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suittsyouwrite
suittsyouwrite
Writer. Cuddler. Poet. Brother. Friend. Fighter. Lover. Peace Worker. ChapelHillian. Son. Heavy Breather. Musician. Traveller. Performer...
On the night I learn about Demitri Allison I smoke and I cry And I drink And I try And I talk And I laugh Like I ain’t me I look in the mirror And I look in the mirror And I see And I look Again I reflect And I respect This shell that leaves me without helmet Exposed To the elements Prison Statistics Poor Health And I wanna go home Let my family know I am not A brown boy falling from 3000 miles up
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Falling Up
People who fight their battles alone either lose the battle or lose themselves.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
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I am reaching A point Where it is not enough for them to lovethis body What it can do what it looks like when its doing it So Very Over it all A whirlwind of wanting Floods my face From her Atlantic eyes Part C with sight Rising high water blues Blind Lemon Jefferson Sonnet I am Drowning In the Sound
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Person(being of sound)
Poetry is conversational we are all born with the ability to learn make sound For a people with a language given we make it our own create new versions innovate and that ingenuity is nothing to be ashamed of I am not in the business of creating bourgeois black kids I am only interested in young brown bodies being able to articulate and tell their stories That is All.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
The Class(Room)
So you see there is no place for us We must create it Being born outside of the context It does us no good to pretend there is some safe space That if we protect this body our mind may not be corrupted I will not be a black stone hard and holding all of the worlds bad energy I am not broken The rules are We are
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Black Stone