My **** means so ******* much to me but I **** at deliveries
I guess my talents aren't as big as they're supposed to be
I don't know how I'll make money when I'm 23
I doubt I'll even live to be 23
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Beautiful, bold,brilliant, black.
Behind bars, bankrupt, bloodthirsty, black.
Only a few commit crimes,
Yet my whole race is attacked.
Death certificates always forget to add a fact
These boys, they're black,
And that's all there really is to that.
Seen as thugs and cops only see that,
Hoodies on, face down, oh no, it's a threat!
Who cares if he was just mourning the death
Of his grandfather, brother, cousin or lover,
Who cares about his story,
His dark complexion screams felony.
And because of that, a boy's dead at 17.
And they wonder why the graduation rates are dropping.
Framing the fallen angel as someone he didn't want to be,
On the tv screens for the majority to see,
For the majority to believe that this was meant to be.
But to me and my black community,
Black is beautiful, bold and brilliant.
These murderers on paid leave may tell you something different,
And I know that line is controversial but please hear me out and listen,
I'm a black teen in 2019 surprisingly still living,
And for those who unjustly died, I'll voice my opinion.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Somethings in those coffee brown eyes
It's the way you stare, nothing can compare
The way those hands roam my body like we were sculpted together
Those secret places were meant for you
And you only
I've never felt so selfish
If a girl came at you I swear I'd hurt a *****
And I'm scared because I know I actually mean it
Theres something **** in those eyes
Your ***** words leave me surprised
With you, I truly feel alive
I never thought I could get as high
Without taking something
I'm addicted to you
I'm obsessed with me and you
I dont know but something about you gives me euphoric clues
About spending forever with you
I normally dont think like this but **** baby
I really really like you
That sleepy **** deep voice
You look me in the eyes and call me baby
That **** cancels out all the noise
Because of you I forgot about the other boys
**** last year all I wanna do is be with you
Holding your hand
**** gives me sanity
The way you spot me in a crowd
I finally found him
I found the ******* boy I've wanted
And while you were in Glendale I was in the city by the sea
Waiting impatiently for our worlds to meet
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
My man had me paint his nails but because he's a *****
Yall look at him like his heart's frail
Is there a problem if it is?
He cries and is emotional
But that cant be appropriate
Because he's black he can't not live like this
But we don't really care
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
Your energy makes me go mad
I've never met someone so **** similar
The way you look at me like I'm gold
Your deep attractive calming voice
It gives me comfort and sanity
I feel like you could sing me to sleep
Or tell me sweet little nothings
You treat me like a princess
Something every father wants their daughter to feel like
The way you smile oh my god
I just want to say something stupid to hear that laugh
Again and again
It's something about you
You're the reason the sky is so blue
Most of my days now consist of me thinking about you
And trust me I'm not complaining
Every Frank Ocean song I hear now
I think of you and I
Hanging out at the park playing "self control"
Cuddling and hearing "moon river"
I feel like I'm thinking too far but I dont wanna backtrack
I really hope you're okay with that
I hope we can go together to hear Tyler rap
You're too cool and you don't even know it
I'm starting to like you if you haven't noticed
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
He never responds
He told me I'm pretty but he never responded
For a whole year I kept thinking what I did wrong
Why did I get ghosted
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
I shuffled into the decades old building
The dark velvety purple chairs lined up
The smell of oil and dust from the books stacked up in symmetrical rows seap into the four corners of the room
The walls were supposed to make you feel hope and comfort
But not on that day, not ever again since 2010
"Put your head down" my mother whispered strictly into my ear
As we collectively pass the opened church doors
But being the stubborn Taurus I am
I had to look up out of curiosity
Despite my mother's firm grip trying to keep my neck down
Beyond the aisle separating the two sides of the church she lied
In her delicate creamy white casket
Her eyelids closed shut for her mahogany irises will never be seen again
Her slightly chapped lips in a tight line
I'll never hear her nicknames for me
Those lips will never part
The mornings with salty noodles and streaming phineas and ferb
The afternoons watching judge Judy
The reading together, the joking around
Gone
Gone
Gone
For the great aunt I share those moments with lies helplessly in a casket soon to be buried
Only I have those memories now
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
Being alone makes me cry
Being alone makes my pride die a bit inside
Being alone tears up my insides
Because when I'm alone I realize
That I'm just as much of a loner as I was in 9th grade
The only difference is that my hairs a different color
And I have friends to hang out with
But are they truly my friends
Can I confide in all of them?
I don't know
But I'm still grateful for them
Because during the school day I gain a bit more confidence
But that sisterly love
I don't know man
I think I'll find that when I'm in college
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
Boys.
They know how to unclasp a bra strap,
but they can't open a door.
Boys.
They can't call you beautiful,
but they'll make you tell them their worth
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
You make everything seem like I do it on purpose
Maybe it's because you're a middle child and you crave the attention
I forget to do something one time
And you throw your rage unto me
You lose all sense of sanity
Your anger towards me forces my environment to be silent
I'm forced to endure your ****** off hums
Another Christian rock song
All because of the fact
That I forgot to vacuum last night
You say you don't ask for much from me
But I guess that translates to I must be perfect
I don't know how to be
I'm sorry its 70 degrees and I just want to wear a hoodie
Literally the small things I do to you point out
Then you go insane like a clown
You say I don't care about what you say
But if I didn't give a **** I'd have my own place
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC