They say when a woman is loved properly
she becomes twenty times the woman
she was before.

So now I shall begin to love myself properly.

I will lift myself when I have fallen.
I will speak kind and loving words to me
when I am down.
I will pet my own face         
and stroke my own skin
when I need comforting.
I will listen with intent to hear
when I have something to say.

I will not ignore me.

Perhaps one day
if you’re interested
I’ll let you try.


But first I must uncover
the one I feel you seeing      
when you look at me.

I’ve been buried a long time.

Is no longer alive.
People left there home to come to this here promise land.
And We've disappointing them time and time again.
We promise them money and riches for miles.
But all we give them is evil sinkers and fake cheerful smiles.
But here were free
Were not the only ones free
But we have freedom of speech
France has strikes and police don't abuse them when they do
But...we have..Equal rights
Wow the hell we do nothings equal
But..we are beautiful
We are not a beautiful country, we never were.
People have all these good things to say about america but there's nothing good about us.
Yes were getting better.
There's no more slaves.
Women have more rights.
Children can get a good education.
But We have not yet reached where we could be.
It will be years, centuries before the "American Dream"
Becomes actuality.

Living in a large house
With a white picket fence
With my husband
And our two children
With a puppy
Running around our land
At least that's the dream

First we painted
Our fence yellow
We had two happy
Healthy kids

Then things
Turned blue
Between me and you
Then the fence turned too

When things got bad
When it was almost over
Things turned red

That fence that
Was originally white
Has faded to black
Everything that
Could be is now dead

There's a little girl deep within my heart that sometimes never wants to leave the play ground.
as if I was Peter Pan in never land, I wish I could never land..
like a bird in the sky..I often wish I was one of them..
the way they openly spread their wings,
live in trees and soar in the clouds, glide with the wind and create rhythmic sounds...
The beautiful part is...you never see them too long on the ground...
see..there's fire on earth blazing through these streets in the hands of the ***** white police.
Suppressing, attempting to frighten us rather than protect us.
My arms, Immensely breaks into sweat hoping their perception of me from the way I'm dressed or the color of my skin doesn't make me appear suspicious.
many men blazing out of mini vans blasting at innocent citizens.
The system doesn't know of love. All they know is war.
Bullet wounds creates scars that screams out
survival..violent, violence, for all the blacks that were victimized..
may we have a moment of silence?..
there's fire on earth blazing through the actions of the wealthy..
capitalist blatantly continuing to ****** the minds of the blind, appealing to humanities deprived fantasies to establish green funds
with bank accounts more bigger than their egos...
Now were Young Rich ****** attempting to live the lifestyle of to the Migos.
Using their greed of green to deceive & keep down my people..
There was a time when mainstream rap music was socially conscious..
consisting of young visionary artists When music came from the heart, enlightening, unity, cultural, empowerment, hope.
Now it's all about the dough, these Multi billion dollar corporate vultures are marketing rappers like chief keef
Devaluing the lives of black people for exchange for financial gain.
Dominating air waves with hate..
now were ski masking down the fast lane, rafts of shootings down the street, opening fire to one another, doing the job of the KKK.
When we invited that white man with a dog eat dog nature into Africa, he possessed a mentality to eat us away, now were possessing his same mentality today.
Now were hating ourselves and killing others.
Embrace your rich melanin..Love this...*points at black skin Love this.
the true present is this gift from God, not st Nicolas.
There is no American dream for me, there is only reality.
see, I unlocked through the chains of restriction and while fire burns through these streets to keep us down, fire slowly burns through these joints to keep me lifted, I inhale through these spliffs because they drift me to the road of freedom. I spread my wings, I fly soaring the skies without no fears...
when the smoke clears,
I find myself skating by the Lilly fields where the warm winds blow in hopes of running into a 4 leaf clover..
People staring as if Im An alien although I sometimes feel alienated living in this 20th century with 70s bohemian ways..
Im building blocks to reach greatness, I keep my head up & pray...
I'm learning Patience since even the great pyramids of Giza wasn't build in a day.
Still dreaming,
I untangled from these chains,
With the confidence of Harriet Tubman when she followed the north star, I am truly free.
Still dreaming...I proudly spread my wings..