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Big Virge Mar 3
These Days It Seems ... " EXPOSURE And SHAME " ...
Seem To Be The Themes By Which Most Now Play …

Playing The Game of Lying Away … !!!
About Who They Are ... In Their World of FARCE … !!!!!

When It Comes To The Brothas' …
It Seems To Be That These Words Get … "Smothered" … !!!

"Who Jah Bless No Man Curse … !!!
Why Ya Wanna Hurt Your Brother First … ?"

Over What … A Piece of White Skirt ... !?!
When You Seem To Be On ... "Black people were first " ... ?!?

Sometimes I REALLY Feel To CURSE …. !!!
When Brothers EXPOSE How They REALLY Roll … !!!

But Enough About Them And All Their NONSENSE … !!!

Exposure For Most Can Cut TOO CLOSE ... !!!
To The TRUTH They Deny Behind Their Lies …

Like Claiming You're Single In Online Profiles …
When ... ***** Calls Signal …
The Lies Behind What Online You Hide …

If You Think I'm Wrong …
Just Check Out The Movie …

..... " Tall Hot Blonde !!! " …..

So Many EXPOSE Flaws In Their Soul … !!!
That It's Hard To Believe Much That We Now See …. !!!!!

And What's ... Presented To Ears …
That People Now … " HEAR " … !!!

" I would NEVER hurt you !!! " .........

Is A Line That's Used By The Kind of Dudes ...
Whose Moves …. AREN'T COOL .… !!!!!

Like IGNORANT FOOLS Who Seem To Confuse … ?!?
Your Saying NO ... As Some Kind of Joke …

I've Met So Many Now …
In My Life Who Live … " FOUL " ... !!!!!!

That I'm Now Inclined ...
To AVOID ... Their Vibe … !!!

Cos' It NEVER Feels Right …
To Be Around The Energies …
They Choose To Stand by … !!!

Like ******* On Your Chi …
Because Theirs' … CAN'T Provide …

A Way For Them To Just ACCEPT …
That When They Meet … Energies COLLIDE ... !!!!!

So They Try To ... "SQUEEZE" ...
What They ... CLEARLY SEE …

Spirits And Souls ... That Are TRULY FREE … !!!!!

So Sometimes Man ... Need To Stand ALONE …
And DISMISS Gangs of Cliques With … " CLONES " … !!!!!!

Who ... AREN'T Your Friends … !!!!!
Exposure ENDS All Their Pretence.
And Defends Against Those IRRATIONAL Heads …
Who Talk of Respect But Prefer VIOLENCE … !!!

Well …..

So They Say From ..................................................... FAR AWAY ... !?!
It Seems That They're AFRAID To Say Things ... Face To Face … !!!

Now … Why Would That Be … ?
If They REALLY Believe They've Been DISRESPECTED … !!?!!

Cos' Their Mind's Been INFECTED …..
With … SO MANY LIES … !!!!!!

That When TRUTH Inflicts Them … !!!
They ….......................................... RUN And Confide …
To Those With Convictions ... That Aren't Water Tight … !!!!!

Many Are … " Artists " …
Who Think They're The HARDEST … !!!!!!

Until They Feel ... " REAL " …
From … Wordsmiths of STEEL  … !!!!!

The Type That REVEALS … !!!
In Fact YES … EXPOSES … !!!!

That Their Daily Meal ….
Is BOGUS And Closest To Food That's ATROCIOUS … !!!!!!!!!!!!

They Should Know That It's HOPELESS To Start Giving Notice …

That They're Gonna Pull Some Violent Moves .... !!!!!
When It Comes To These Pranksters And ARTISTIC Gangsters ...

Masta Ace Said It … BEST … !!!

"I do like A FEW of these rappers, NOT MANY !"

Cos' Their Mental's ... UnStEAdy ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And CAN'T Stand The TEST
of TRUTH That EXPOSES ...
Their LACK of TRUE DEPTH … !!!!!

Which Is Why Simple Truth …
KEEPS HURTING Their Heads … !!!!!

I DON'T Deal In Threats … !!!
It Doesn't Make Sense … !?!

When Still Our Black Children Are KILLING Each Other …
So Who Is The VILLAIN And Who Is The … " Brother " … ???

Exposure Uncovers The PAINFUL TRUTH … !!!

From Mothers To Colours That Give LIVING PROOF …
of The NEED To Set Quotas On These Human Cobras … !!!!!!

Who Show NO COMPOSURE …..

When Facing …..

