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an orange peel
that cannot feel
or a human body
that is rotting

we are nothing
but variables of nature
expended some
and then we're done
I relate to the bottom more than the top
the underside, the ***** and brushed aside,
A pencil broken under a writers heavy hand
as he schemes a way to **** his favorite
character.

I never saw eye to eye with the top.
They move in unfamiliar patterns,
talking in gibberish and doing
the tap dance of jesters.

I relate to the stick man
the half hearted attempt to cure
what we are sick with, or of.
Half shaded in,
eyes different shapes,
A toothless smile on my face.

A scribble of hair, a crooked nose
in a 2D rendition of my own design
drawn on a piece of paper
crumbled up and tossed in the trash.
Hey, do you wanna smoke some dank ****?
Dope, let's get hella blazed then go to Taco Bell.  

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You don't need it despite what you say.
It needs you to feed it, or else it leaves you defeated.

Why do you think you get hungry afterwards?
Can you honestly say you don't want to save money?
Yeah, me too.
Right now the high is all I want.
Specifically to meet a basic human need, like going to sleep or eating.
Why? Is it addiction or habit? Maybe it's both.

A vicious cycle I was stuck in,
now with people all around me doing the exact same thing.
Insanity.

Our human tendency is to seek comfort in what we know;
rather than forming new habits.
Don't get it twisted, I'm not saying **** hasn't helped people.
The irony is once they have your IDentity you'll always want more.

The fact is legal means quick easy access, all you need is your ID.
There's many natural ways to be High, just take a walk outside.
It's called the Devil's Lettuce for a reason.

Now say it with me,
I am in control now, you don't have control over me anymore.
Speaking the truth while you stay stuck in denial.
Wake up world!
Beauty isn't everything folks.

Stop letting Estee Lauder, CoverGirl and Sephora define you.

Companies such as these try telling us what beauty is, but it's merely just another exterior pleasure.

Although, we're told differently, and we foolishly believe it wholeheartedly.


Okay, let's take it back for a moment, rewind.

When Adam & Eve were created,
not only were they shamed, they were naked.

"Who told you, you were naked,?" said the Creator.


Now, I ask you same question.

Who told you that you weren't beautiful?

Not to be caked up, overly concerning yourself with vanity.

Oh, look at me, aren't I pretty!


Everyday I see women trying to be everything they're not.

Hate to burst your bubble, but
feminism isn't the solution to the problem.

Face it ladies, you will never receive the attention you deserve, unless you give it yourself first.

I speak from experience.


This feministic agenda tells us we can be "the man."

This isn't true, there is nothing you need to compensate for.

We can be strong and feminine just like our mothers


I believe our Creator came in the flesh, to tell us our beauty is full. BEautiFULL.

Marvelous are HIS works, And that my soul knows very well
- Psalm 139:14
Get Cardi B out your ears, face your real fears.
Can we talk about something real quick?
Do you remember what you did last night?
I do.

You remember that video you watched when ya girl went to sleep?
Yeah, I've done that too.
Although, in my case, at least I waited till she went to work.

If you say it can't be so, I'd be a big fat liar.
Women don't watch **** ,
I say the hell yes we do.
After-all it's so accessible, these desires of the flesh.

For the Women who have, know
you are not alone.
Yes, I have been there too.
My eyes forever tainted.

Next thing you know,
you start embellishing these images of the "perfect" man.

Guess what,
MR. "PERFECT" DOESN'T EXIST.
Fiction.

Face it, that muscle man eventually turns into an old man.
Matthew 5:28, 1 Corinthians 6:18-20, Romans 12:2, 1 John 2:16
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For one comment
Apparently
"Deep Thought"
Is pretty shallow
And can't handle "Different Thought"
I win.
Some days you're thrown an I just don't know
Other days it's all right there
A glimmer of hope in which to cope
A fresh breath of poetic air

A constant loop as the dial slowly moves
In its never ending search for the truth
Some days you write the poem
Some days the poem writes you

From the ups and downs to the toss arounds
All  grate on a soul in time
But what's growing there inside your despair
Can pour forth in the perfect rhyme

Some days you find the inner light
Others you have no clue
Some days you write the poem
Some days the poem writes you

You can be more or less inspirationaless
Then your pen flairs with the finest finesse
The point that you make either blows them away
Or what you have to say is anyone's guess

Holding onto the theme of your color scheme
Being the brightest of hues
Some days you write the poem
Some days the poem writes you
A little inspiration borrowed from Guy Clark...
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