This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
A photograph carefully composed
Of a girl with her true thoughts [boxed up tight]

This is to the boys who see me as nothing but
Geometric shapes
Circles and curves and parabolas
**** and *** and legs and waist
And an irrelevant concave where my brain should be
My “radical ideas” make me a butterface

This is to the academy, that sees me as nothing but
3.97 and a good SAT score
A scholar of great potential
That will donate millions or more
As an honored alumni
Of the greatest institution in the world

This is to society, that sees me as nothing but
A golden gal who always colored inside the lines
Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes, no fire in my soles

“She’s never insubordinate, ‘cause she’s never been inclined”
Determined but docile
Go ahead and assume I’m not the rebellious kind

This is to myself, because I see that
My mind is a kaleidoscope of technicolor dreams
Ideas colliding like specks in sunbeams  
And I’ll call myself a feminist or riot grrl if I **** well please
You are not my dictator or an office label machine
It’s 2015; I’ll be whatever the hell I want to be.

The Blue Nile is a Local Club
It Hosts the Poets Groove,
A Late Night spoken Poet event
That is the culture of the Smooth.

Desdamona The queen of the Poetry Scene
Hosted a Cool MC there for Years
Poets, Hip Hoppers and Rappers
All Gathered here bringing there words

Hip hop, Rappers, and Poets Hang
For that Late Night Poets Reading
The House band lays down your Music
Background as you perform the Speaking

The band can do from Jazz to Rap
They latch on to the feel and beat
Your doing your Reading replete
With the musical blendings complete

On the Stage with your Words
For an audience that heard
It gives you an incredible feeling
the Applause makes it all worth Dealing

I've seen Street Rappers Lay it down
Hip Hoppers with Singer Backgrounds
Girls with Love Poems, Feeling Alone
For a Poet its the best show around


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®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

Even when I was young,
I knew things,
perceived things you didn't think I could.
I knew it was time to stop talking,
when that distant look suddenly crept into your eyes.
I knew it meant you weren't really there anymore,
you'd traveled back in time.
I learned quickly,
there are some things you don't ask a man.
Ever.
As I've grown I've learned more,
still probably without your knowing.
I know when you attempt sleep,
memories you've learned to shroud from light of day,
spring forth and reign terror on your dreams.
A grotesque cinematic beyond my imagining,
yet all too real.
I know why you struggle with people,
and with crowds.
I know to you,
anyone and anything could be an enemy, a hazard.
I know to this day you see blood on your hands.
I wish you knew your sons do not.
I know when you look in the mirror you see a monster.
A younger you, with hollow eyes
and as you once so eloquently said,
"A smile that speaks, of death delivered"
I wish you knew,
to your sons you stand a warrior.
Tried but unbroken.
I know you didn't want to go.
I know a part of you died there.
I can hardly fathom,
how deep it cut to return home labeled a murderer, and worse.
So much guilt already on your shoulders.
But I know you've never gotten over it.
I just wish there was a way to tell you,
it is not your fault.
You did the best you could,
you did what you had to do.
Maybe someday you'll understand,
You are not what happened there.
Maybe someday I'll find a way to tell you,
The war is over, dad. Come Home.

Wish regret would take effect
It would be more easier to predict what I would say next
Because words run from my mouth
Like dashing from a dinner check
Who regrets that
Not regretting has lead me into mess
But I clean up faster then a butler wearing a shirt, tie and a sweater vest
Left it hanging in a tree
With a noose around its neck
It's sits at the side of the street with a sign asking for me
Wanting another job like a war vet
My regret wants marriage counseling
But I divorced her before that step
I sent regret away
Like an unwanted guess
Who knows what will happen next
Guess not having regrets is something I might regret

There's nothing better then pain
Wanting to be happy was to much of a strain on her
She wanted to take a gun a lodge a bullet In her brain
But she's a Christian
So she's scared of the everlasting pain
Well that's what she'd been taught
****** to hell
If she was the one to cut the string to her own bell
But she's confused
Wanting to be happy caused her strain
And this strain lead to pain
Now she's wanting to end her life
But she's afraid of everlasting pain
In her heart is Confliction
She doesn't know where to turn
So use to pain
She became numb to happiness
But in her heart of hearts just just wanted to feel loved
But this thing called pain can cause addiction
And hurt was her drug
She felt like a walked on rug
A hand me down
She was the one not seen in the crowd
To her the was nothing more better then being alone
At least when it hurts she could feel comfort in her own arms

He was institutionalized
Because he was crazy In their eyes
Guess he shouldn't have talked to himself on the streets
But his argument was he just had a really small Bluetooth piece
But to keep the peace he went
Took all his meds
Ate all the food he was fed
Often he cried in his bed
From the shock therapy he got in his head
Even if he was sane
The nurses played doctor with his brain
Making him insane
So he decided opt out the game
He swiped some keys and made it to the outside world
The wind was whipping
And the sky was weeping
It seems as though he had to changed his fate
He could see the entrance gate
There was just a river that kept him fenced in
So he hurried and dived in
Then he remembered
The shocked therapies made him forget
He couldn't swim