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Why should you really strain my freedom?
Never prayed for much
Never wished for less
Why should my fellow sister do your chores?
You are always outdoors
While they wipe your ***** floors
Too lazy to work
You forced my fellow brother to labor
He totally left home and I lost a neighbor

Discriminated against
Pampered with racist insults my hand can’t prevent
Blood dropping with my instinct pulse
The feeling of power made you forget to respect yours adults
I waited on society for results
But In return I received a bag full of insults.

I ask why you should strain my freedom
Should I always stay silent?
While you keep on being as violent
Would my request be as granted?

All I ask for is freedom
Paradise stop
The sound from my furthers flop
Please unchain my Africans as you let them hop with joy
You should have cried when you still had the chance to,
You should have raised your voice as high to wake the black goons.

Black child the beautiful black pearl,
Never lose your root stay a good girl.

Never follow the pack for you might get lost in the mist of the night, stay natural and wait for the sun will shine as bright.

Black child the beautiful black pearl,
Never temper with your hair to pleas any man.

Rather than drawing your eyebrows, draw your shadow as dark, and let you confidence be on flick. Rather than applying expensive make-up, build your respect and self-love on a strong foundation. Rather than putting a high class weave on your head, let your mentality be of high grade.

Trust your reflection without looking on a mirror, because you are a template to a new era.

Black child the beautiful black pearl,
Never lose your root stay a good girl.
"trust in your reflection without looking at a mirror, because you are a template to a new era" poem inspired by perfection of inner beauty of a goddess
It's a fact not an opinion
An African within
Dark by skin
Its definitely not a sin
It's a start where I begin
 Mar 2018 NuBlaccSoul
She Writes
I am a lonely book
On a dusty shelf
I am full of stories
Patiently waiting for a reader
To hang on every word
Read every line
Get lost between the pages
In my spine
 Mar 2018 NuBlaccSoul
Sofia Emma
Written August 31, 2012 (the day after my birthday!)

It actually baffles me, how the human heart works. As a species, us humans enjoy believing we're the best species, we're far more advanced than any other animal, we're so much smarter, we have technology... and opposable thumbs! But in reality, though our inventions and creations are the most advanced, really we're just like animals in the wild. In the end, it all comes down to instinct. Recently, I found this fact in myself to be remarkably true. We have someone in our lives we care about, for example. Instinctually, we want to protect them, so when they do something bad, naturally we want to defend them, especially after seeing them going through hard times. Your defensive instinct skyrockets and you make excuses for them and defend their right to make mistakes after what they've been through but there comes a point when your instinct to protect yourself overpowers your instinct to protect someone else separate from yourself. Especially after finding out you had been defending them for nothing and all this changes in a couple days.
You, are starring right down the barrel...
no matter where you look..
You should read it..
 Mar 2018 NuBlaccSoul
Leeann Rose
The bond was complete, and I realized she was one of the most amazing people, I’ve met.
Her smile is bright and bold.
I love her soul, the ones who thought she was just there, who really doesn’t notice her or even know her, I knew it was so much more to her.
Her energy and vibe , bounced off the wall to me, It was like we was meant to be connected.
From the world, she was so disconnected. I'm the one who loved her, and showed her affection.
The hate in me is dangerous
So as the love as faded away to any  man
The request for freedom and victory is like the end of a tragic old man dictionary
Stock in a old bar shelf fulled with 1958 bottles
The        hate.     In.       me.       is.        dangerous
The education of the mind is destroyed and my decision is given up
Dark lights as found me hold in a spot
In regards  of joy and happiness
All I really need as been destroyed as the axe hit against the woods by a strong woman full with passion in division of a trees height
Hate        in     me.      is.          dangerous
My body is broken and my baseline mind is without approval
As my mind Walk on  stones covered with roses like a king of England castle walls
My soul speaks out of shames and rejected saying “my happiness is my pain and my pain is the reason for my happiness.
Just as a souls walked round the four scales of the world with half coins in this pocket,
But ,all scales request a full coin in a grips of the other side to relax in  lighten darkness
So false
The emotions of my body couldn’t hear my soul, because
He was just drunk with a 1958 wine called “booths”
Am just wondering on his memories after the wine bottle.
Everything is going to be alright
Do you believe in my words
Or you just think am funny
I don't understand, why ?
You kept the secret between your heart
And forgot am in your heart
I know how you feels
What is on your mind?
Whats your needs?
But am not OK to fill out your needs
I can be whatever you want me to be but not a cheater and a criminal
I know, money will fall on you
don't think ,Davido knows the essential benefits of love
Lets learn to fall in love not fall with money
Because ,it will only bring confusions and sadness to us
One step at a time is the reason, we are still alive
But you will not like to be you !
Just acting so hard to believe love is inside of you
Times are like that, I don't love to be loved
But look at the bright side of life
Many people will die for you and you will not think of taking a bullet for them
All is money, All is flexible,
Nothing is rigid ,No trust ,no problem but
No money always problems ,
Why. I ask again and again !!
What is law without obey of money ?
Love,
 Mar 2018 NuBlaccSoul
Paul-Dieter
Revolted fading decay
Did pursuade,
Like blood on the shore,
To write with the blackness of my heart
And with hope nevermore

The black ink blooms on paperback,
With the heart that spurts its veins
Accross the page
Growing into its darkness and pains

The white fading,
drimpel, dubbed unpailing
With the words posing as potent but poison
Possesed in perfect form of pretence...

The Words so falsly true...
The words bleeding out, "I love you"
Tribute to Edgar Poe. The poem tells the story about a writer who utterly despises love, but when he himself gets tangled in it, he gives in and writes a letter expressing his feelings towards his love interest...
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