rheanadia - Hello Poetry

too much history, where there was pain. so much strength, where I have strained to find you. with all that we have lost, together. I, myself have gained boundless measures within this life. Simple to count... family boots coffee love books winter mystery long nights city lights fog experience music great films cherries fall peaches mangoes the future poets and their poetry. We are not the names we carry. We are the years we wear. We are not cursed creatures. We are not our bodies. We are infinite certainties.

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC

rheanadia

Conclusion

too much history, where there was pain. so much strength, where I have strained to find you. with all that we have lost, together. I, myself have gained boundless measures within this life. Simple to count... family boots coffee love books winter mystery long nights city lights fog experience music great films cherries fall peaches mangoes the future poets and their poetry. We are not the names we carry. We are the years we wear. We are not cursed creatures. We are not our bodies. We are infinite certainties.

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I have taken so many breaths, without you. I have taken so many steps, without you. I have witnessed so many sunrises and seen so many sunsets, without you. I have waken up so many mornings without you and slept countless nights, without you. I have showered many days, without you. I have lived through so many moons, without you. So when you step into my world, I expect you to show me things and fill me with miraculous sensations that I could never experience, without you. © 2015 Rhea Nadia

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Jun 3, 2015

Jun 3, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC

rheanadia

WITHOUT YOU

I have taken so many breaths, without you. I have taken so many steps, without you. I have witnessed so many sunrises and seen so many sunsets, without you. I have waken up so many mornings without you and slept countless nights, without you. I have showered many days, without you. I have lived through so many moons, without you. So when you step into my world, I expect you to show me things and fill me with miraculous sensations that I could never experience, without you. © 2015 Rhea Nadia

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There's a rhythm to these 6 a.m. clouds. A story to tell in each swirl of color ... much like her eyes, a blend of hazel. Cloaked in mystery - and misery. Proof that the traveling winds live within the strands of her light hair. The blended beauty that blew from coast to coast... 6 a.m. feels like love. As sure as you see daylight, there she is. The woman who kissed those clouds behind millions of stars just to prove that love goes the distance. 6 a.m. lasts all day, somewhere in the world. © 2015 Rhea Nadia

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC

rheanadia

From her window

There's a rhythm to these 6 a.m. clouds. A story to tell in each swirl of color ... much like her eyes, a blend of hazel. Cloaked in mystery - and misery. Proof that the traveling winds live within the strands of her light hair. The blended beauty that blew from coast to coast... 6 a.m. feels like love. As sure as you see daylight, there she is. The woman who kissed those clouds behind millions of stars just to prove that love goes the distance. 6 a.m. lasts all day, somewhere in the world. © 2015 Rhea Nadia

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC

This is a man (Malcolm X) I believe gave our Black people confidence in times most needed. He extended common sense amongst scrambled minds and perspective to scholars who thought they had it figured out. His methods, must like a scientist. I'm speaking of the way he even compartmentalized subjects with much harmony and such fluidity. I respect the approaches he took to bind our Black people. I know that he held sincere compassion for the progress of our Black communities. This is why he weighs so heavy on us 50 years later. Probably heavier than ever, he resonates. He rises every time the consistent bullet of injustice pierces the flesh of our people. Each time one falls victim to ignorance or returns to the way they know better than to follow, Malcolm X is there. He is in our Black men, the rebellious hunger. The starvation and thirst will drive you to a point of discipline and control of self or the continuous massacre of dignity, pride and structure in the Black body. We are failing ourselves. We were once victims and for too long stayed that way. We are surely oppressed and have been for too long but we are not to feel sorry for ourselves. We are not to help the oppressor further press us down into our own graves. We are not victims anymore. We are not to allow others to sympathize for us. We are not the minority, they may say what they will. We have learned far too many lessons and we have had far too many teachers to continue letting this ignorance run through and destroy our beauty. Volumes of lectures, instructions - literally the key to rising is in our possession and we have failed generation after generation to seam our strengths and unlock what is already ours. We have been warned, it will not be an easy task nor a joyful journey. We will fight, we will bleed, we will not rest many nights, we will not look the same many years from now, we will not hold the same energy, we will not have the amount of time that we have at this very moment. The amount of time that we have to wake up, change and be better for those looking for answers 50 years from now. **Like those before us, it is up to us to leave our words, power and visions as the foundation of inspiration, as the response for what our struggle has really meant and the love that has to be built to get us there. * *© 2015 Rhea Nadia

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC

rheanadia

He kind of pushed me to write...

This is a man (Malcolm X) I believe gave our Black people confidence in times most needed. He extended common sense amongst scrambled minds and perspective to scholars who thought they had it figured out. His methods, must like a scientist. I'm speaking of the way he even compartmentalized subjects with much harmony and such fluidity. I respect the approaches he took to bind our Black people. I know that he held sincere compassion for the progress of our Black communities. This is why he weighs so heavy on us 50 years later. Probably heavier than ever, he resonates. He rises every time the consistent bullet of injustice pierces the flesh of our people. Each time one falls victim to ignorance or returns to the way they know better than to follow, Malcolm X is there. He is in our Black men, the rebellious hunger. The starvation and thirst will drive you to a point of discipline and control of self or the continuous massacre of dignity, pride and structure in the Black body. We are failing ourselves. We were once victims and for too long stayed that way. We are surely oppressed and have been for too long but we are not to feel sorry for ourselves. We are not to help the oppressor further press us down into our own graves. We are not victims anymore. We are not to allow others to sympathize for us. We are not the minority, they may say what they will. We have learned far too many lessons and we have had far too many teachers to continue letting this ignorance run through and destroy our beauty. Volumes of lectures, instructions - literally the key to rising is in our possession and we have failed generation after generation to seam our strengths and unlock what is already ours. We have been warned, it will not be an easy task nor a joyful journey. We will fight, we will bleed, we will not rest many nights, we will not look the same many years from now, we will not hold the same energy, we will not have the amount of time that we have at this very moment. The amount of time that we have to wake up, change and be better for those looking for answers 50 years from now. **Like those before us, it is up to us to leave our words, power and visions as the foundation of inspiration, as the response for what our struggle has really meant and the love that has to be built to get us there. * *© 2015 Rhea Nadia

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give me a topic or a few to write on please.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC