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The Poet
Is a sensitive soul
Blissfully lost
And deeply fascinated
With its own mind
Some do not grasp the
Knowledge of my soul
They do not trust Jesus
Enough to give Him all control
They just do not get what I know

Jesus always has
had complete control
He placed The Holy Spirit
Within my veins
Now with His Spirit
I will sustain

Jesus paid the ultimate price
I now know to Him
I owe my true soul
All I needed to do was
Ask for forgivness and then let go

The Holy Spirit entered my soul
Some may argue
This point with me
I say, go ahead, argue
While you are captured,
I am free
If God is for us, who can ever be against us? ROMANS 8:31
My thoughts are like the sea
Spread out in every direction

My mind sinks under
Searching for answers
In deep blue waters

Gray clouds fog the sky
A storm is stirring

The wind is calm
The earth is still  
And I am ready
Don't believe the world
Life is not what it seems

They laugh they dance they celebrate
To remind you of how boring your life is

But they are lost in their own misery  

Don't believe the world
All is not as it seems

They fashion themselves in expensive silks and fine linens
To show off their wealth to the poor

But they are naked and can not clothe their guilty conscious

Don't believe the world
What you see is far from the truth

They lay their heads on pillows to sleep
But find no peace and rest

Don't believe the world
True happiness
Is selflessness

And true peace
Comes from God
I never think much about the fact that I am black.
I know I am black.
Like I know I am a girl,
Like I know I am an American,
Like I know I am nineteen.
It is a fact; I am black.

I hate when people say I am not.
My parents are black.
Their parents are black.
We are black.
Look at my skin,
It's dark and it's beautiful.
How could I not be black?
I am black.

I hate when people say I don't 'act' black.
How does one act to be considered black?
How am I acting? How is it not black?
Look at my skin,
It's dark and it's beautiful.
How could I not act black?
I am black.

I hate when people say I speak like a white person.
A way of speaking is not exclusive to race.
I am not white.
I do not speak like a white person.
My words are coming out of my black mouth.
I speak properly,
The way my black parents raised me to.
Look at my skin,
Its dark and it's beautiful.
How could I not speak black?
I am black.

I HATE when people say I am a white person trapped in a black body.
I have NEVER heard anything more insulting.
I am NOT trapped.
This color is NOT a cell.
I wear it proudly.
Look at MY skin,
It is DARK and it is BEAUTIFUL!
How could I ever be trapped?
I am black.

I am in no way white,
Nor do I ever want to be.
I am black
And black is beautiful
I am black; that is never going to change.
 Sep 2015 Camille Koser
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Life confused me
Life excited me
Life make me hate you and me
Life taught me HOW TO love you and me
Life taught me how to destroy and fix
Life create the trouble of me
Life is the reason i am smelling
Life is the reason i am crying
Life is the reason i am happy
Life is the reason i am sad
Life is the reason i am cold hearted
Life is the reason i have kind heart
but Life still did not tell me what LIFE IS.
And i don't understand how i CAN put these all on LIFE
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