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The Guardian Apr 2018
Abandoned by the voice of my ancestors, all I ever seek was to see where these tree line emerged.

I stand in front of a wall that prohibits my vision, I no longer see the other side where my fortune is buried.

I stretch my palm up high  reaching out for a fruit, but lady in red was a disguise I consumed a forbidden fruit.

Intoxicated by a liquid dripping  from a disposed Malibu, blinded by a material soft enough to cover my dark days.

Like a vulture, I waited for the hungry to feed, and when their pockets where full I consumed the sweetest remains.

Beware of falling for the serpent that slithers in the greenest of grasses, beware of falling for the image that reflects in the cleanest of mirrors, beware of falling for the Phoenix that rose from the finest of Ashe's.

Beware of the vicious killer with the whitest of teeth, for her smile will swallow you whole.

Beware of the sharpest poet with a pen in hand, for she will scribe the harshest of words that will forever reside in your heart.
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The Guardian Mar 2018
Am I really allowed to miss you?
You left me at a very young age the memories are few
TO: My Late Mother
your son has a simple question that requires attention and answers! I hope that one day when we meet again you can remind me of all the good times we never had. keep on being my greatest guardian in heaven, and I will remain to be your faithful guardian on earth

Love.Yours
The Guardian Mar 2018
I dream of a smile
Enchanted forests upon the deep ends of the Nile
So priceless makes my heart skip a beat and run a mile

I dream of a smile
A smile that awakens my inner senses
And finally one can smell my delicate essence

I dream of a smile
In the dream I feel lost as if giving birth
Darkness over shadowing my path
But thy smile gave me light where I walked with pride
And gave me speed of a runaway bride
The Guardian Mar 2018
Thou my path I walk is bright
Sometimes I seem to forget and walk in the delicate night.
Darkness used to follow my shadow,
But now I walk with pride for I have fallen below.

Thou my path I walk is bright
Sometimes I care not for my tomorrow,
Because today be the day I burry my deepest sorrow...
The Guardian Feb 2018
Why should you really strain my freedom?
Never prayed for much
Never wished for less
Why should my fellow sister do your chores?
You are always outdoors
While they wipe your ***** floors
Too lazy to work
You forced my fellow brother to labor
He totally left home and I lost a neighbor

Discriminated against
Pampered with racist insults my hand can’t prevent
Blood dropping with my instinct pulse
The feeling of power made you forget to respect yours adults
I waited on society for results
But In return I received a bag full of insults.

I ask why you should strain my freedom
Should I always stay silent?
While you keep on being as violent
Would my request be as granted?

All I ask for is freedom
Paradise stop
The sound from my furthers flop
Please unchain my Africans as you let them hop with joy
The Guardian Feb 2018
You should have cried when you still had the chance to,
You should have raised your voice as high to wake the black goons.

Black child the beautiful black pearl,
Never lose your root stay a good girl.

Never follow the pack for you might get lost in the mist of the night, stay natural and wait for the sun will shine as bright.

Black child the beautiful black pearl,
Never temper with your hair to pleas any man.

Rather than drawing your eyebrows, draw your shadow as dark, and let you confidence be on flick. Rather than applying expensive make-up, build your respect and self-love on a strong foundation. Rather than putting a high class weave on your head, let your mentality be of high grade.

Trust your reflection without looking on a mirror, because you are a template to a new era.

Black child the beautiful black pearl,
Never lose your root stay a good girl.
"trust in your reflection without looking at a mirror, because you are a template to a new era" poem inspired by perfection of inner beauty of a goddess
The Guardian Feb 2018
Physics emphasized why I am slow
Math proved I can flow
And most of all ART knows I put out a show
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