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Can't blame society
But might blame the parent
And in some cases the church avoidance

Daily upon the street, a black youth is killed
Yes, daily
And there are various reasons
Because in some cases they involve the innocence

But does the black churches address the issue
More gloss over it with a light-hearted sermon
Unlike in the fifties and the sixties when the truth was addressed and told

Black male youth killed and all we hear is by the police
And it's true and that more because of the visualization hue
But what about the black male youth too?

Many out passed the time they should be
And many parents not addressing this theme.
But as soon one is killed by another black youth

Many folks are up in a rumble
Offering a solution like that will solve the problem
Youth, need more to do

There are jobs in society
And determination get you ahead
Now, let address the parents

Your child isn't your friend
We hear this time and time again
And gangs hold no purpose in life
Mainly weak males hiding behind the strength of  intimidation
And that's of the members

Blame not the cops for everything
When many parents, uncles, aunts have control.

Cover not for the drug dealers in your community
Even if they in your family

Look within before your blame the outside forces
Embrace the pride established within
wearing worries like body paint,
i scrub at my face with
fingers twitching. i want to be held
linked and locked down
with love this time, not *******.

each twinge in my sternum
reminds me how unsafe i really am,
living lavish in a daydream-
watching butterflies while dollars fly-
but faces make me face fears sometimes.

i would hate to lose sight of this one,
a little glimpse of heaven in
freckles by the thousands;
racking up riches in joy
despite all the bills & bad dreams piling.

it seems a mistake to measure life
by love, living in a world bent on
material successes & managing debt
but i guess i can give into gratitude
coz its price is peacefulness.
04 oct 2019
anxieties amidst blessings
 Jul 25 Skylar Turner
You reap what you sow into your bloodstained velvet robes,
and you don’t have power just because a crown of thorns sits on your tortured and beaten mind,
You have power because you need control.
You have power because you make me weak.
But one day i’ll strip you of your robes.
I’ll rid you of of your crown.
I’ll stand up to you.
And I won’t be afraid.

I won’t be afraid.
 Jul 25 Skylar Turner
i almost had a midlife crisis and dyed my hair a soft baby pink

it woulda been pretty

pair it with a tattoo under my eye

a broken heart on one side

a sparkling star on the other

but then i thought to myself, it’s not exactly a midlife crisis if i’m only 16

more of a quarter life crisis

not nearly as dramatic

so i settled for painting my nails pink instead
it’s been a wild summer. lots of emotions.
And I am a Woman
who so knows herself
my inner power
alive and kicking
more as each
Blessed year
passes by
My light growing
my blood flowing
into the Universe
as it speaks through me
I have strength
that could electrify
a thousand stars
gathered over many years
of my life's battles
and wars
Mine is a quiet sort
Of fortitude
unstoppable with tears
I am my own warrioress
When it comes to my fears
I have my guides
and they know me well
goddesses and angels…
old friends
magic spells

But nevertheless
I have
A vulnerable side
Underneath the layers
Of protection and pride
an enchanted forest
of moss and green
a sacred space
that only few will see
Inside this inner sanctum
I am as soft as
fine silk
I let down my guard
as emotions flow
like milk

I am an unlikely
desert flower
Who just wants to
open up to you
to be opened
petal by petal
to receive the waters
of your tender care
most vulnerable
with her
stamen exposed
to be cherished
in the cool night air
I am delicate
as tiny spring buds
caught in the
harshest winter
yet who persists
despite the odds
to keep her
cold spots warm

There is a rumor
In the foreign lands.
Some say
(especially in the East)
I have the elixirs
to tame
the most savage
kind of beasts
as they come for a
sweet, well deserved rest
lay their huge, furry heads
upon my tender breast)

As for you, my Wild One
I think I hold the potion
to the key to your heart
to your beautiful soul….
Yes, poetry in motion
I want to bring it such light
Ignite your embers
To a spark
I could fill you up
So much
You just might not
feel your inner

But there is something
important to remember
The One who finds my key
Is the one
Who will be crowned
Of my tender soul
In all its hues
And asymmetry
Oh, Please, my love
Use it wisely
With the most loving
Of discretion
For under the armor
My heart beats raw
Laid bare
To love and passion

My pain will have no end
And I will have to go
Into battle once again

Inside my
sacred cave
I rest
Need to re-charge
For the next
Battle cry
Lift up
Your heart,
To me, my love
Release it
Let it
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