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Pluck May 2018
Christian just made bail, he bout to come home.

We have those type of blessings the devil can’t prolong.

Prayers and works equate to more building than Soho.

I feel God like I’m Poseidhim, sea there won’t be a day I’m not liquid no more.

This not for me, It get passed around, blessings in a rubber band.

Can I stay inside, can I stay humble this summer man?
Pluck May 2018
‪The coldest people were once willing. ‬
‪A complaining hero will become a deaf villain. ‬
‪You always have a choice, & you just so happen to choose not to listen? ‬
‪Stay quiet when their heart goes missing. ‬
Pluck May 2018
God with me, No fear.
Blurry or with path clear,
bad day or good year, No fear.
Suffocating phone calls in the middle of the night saying another has lost the fight, No fear.
While losing saying I’ll win some.
Father passes & is the only source of income,
No fear.
With a heart that’s brittle surrounded by an overwhelming amount of artificial,
No fear.
Failing or three promotions in a year, either way the Devil stays in your ear.
No fear.
It might not work out now, that means work Harder.
Every new day know there’s no sun without a father.
No fear. More prayer. Everyday.
The only thing I fear is losing faith.
Pluck Apr 2018
‪What can I do for you Petty Labelle? ‬
Your true colors have finally been revealed.
It’s about you, you don’t care if your friends fail.
& because you know you’ll never be behind a veil.
It’s a hole that can never heal, you’re shallow &  unbearable.
Very few can stand you for an extended time so the few that can become unsharable.
Now that’s terrible, It must hit hard when you’re alone.
That you could never turn a house into a home.
You’ll be the reason people move out.
& all That’s heard is how people are moving when you open your mouth.
What you’re pitching is only ever caught with a glove.
The true personification of the phrase “only a mother could love.”
Pluck Apr 2018
The breaking point is just like the switch in vampire diaries.
You can turn It off when ever you fail, when the pain is too much, when you’re not a priority.
When It seems the frustrations are piling and the wrongs are never ending.
Be free and break, it’s much less painful than bending.
Sometimes you must be a villain because if you save one more life you’ll lose yourself.
Peace is the only true wealth.
We beg for chances, forgiveness, accomplishments and effort.
& sometimes that’s like waiting for rain while standing in the desert.
Somethings aren’t meant for us, giving up is sometimes a win within a loss.
Just, turn It off.
Pluck Apr 2018
‪My support for women come from me paying attention. ‬
‪To dudes who condemn women with their same intentions. ‬
‪He hanging from the same rope he use to do the lynching. ‬
‪Then he become an activist when you ask him about his mom’s decisions. ‬
‪Must be kidding, ‬
Pluck Apr 2018
We must spread the type of love most people are foreign to.
Pray for someone when they’re ignoring you.
Where there’s anger, there’s no growth.
It’s about others and not me, It can never be both.
I’m writing this poem with a headache, I just took aspirin.
Then It dawned on me not even pain can neutralize passion.
Be passionate about the love you spread.
When the fuel is passion the flame shall never be dead...
Before you give up on someone, take their heart and weigh It.
I used to say I’m not repeating myself, now I ask is there a better way to say It?
Love can’t exist without patience.
& The happiest is usually the one who’s invested in waiting.
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