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Uzzie Jun 2018
You're most precious when you are raw
Uzzie Apr 2018
I love story tellers
Truth is...
It doesn't matter what you do as a black man, you'll forever feel enslaved.
From birth we are groomed to get "our" own.
Yes you are black. You can think are free, but tomorrow you need. Get up and get your own
I love being black.
Protect yourself,
Protect the race.
Child get your own but don't forget about your kind.
Doesn't matter what you are, what you do, who drives you... But tomorrow you going to get your own...Absent father's, Gold digger's, single mothers, *******'s, graduates , millionaires.
Get up and get your own... Work until you "think" have settled , you are now able to employ individuals...
There's Tomorrow we need to consider...
Yes you will struggle but you'll get a taste of making it...
If it's a degree, go get it.
If it's a target you need to reach, reach it.
A table you need to serve, serve it.
A street you need to sweep, sweep it.
A scene you need to capture, capture every scene in detail...

Because, tomorrow , black Child you need to go get your own.
Uzzie Apr 2018
Pain, I am in love with you. I love how you find comfort in my heart. I love how you assure me of your presence. I love how I fear you, every night I allow your chest to be my pillow. I love how you make me realize how slow time is for dark nights to tick.In darkness you give me reasonable hugs to allow you to fiddle with my soul. Pain, I'm in love with how you settle in my heart and lay foundation of fear. I love how I become lost in your thoughts, your vision. I love how you've allowed me to live by opinions and expectations. I love how you ******* lips and remind me that you are nothing but a heavy object that befriends ashes to burn my character and erase my happiness: allowing joy, freedom and love to not engage with me and just let it pass by.
Pain I'm in love with you, I love how you are always there when I need you most.
Uzzie Jan 2018
I’ve stripped in front of mirrors
Poles on the side
Legs loose
Insanity.
I’ve closed eyes to kiss
Opened my mouth to twirl with tongues.
Nose against his
I’ve smelt his scent, took it to have.

Before bottom lips were felt,
I’ve laid against chests
Heartbeats whispered in ears .
Desperate for changes to cease the moment.
These lips have bled,
They have laid lives;
One in caskets
The other living to tell the tale .
My canvas rescued in fairytales.
He dug in these cherry lips
Threw uncaptured souls on my covers.
I’ve spread wide in these sheets
Dripped with Pit-bull drools
These hands have raised
Have nurtured
Have done hand jobs.
Black roses I’ve blown for.
In my high
I’ve read minds
I’ve been Queen
Dressed in feathers
Crowned with featherless pigeons.
1,2,3.
I slipped out of my fantasy
To be laid yet again on this bed.
Another one night stand to hold on to.
Only these walls will live to tell the tale
Of my devoured bottom lips.

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