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Why all the women i love think of themselves as product
Maybe cuz all the other brothers treat them like nada
I look from behind n see she intellecually and sexually
worth more than prada

(stop being sad)
I feel the uniqueness
the beautifulness.
Every fabric of
my self is wrapped
in difference.

People question colour
stating that they dont see.
Everything about us
is just pure heresy.

I'll never pick.

I'm one blessed with
the gift of cultures
you can question me
but your
the ******* vulture.
Yeah my main girl looks just like yo mama
that ***** so funny
but still who the **** do i choose

****

Yeah my main girl gives me so much drama
but yet its her who
makes me feel so loose

****

But what about my truth man
just like i ****** in the pool man
my lie's spread like blue
then they point fingers
just at you

Nah i aint gonna take that conviction
Your energy is a terrible afliction
but your soul is my addiction
what am i kiddin
i aint flexing
i just cant be ****** texting
so dont take this like a
personal attack on you
its just i think of ya mama when im in you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fsbgvLQG7w
(Beat that inspired me)
*Sorry i wanted to put some weird music **** in here for safe keepings*
Whats pain if you can't even feel
Whats motivation if you can't taste the meal
loving life can be so hard
when your so far
I played with my own life
like strumming on a broken guitar
i wonder  
are you finished or still stuck on B.E.T.A
i wonder
are we ever gonna do a feature
but
they'll never seek ya
only want to beat ya
lifes one wicked
motherf*cking  teacher
Nothings legitmate
mine is a collective of words that will be altered
too be a collective of narratives
I was born adopted too paranoia
My mothers touch was her only joy
and I dearly loved what
I could only destroy
for lifes ambition is too
seek what i create and
make it untold.

      For everyone else im a dumb brown boy.
I wrote this "quickie" just to try and understand them.
We all have trauma's and we all need to heal.
I look at you and see eternity
you look at me and it confirms me.
burdened by the enviromental adversary
you'll never be a curse to me.
we come from nothing
had nothing
birthed too be trialed by trauma
we never thought this **** was fair
so i guess in the end
i just really want us to share.
Sorry
i was with mj
;)
C U
He explained the rationale
of the change
she said
"Boy where did you lose you brain?"
he saw more worth
in loose change

Thats the curse of analysing pain.
Ever since i saw the colourism
ive been trippin
just like colonisim we been forced
feelins
thinking were doing good like propaganda
this is just all fan fiction
i think were forgetting what we should be demandin
everytime i look back i feel wrong
you let a dark skinned brother
plug his gram;
rejecting a mixed sister
talkin about the plight of
the black man
too bad we here looking dumb singing the same ******* song
in reality we all are in the ****** wrong.
So i went to the BLM rally.
In conclusion it was painful and the power struggle that is within all ****** up system's were apart of this "rally"

we are gonna be heard
 Apr 2018 Lingua Franca
abby
We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to learn what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we believe
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
We are exactly who we are supposed to be
THE POETRY SERIES

It is the poetry of little things that causes the earth to shred and shudder
The poetry of little things that ignites the greatest moments of bliss.
A smile from a little child,
A chuckle from a stranger.
The warmth of a knitted family
The entwining of old friends
The humming from the sea shores
The journey of the moonlight
The waves, the traveling waves
The Sea, the meandering sea
The Earth, the boundless earth
And the sweet song that nature sings.
These little things, garnered with the greatest love
Observed in silence
It is this poetry,
The poetry of little things that elicit the greatest happiness


Ovi Odiete© All right reserved
The poetry of little things..

Thank you all for the hearts and comments for this little poem of mine being picked as my SECOND DAILY
I can't thank you enough
May your rough road be smooth
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