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 Sep 2018 D Baby Bey
Edmund black
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!
 Sep 2018 D Baby Bey
Edmund black
Remember jumping
on your bed as a kid ?
Today I did just that
for a whole two minutes
and thirty two seconds
with all my thitrty-two years
Six foot two inches
hundred ninety-five pounds
of my awesome self
Felt really great
Brought back
a lot of fun memories
It is a must
Once in a blue moon
You must allow yourself
To feel like a child
all over again
Sit on a swing and try
To remember how fun it was
when you were a child
I pledge it’ll bring a
Smile to your face
We all go
through difficult
seasons under the sky
Nevertheless
if it’s meant to be
it’ll be
just let it be
Positively affirm yourself
feed yourself with joy
and goodness
and feel like a kid again
 Aug 2018 D Baby Bey
Beaux
My birthday approaches like a train
I am stuck on the tracks of time

Nothing comes with being seventeen

College applications pile like snow
An avalanche waiting to bury me

Nothing comes with being seventeen

Adulthood looms like dark clouds
Ready to pick me up into the storm

Nothing comes with being seventeen
I'm not ready
 Aug 2018 D Baby Bey
Erica
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
 Aug 2018 D Baby Bey
Erica
you were chapters
and chapters
in my book of life
sure they were short
but they were meaningful
but me?
i was just mere paragraphs
maybe a few pages at the most
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