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Sep 2019 · 140
Anabel Daughter Of Patricia
The Guardian Sep 2019
Spirit within my spirit reminds me of a place called home.
A place more esthetical and historical than Rome.
I'm staring at a goddess, and her eyes gives me an impression she's seen more than enough
The scars in her wrist told a story that she had it rough.

But then August came
And she re-lived all the horror once more
She aggressively fell on the ground as before
And she was drowning in a pool of her own blood as her screams decorated the floor.

Her silence was golden, only the walls knew of her nakedness
After the dark left and morning came, she wore a mask perfect enough to cover the sadness.

She's stranded in a deserted place
She finds comfort in her own sholders
The warmest place she ever knew changed on her and turned her colder.

Like trees in autumn she's falling apart
She lost everything, and all that's left was a broken heart.

She fell in a trap hiding behind a smile
Deceptive busturd enjoyed dominance, instead he showered her with hurt and punches till she couldn't take no-more. giggles he promised, but instead she cried enough to surpass the Nile.

She had the spirit of a punching bag
Because after all the thrashing and assault, she still had the strength to handle more.
And now she's idle on the floor like before

But unlike before these time she's DEAD
Draw a line when it comes to abuse
Aug 2019 · 222
Fault In My Stars
The Guardian Aug 2019
I gaze at the stars above looking for comfort
I opened my heart, and told the stone beside me all my teething troubles.

In response the stars sent me an angel
Full of comfort she placed her hand on my shoulder, and promised me the stars.
Feb 2019 · 220
Lilly Cries Alone
The Guardian Feb 2019
She stares at an empty grave with an idea of who would fit best
Feb 2019 · 207
Wrecked
The Guardian Feb 2019
What goes through the mind of a suicide bomber with 10 pounds of C4 wrapped around his consistence??
coincidence or a quest to wipe out the wicked from existence.
Oct 2018 · 856
Dear Serpent
The Guardian Oct 2018
Dear Death:
You became a fracture in my bone
I hate you more now, because you took something from me.
Do you really have to be this greedy? We could have come to an arrangement but you took your immoral ways and took them all.
You are like a thorn that keeps shredding my heart into pieces
You like it when I bleed, like a creature in the dark you like me on the edge.
You are a voice in my head that keeps yelling words I can’t pronounce,
You keep speaking a language only you and I understand.
I’m disgusted by you
But most of all I’m humiliated I ever let you close to me
The disguise cloth suits you well; you really got the best of me
You rolled a smile that bought me to ease
You consoled me when I was sad, you told me your teething troubles I told you my deepest secrets.
I trusted you, but you became a fracture in my bone.
You held me to the wall with a folk sharp enough to slice my vanity, I thought you were in performance but you were serious you left me there, you left me hanging.
You are so full of yourself; you didn’t even realize the soreness you left on my concise self.
You are a fracture on my tibia,
You deny me to stroll like a soldier of pride.
You are dirt under my polished nails; the effort was just a waste of time.
You miserable, ungrateful, arrogant, greedy *******
You conveyed darkness and steered it to my direction
I wish you decompose
I wish you get washed off by heavy rains of September and evaporate into thin air
I wish you get shot at a target practice, so I can burn your dead tissue
I hate you
I hate what you made out of me.
Oct 2018 · 277
Suicidal Thoughts.
The Guardian Oct 2018
I kept hiding in the shade,
Even though I knew I wasn’t afraid.
Walking in the dark end of the lonely street,
Where everything seemed to be under my feet

Suicidal thoughts pouring in my mind,
Hoping a better solution I might find.

I long for an ending, I long for a happily-ever-after,
I long for a smile, I long for a longer laughter.

Is these really how it ends?
Is these my passage way into the badlands?
I hope these doesn't end with a rope around my neck
I hope it doesn't end with a burden around my back  

Suicidal thoughts pouring in my mind,
Hoping a better solution I might find.

"You Know Best What My Punishment Ought To Be
Only-Only-Don't Make It More Than I Can Bear!"
Sep 2018 · 1.5k
She Cuts Too Deep
The Guardian Sep 2018
She Cuts Too Deep
Gypsy grant her wish and take her away
She cuts too deep, her riptide veins are dry like Spanish wine

The world brings pain to her shed, she cries too much her salted tears killed her mother's favorite flower.

Her pillow speaks ill of her, she sleeps no more. Her entwined stomach grows lonely, full of rage she eats no more.

She's lost in the dark, lost in the delicate night's of September. Gypsy show her a glimpse of light, show her where words of wisdom are written.

Her eyes are starring at the galaxy from far, she's trapped in the clouds isolated from the treacherous crowds.

She cut's too deep the ground is familiar with the taste of her bone marrow, Azrael sticks around but the pills won't go down fast enough.

Gypsy grant her wish and take her away
Take her to a place of sonnet's, a place of rhythm and rhyme, a place of poet's.
Azrael- The God Of Death
Sep 2018 · 180
Master In Disguise Pt2
The Guardian Sep 2018
Funny How My Heart Feels Safer When You Hold It, Like You Are Not The One Who Broke It.
Sep 2018 · 159
Mrs Me
The Guardian Sep 2018
It tears me up
It's all wrong, but it's all right

I'm crushing on you, And as much as I knew
Thinking about you was never new

Exhausted as I cry
Head up to the sky
I hardly thought of you thigh.

