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Goldenbrown Jul 2017
My soul revived in your broken hands
Gracious blood hold my sin and shame
Now forever until the end
Oh, You reign
Oh, You reign
Never alone young and free
Goldenbrown Jul 2017
Eyes open to nothing but darkness.

Mind opens to Heavy thoughts about empty promises.
  Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
Like the bonnie
Hereditary lines you descend from
You are beautiful

Through cumulative generations
Your estrogenic figure seems meliorate
But that's not what I'm here for
You see I'm here for what's beyond the eye
For I know there are shades of blue beyond those onyx eyes

I desire to engage with your soul
And for your soul to engage with mine
Not in the concupiscence sense
We'll talk about that another time

So Babygirl name your time
Name your place
No obstacles are bound to stop Psyches from attachment

For what I dream we'll have can over every,
and surely create plenty

Babygirl...
Goldenbrown Jul 2017
I Longed for your validation
I thought that if you loved me
I could start to love myself
But fighting for your love only made me hate myself more.

                -SelfLove ComesFirst
  Jun 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
Theres little to be found
Yet lots to be lost
In matters of the heart

I for on one
Have lost plently
Fiddling with love notes
But in the end all I got back
Was Nothing but Confetti

Perhaps I stayed too long
Hoping
Hoping that maybe one day
Maybe one day you'll trully love me

But now i know
Theres little to be found
In your heart

Theres little to be found
Everywhere

Theres little to be found
  Jun 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
This can be defined as a feeling of deep heat within the throat.

A feeling of volcanoes spewing in the stomach and dynamite egnititing through the face.

One cannot simply control anger

It is one untamed beast, ravaging through innocent villages destroying whatever is in it's path.

If anger was a certain organism
It would have melted it self right out of existance of time
It would have never truly existed

Anger does not fickle
It endures it's prey through out it's existance
It is an enigma and resembles the unknown.

Anger is not part of the fight but rather inflicts it
Anger is no origin
No beginning
No end
No creator
No Descriptor
  Jun 2017 Goldenbrown
Indigo Morrison
Forgive yourself
Perfect was never a word suited for you
Love yourself
Everything comes back to this
Love your sister
She has been picked apart, degraded, and has an internal war eating her from the inside out
Love your brother
He has a time stamp of deliverance to a life of incarceration, bullets released from an absence of sense, lack of educated, blind ambitious followers.
Raise your head
You are a Goddess created
with disarming beauty in mind.
Continue to place one foot in front of the other
You are meant and strongly designed for forward movement.
Take no steps back, do not bow down your head, do not close your mouth
In fear that judgment will fall
It will, but you must speak anyways.
Your voice is imperative
to the growth of lost girls who are unsure what real women are made of.
Your voice is imperative to the peaking of the minds of men unsure what to look for in a Queen, show him.
Your voice is imperative to the readjustment of the image of
Black Women with large voices
Black Women with high diction
Black Women with love language
Black Women with literary genius
Black Women filled with nothing less than the peace & love God has manifested within us.
Black Women
Black Women
Black Women
Who love Black men like double chocolate moist bliss
Who love White men like dark roast coffee filled with cream
Who love Latino men like Butterscotch candy dipped in chocolate
The list goes on
Black Women who love like we are bound to implode if we don't give the universe what it is that we need back.
Black Women
Your Mother
Black Women
Your Sister
Black Women
Your Friend
Black Women
Your Lover
Black Woman
Love Her.
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