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I'm trying, I swear.
I'm stuck. Trying not to dispair.
It's bitter cold, inside this whole affair.
Frozen words, the only repair.

Help is near.
But I'm swallowed in fear.
Inside out, not one tear.
So close, yet so far, from my soughten cheer.

My instincts abandoned.
My emotions are stranded.
I'm at the precipice of where I've landed.
And nothing is ok, from where I'm standing.

I'm unfolding again.
I watch it begin.
So hold on my loves,
For the girl within, (the original sin).
 Jan 2015 devante moore
Ciarra
They looked at her
With disgust in their eyes.
"She's an artist" they said
But she could not disguise,
The pain she dealt with
Every night at home.

Her mother was working
And her father wasn't involved,
She kept slipping away to the voices,
Listening to their every sound.

And then he came.

He looked at every imperfection,
And saw the beauty in her.
He admired every piece if artwork,
By paint brush and blade.
She never failed to impress a crowd,
By people or demons.

But, not all stories have a happy ending.
For he left,
And so did she.
 Jan 2015 devante moore
Zay
Welcome to America
Where they call it the home of the brave
While millions of Americans are working as slaves
Barely passing the minimum wage
As the government gives out food stamps to put out the rage
They check out our mailbox
They listen to our phone calls
They'd do anything to throw us
Back where we came from
Like a pack of animals
Like we're fresh out the zoo
While millions of citizens walk around
Without a fucken clue
About what the government is able to do

Welcome to America
Where they call themselves the land of the free
While 47 million people struggle with poverty
They got more food banks than schools
More negative media on the news
Names like Jamal, Raheem, Abdul
Can't get through an airport in peace
"Zainab Mustafa, Come with us please"
They look at my fam and think they got us all down
Like all immigrants are the same
Like we're all fucken clowns
Got the cops pulling me over for no **** reason
***** looks from left and right
As if I committed treason

They treat us like ebola
Like we're a fucken disease
Anything to get us to leave
No matter what we do,
It will never appease

As if Columbus was the first to walk this land
Not the people with painted faces and feathered bands
Have y'all forgotten the first people here were brown
not white?
Talking about freedom of speech
Like they own the bill of rights
The irony of the first amendment
Freedom of religion
Yet they've still condemned it
To practice anything other than their own
Expecting church to be attended
Expecting us to forget what we've known
"You're in America now! The past doesn't matter!"
I'm not here to fit in
Or kiss someone's *** to flatter

Welcome to America
Once known as Freedonia
Where the cities never sleep
Diagnosed with insomnia
As homeless shelters are packed
And crackheads fill the streets
As government officials lay on Egyptian cotton sheets

Welcome to America
Where there is no war
Where we watch your every move
And predict what's in store
Anything we can do to reassure
A more secure nation
Even if it means cleaning up these immigrant abominations
So have a wonderful stay
In our lovely USA
Inspired by true events and influenced by Immortal Technique.

Note To Reader: I don't have a thing against America. It's the racist people I can't stand, whether they are white, brown, or yellow skinned. Underneath all that irrelevant ****, we're all blood pumping humans. Case closed.
I've always loved the way
the air smells before a storm.
It smells like the world is static,
and maybe, there's potential.
You can smell the sea,
The lilacs in the breeze.
Breathe it in, inhale deeply.
The calm before the storm;
It only lasts so long.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
He rest's his head
on a pillow made of concrete

Feeling maybe he'll see
a better set of days

Hands out again see faces
that are not familiar

Dark grin he can't hold in
when he looks happy
he looks insane

Thoughts arrive like butterflies
he doesn't know so he chase's them away

Kneeling down looking at papers
though he doesn't know how to read

Praying to something that has
never showed him anything

Feelings understand the weather
and he's know winter is on the way

Ceilings few and far between
all legal halls of shame

Whispering to his hands gently
to please take him away
my girl told me i love my dog more then her
so i put them both in the trunk of my car
drove around for a short bit to think
i popped the trunk to talk
she hauled off and slapped me
and my dog jumped in my arms
showing me nothing but love
i guess she was right
.....I will smother you with love.    
hang you with pride riddle your life
           with with bullets of art.

   I will drown you in bliss. Burry
you in everlasting kisses and throw  
         you into the well of your
                          wishes.

              At the end I will reap
    you with hope and **** you with
                 joy as you rejoice.
When you can't stop thinking about them because you love them so much you would do anything to see them smile.
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