Like diamonds at night
Your eyes sparkle bright
It tears me up, but still it's love at first sight.

When will you notice??
That my eye has a motive, I feel hopeless and you know these

Poor girl
The beautiful black pearl
Little did she know, she put out a show.
It tears me up
But I have little more to say
Thou my strength seem to decay, I will still wait for the day

Pleading for a lovers fee, I know saying it is free
Love at first sight, deeper than the sea, please know I love thee.
Sep 2018 · 1.1k
Letter To Congo
The Guardian Sep 2018
"Congo mend her pain for she has mourned enough for her husband.

Congo feed the old man's  kids for his hands are tied.
Congo help her grandson he's been taken for slavery.
Congo your children.
Congo your land.
Congo your people.
Congo your riches.
Congo the natives.
Congo send her to sleep for her mind has been over flooded by the unbearable nightmares.
Congo your son has been arrested for wearing a suit. Congo the priests are being killed for spreading the word of the almighty.
Congo mothers are being ***** while men are getting killed Congo he's bleeding and you are fading.”



-Andile Ashanti
600 E M O T I O N S In 1 Poem
Sep 2018 · 277
Master In Disguise
The Guardian Sep 2018
I Chose My Poison Long Before Without A Reason, I Dunk My Tongue Too Deep And Now The Taste I Keep.

Infected By The Venom Of A Vicious killer.
I trusted But At The End Of The Day He Was The One With The Gun, The One Who Pulled The Trigger.
Sep 2018 · 160
600 E M O T I O N S
The Guardian Sep 2018
I wrote a poem when I was sad
Derived from all my emotions a pen was all I ever had.
Jun 2018 · 137
BEWARE II
The Guardian Jun 2018
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.
May 2018 · 205
.BEWARE.
The Guardian May 2018
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.
May 2018 · 274
Untitled
The Guardian May 2018
I'm Like A Horse That Carried It's Master To War, Not To Fight But To Die. I'm A Bird Who's Cast Away From His Herd Just Because I Couldn't Fly.

I'm The Spirit Of The Night That Broke All It's Promises And Swallowed The Weak, I'm The Trace Of Darkness That Refused To Speak.

I'm A Sad Poem Emerging From A Broken Heart, And At The End Of The Day Managed To Be A Work Of Art.

I'm A Warrior Horse That Carried Its Master To War, Not To Fight Nor Procure But To Bite The Dust Like He Must.
May 2018 · 174
I'm A Feminist
The Guardian May 2018
Theories Or Approaches
They Never Saw The Ambition, They  Settled With A Woman's Place Is In The Kitchen.

I Pretended To Listen, While I Was A Solder On A Mission.
I'm A Feminist, For Woman I Cry
I'm A Feminist For Woman I Die, These Is No Time To Sigh.

The Tittle Is so Mysterious, I Now Understand Why Their Always Furious.
It's Time For Equal, Equally By The Law If Not A New Constitution I Shall Draw.

I'm A Feminist, For Woman I Cry
I'm A Feminist, For woman I die
Eye For An Eye, I'll Never Lie
I Can Fly High And Tell The World I'm What I'm, And I Shall Be Till I'm **** Dry
May 2018 · 169
I Know A Place
The Guardian May 2018
I know A Place
A Wondrous Place, So Peaceful And Quite The Feeling You Would Wish To Embrace.

I Know A Place
So Sweet It Feels Like Home, Where Everything Seems OK.

I Know A Place
A Whispering World Deep Inside My Soul with Hunting Songs Crowded With Knowledge From My Ancestors.

My Escape From Reality
My journey to normality
I found a place in poetry, finally found the poet in me.
Apr 2018 · 214
A Victim Of Circumstance's
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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Mar 2018 · 200
A Simple Question
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
Mar 2018 · 157
I Dream Of A Smile
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...
Feb 2018 · 235
My Slaved Comrades'
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
Feb 2018 · 250
BLACK CHILD.
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
Feb 2018 · 168
*<_>*
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
Feb 2018 · 193
I'm Of Hope
The Guardian Feb 2018
I'm small rays of light just early in the morning, before beautiful flowers of the garden start blooming.
I'm an endless entity, an end product of a poet, a true king and you know it.

I'm a rainbow emerging after a wind of storms.
I'm what you hope to reach when you extend your arms.
I'm a red rose that pierces the heart without thorns.
Smiles, I'm the best of charms.

I'm a bag full of insults
Holy matrimony, I'm what you hope for I'm results.
I'm a voice of a broken child, that had wounds but still smiled.

I'm a ****** up child
I'm a messed up mind
I'm what you are looking for, I'm what you find.
I'm a dearest, I'm one of a kind.

I'm the purest of words
Grinded and sided between pores, I'm leader of herds.
I'm a forbidden sound that echoes from the ground.
I'm a small pack I'm profound.


I'm a poem
I'm alined phrases with new faces
And it's a pleasure I finally met these white pages.
Feb 2018 · 242
Melanin
The Guardian Feb 2018
It's a fact not an opinion
An African within
Dark by skin
Its definitely not a sin
It's a start where I begin

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