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Its now clear
that though we are together today,
but one day we will not be same
again.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
PSR
It waits for me atop the stair
An eerie presence from I know not where
I cannot feel it, when the sun shines bright
but I sense it as sunsets, It becomes the night

It shares the same space
the same air that I breathe
It's been here since childhood
It will never leave

I feel it behind me
I am seldom alone
Hot breath on my neck
It chills to the bone

I try to escape it
But It's become part of me
I created this demon
Now I cannot break free
Beware! Beware!
To all those who wish
To sail the sea of Love

Make sure your ship is
Sturdy and sound
And bring a bucket
To bail out the water

Beware! Beware!
To those who sail
To far off lands

Turbulent storms
Cannot be avoided
But the destination
May well be worth it

Beware! Beware!
To those who sink
To dark depths

True hate
Is love's daughter
Do not give birth
To Her

Beware! Beware!
To those going
To jump overboard

Make sure you can swim
By yourself
Do not drown
Or get eaten by sharks

Beware! Beware!
To those who wish
To sail the sea of love

You cannot sail
On two boats
So chose one
Or doom yourself
This one crept up on me out of nowhere.
I have no idea why I wrote this.
I'm proud to say
I'll always be one with you
Wrapped around your sheets of passion
Embracing the aroma of love pushed between the covers
Love it
Like I love your personality
Dance our poetry around the bed
As we glaze into the moonlight
Hold the stars tight
Tonight is the night.
Lord I've tried so hard
They wonder why
I pray to be free
Save me
From what reality became to be
Bless me with truths
This blind eye can't see
My soul
Won't accept this society
This struggle ain't for me
Lord please come save me.
They put deep roots in my veins
Just so I can write one line on this paper
I ride my trust to the government,  the tax payers and the liers
Who stood still for liberation
Enlighten me with your creativity
"Ya ***** nergo! "
And That same ***** headed afro centric nergo  who picked cotton
Who marched for the same textbook like you and I
Got lyched because he wrote with his right,  he hid away at night to write my struggle in his blood.
Cut that dark flesh for righteous teaching
Let that wound sink in 246 years
And we still ain't gain no type of freedom
Our culture has poetry in pages & pages
To weep the sad tears of slaves
And it's sad because people still ain't humble about their education.
Erasing the pain of our own ancestors
Does the color' of your skin
Define your education?
Society, nowadays sing the same ol song
" A change gon' come " As they take away our freedom
But one thing they CAN'T take is our education
One thing they will NOT take is our education.
African slave love education black history
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Ashlea
Yoga
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Ashlea
Breathe in,
Rise up.
Down dog,
And twist.
Serenity washes over you.
You are strong, you are complete, you are able.
Breathe out.
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