer claimed
for I had told you to restrain
My spite soon reached it's peak
until one day I said “No more being meek”
My wrath I did not tell nor show
because I remembered how Karma goes
Since my wrath went untold
The more my wrath began to grow
Fake smiles & "okays"; I gave out like drugs
Because it indicated that I had felt nothing but inside my heart lugged
The plastic genuine-like smile allowed you to come back in my arms like men & dogs
But then it dawned on me that I got no apology for what you had done to me
So on that day I got even with my enemy
My foe thought we were on good terms
But no, a lesson is meant to be learnt
The secrets that foe shared with me
was now exposed for everyone to see
My foe was put to shame in the public eye
Maybe they will learn in due time that the game I was playing was such a beautiful lie
It occurred to my foe that
It was a plot & that my intentions were sly
and also that
Karma's a *****
& so was I.
(g.p)
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC