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olivia-robinson
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just a young lady trying to live a peaceful life full of spontaneous stories and adventures. / expecting the unexpected. / peace&&blessings;.
I don't apologize for my blackness and your fear seems like this beautiful melanin enriched skin is a blessing and a curse. police offers using our young men's as target practice ripping our rich black roots from the ground and scathing them them all over the cold blood stained concrete streets that my people paved.they just want us to dance sing and play ball to entertain them. they don't want us to succeed and move on to bigger and better things so sinister grins creep upon their faces as they watch us slaughter eachother in the streets. they watch us struggle to get out of poverty they say we're all on welfare and ain't **** but how can we move up in the world and get out of poverty when this system wasn't built to benefit us? we are more than the stereotypes. we are doctors lawyers entrepreneurs nurses designers filmmakers activist.we are intelligent intellectual beings with knowledge that surpasses all understanding. they don't want us to open our mouths and speak our truth...they want us to shut up and chuck and jive and kiss their pasty white ***** to the bone they want us to ignore the blatant racism and discrimination we face everyday and be content that we aren't enduring as much pain as the ones before us have. but we will not shut up. we do experience racism. we do experience discrimination. and our people are dying everyday from it.how dare you utter the words respect yourself and well respect your from the same mouth that slandered my ppl and taught us to hate ourselves with? we were taught to love everything that was white and hate everything that was black and love blonde long straight hair and blue eyes and hate our chocolate skin and ***** hair but these ***** roots are deep...no matter how much you try and destroy them they are deep and run through us all. so my brothers and sisters... be proud of your roots take care of your roots embrace your roots love everything about yourself from that ***** *** hair that breaks all the teeth of your comb to your chocolate skin that glows in the sunlight and those strong minds and powerful voices because black is beautiful, black is powerful black is brilliant, black matters.
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
Untitled (rough draft).
I don't apologize for my blackness and your fear seems like this beautiful melanin enriched skin is a blessing and a curse. police offers using our young men's as target practice ripping our rich black roots from the ground and scathing them them all over the cold blood stained concrete streets that my people paved.they just want us to dance sing and play ball to entertain them. they don't want us to succeed and move on to bigger and better things so sinister grins creep upon their faces as they watch us slaughter eachother in the streets. they watch us struggle to get out of poverty they say we're all on welfare and ain't **** but how can we move up in the world and get out of poverty when this system wasn't built to benefit us? we are more than the stereotypes. we are doctors lawyers entrepreneurs nurses designers filmmakers activist.we are intelligent intellectual beings with knowledge that surpasses all understanding. they don't want us to open our mouths and speak our truth...they want us to shut up and chuck and jive and kiss their pasty white ***** to the bone they want us to ignore the blatant racism and discrimination we face everyday and be content that we aren't enduring as much pain as the ones before us have. but we will not shut up. we do experience racism. we do experience discrimination. and our people are dying everyday from it.how dare you utter the words respect yourself and well respect your from the same mouth that slandered my ppl and taught us to hate ourselves with? we were taught to love everything that was white and hate everything that was black and love blonde long straight hair and blue eyes and hate our chocolate skin and ***** hair but these ***** roots are deep...no matter how much you try and destroy them they are deep and run through us all. so my brothers and sisters... be proud of your roots take care of your roots embrace your roots love everything about yourself from that ***** *** hair that breaks all the teeth of your comb to your chocolate skin that glows in the sunlight and those strong minds and powerful voices because black is beautiful, black is powerful black is brilliant, black matters.
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bindi's grace the top of her mocha forehead. wrist draped with bangles.      African soul. style so Afrocentric              afro so black panther fist high in the air she is black pride. she embraces the motherland with open arms and is proud of her heritage. music notes hidden in the blacks of her eye. she is music. hiphop and r&b.; tupac's  lyrics ingraved on her tongue. words of left eye instilled in her brain.               music gives her life. voice of an angel yet  she stays mute. black ink at her fingertips and a notebook always at her side. she is a lyrisit. she is sassy. press the wrong button and she's gone for a moment but will soon comeback to earth. a beautiful quiet vibrant soul she is indeed.  stubborn and mean at times but still as sweet as the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot summers day. she is Africa. she is India. she is Haiti. she is black pride. she is music. she is poetry. she is wonderful. she is comical. she is lovely. she is classy. she is my big sister.                                     O.Rob.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
ode to tamara.
SEÑORITA you've        CHANGED but not for the better. it seems as if he has you wrapped around his grimy little finger.      cupid has surely done it again. you're "love"struck or at least you think you are. forgetting what you think is morally right for a       guy who is not worth your time or tears. after all the heartbreaks and "I told you so"s   KNOCKING you down to the grown don't you feel exhausted from all the abuse?       I guess not. but I understand that you can't just abandon those strong feelings.     I see the fist of steel has a tight grip on you and it will soon knock you down again.             BUT will your friends be there with their first aid kit to help soothe the pain?             OR will you be left alone to mend your own broken heart? O.Rob.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
poems for friends series; another poem for jazzi.
decembers almost here, snows already on the ground, time seems to be just passing us by. O.Rob.
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
seasons change.
to my favorite white girl I know you've been through a lot. gray clouds filled with thoughts of suicide have hung over your head. red marks have smothered your arms. pain filled tears have rolled of your freckled cheeks. but no more. no more pain. no more dark clouds.       no more scars. only happiness sunny days and smiles. because you are loved and thought of. you have such a beautiful soul. you can make anyone's day with your ***** remarks, big bright smile, and your warm hugs. hold your head up high and smile.                        because you deserve it. O.Rob.
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
poems for friends series; rissa.
I remember that summer of 2012 we came down south. you were just as sweet as can be and so happy to see us. after two weeks of fun we had to leave. I can remember the exact words you said before we left."I sholl wish yall could stay longer.I'm really gon miss y'all..love you". I will never forget those words. like I will never forget the horrid shriek that interrupted my sleep at 10pm November 11th. it came from my mothers room. "she gone.I don't have a mother or a father.she gone" replayed over and over and over again. tears started  to pour from my eyes and unto my pillow as I heard the pain guilt and hurt that filled my mothers voice. though we weren't close, I felt like we were that summer ,welcomed and loved by all the southern hospitality. even though we weren't as close, it hurts to have someone you love pass away. so Booker girls and boys it'll be alright, dry your sullen eyes for your mother and father will now be together again and can rest peacefully in paradise. remember to stay strong and to keep the family together. no fussing, no fighting just peace love and happiness. stay lifted in prayer and know that god is here to help you through this hard time. Rest in PEACE Shelly Jean Booker you ARE missed. O.Rob.
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
gone but never forgotten.
flower child. so soft spoken and sweet.             you are my hippy sister. fashionista you set trends.          I love your vibe. so calm and carefree. with a creative mind and unique soul                         you are art. I can imagine you with a                               big curly fro. paint cans, brushes and canvases                cluttering your NewYork flat as sounds of Lana del Rey and Jhene Aiko               fill your apartment and posters of Aubrey Graham grace your walls           ten years from now. O.Rob.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
poems for friends series; nini
Pretty light skin curly hair brown eyes tough on the exterior but sensitive on the inside. Cool calm and collective and let's you know how it is . Truthful and honest some may take for being    negative                but she's just keepin it real. Seems happy and smiles on the outside but you can see the pain in those brown eyes. my sistah.my homie. my friend. I miss how tight we used to be and I fear that you feel like you can't tell anyone anything. But wheneva yah need me just call me I may not pick up on time but I'll always call you back cause I love my youngins and you been there for me and listened to all my stories just want you to know that your loved and have friends to help you thru the good and bad no longer will you have to feel alone . Just know you have friends here to help yah through yah hard times . And remember SMILE O.Rob.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
poems for friends series; randa.
SEÑORITA so young and naive wears her heart on her sleeve exposed to what she doesn't need Disguised as a nice guy but really he's no good but no ones words can shake this feeling she's feeling inside Shes fallen and it's hard for her to get back up with and billion "I told you so's"pushing her back on the ground   She's hurt now bruised heart and scratched up feelings But she's young and will make mistakes an she's trying to fight this feeling but it's strong with fist of steel but one day she'll build the strength to beat them down But for now it's time to heal those open wounds and your friends are here with a first aid kit to help the pain go away O.Rob.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
poems for friends series; jazzi.
i feel like a free spirit who is trapped.                     i don't know why. O.Rob.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
confusion.