..... " EXPOSURE " …..
It's not something that everybody is so comfortable with, when it comes to who they truly be, and how they truly move ......
Nylee Oct 2019
I was never this vulnerable before,
with the increasing exposure
I feel it all the time
So coward and not confident at all.
The changes occured in these few years
have boosted up my lingering fears.
The world has changed,
while I'm still the same.
Nigdaw Aug 2019
You pull me apart
Like petals from a flower,
Love me, love me not
Tearing at my very being,
Until my innards are exposed
For all the world to see,
But no beauty in my nakedness,
Just exposure
Of my anatomy.
Kathleen Jul 2019
Oh dear.
I fear I've made a history of myself.
All the paperwork is blowing in the wind.
Don't look at all my personal transactions.
Don't look at the mess I've made of my short life.
I've thought twice about the whole lot of it.
I've made amendments to every one of my thoughts and I don't trade in them anymore.
I've made memories I wish expunged from the record of existence.
Em MacKenzie Jun 2019
I broke at the shore of the ocean
but lovingly embraced the sea,
let it wash away each stain of emotion,
but got carried away and ended up drowning.
While the surf invaded my airways
and the salt brushed to my skin,
my mind flooded with memories of the sun’s rays,
unconsciously my lips found a grin.

I outstretched my arms and pried apart my fingers,
survival instinct set off alarms, but the beat in my chest lingers.
I was pushed and pulled with the current, dragged away with the tide,
my fear of aquatic lifeforms should act as a deterrent, but I decided to enjoy the ride.

Do you see the invisible strings and lines
that intertwine each life and path?
The subtle clues and the flashing signs,
the chemistry and the math.
Sharing the same air and skies,
the same language and the same view.
Similar perspective through different eyes,
different soils but it still grew.

I stood firm and unmoving on a patch of grass that wasn’t green
and I failed to remember the only thing I tried to forget.
Flashbacks and hauntings of every back that I have seen,
walking away with head held high with no regret.

And my body still aches and trembles
with all the days lost it never seemed to retain heat.
But each day gains a shimmer of the past it resembles,
and now I’m warming up except my poor circulated feet.

Do you hear the silent music and unspoken words,
that tell a long story only two or three truly know?
Drowned out by passing cars and chirps of birds,
carried away gently with the wind’s blow.
Sharing the same air and skies,
the same language and same view.
Hand on left I promise to tell lies,
because even the promise wouldn’t be true.

I saw a vision in front me that day,
I didn’t even have to block out a single shadow, I didn’t have to try.
And I smiled unknowingly, not knowing what to say,
even so the words nestled in my throat, I choked but didn’t die.

I’ll gift a map, and I’ll provide clear and written direction.
I’ll mark off each trap, and reveal the secret route to avoid detection.
SJ Vandegrift May 2019
Inside our secret confidence
Within the safety of self
We formulate words so false,
so tediously regulated,
to hide our endless faults.

But should we be found out,
Our illusions be shattered
The self-images scattered.
Social homage to live without,
Respect of friends floundered.

To us then, who tightly conceal
Reality from the brining truth,
“Abandon your games of youth!”
By breaking the terrified seal
That quiets a conscious mute.
Em MacKenzie Feb 2019
Every waking hour, I’m battling insecurities
they turn my mood sour, and I’m begging anyone to “stomp them please.”
Boiling and ice, so hot then cold,
a mistake now made twice,
I should remember the lessons I’m told.

Please stop feeding me that riffraf
all the way up the *****.
Part of me just wants to laugh
‘cause I’m not sure what else to do.

It’s the little things that compile,
and create the big things,
still work to find a smile
and return back to the swings.
Boiling and ice, scalding to freeze,
a mistake now made thrice,
the right answer’s just a tease.

Please stop feeding me that riffraf
all the way up the *****.
To calm myself I run a candlelit bath,
but the tap is just pouring glue.

We all keep walking with broken legs
and keep carrying on bleeding wounds
Even the proudest person still begs
for life to grow from ruins.
I want to solve the mystery,
travel through time and space,
‘cause this reality is misery,
when I’m not in my rightful place.

Please stop feeding me that riffraf
all the way up the *****.
The ups and downs shown on a graph,
and the statistics are painfully true.
Start by telling me everything,
as I’ve got my own show and tell,
I’ll expose myself to your sting
as long as you promise to make my heart swell.
Asante' Nov 2018
He can’t stand to love,
Yet he can’t stand to hate,
Afraid of exposure,
Its vulnerable weight.
So he builds up his walls,
To protect him from feeling,
Covering old wounds,
Which keeps them from healing.
And she sees he’s guarded,
Yet tries to unveil
The past he is hiding,
His secrets to tell,
Hating his walls,
But she can’t tear them down.
Wherever she is,
He just builds them around.
Kathryn Irene Oct 2018
Exposure

I can't hide my skin
Clothes cage my body
Gnawing to be free

Exposure to the mind
Ensues fear inside of me
I hide behind concrete walls

I cannot hide my flesh
In layers of cloth and lies
But my mind is already layered

Break apart the walls
Break apart the mind
Expose me

Exposure
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Ivy Leigh Oct 2018
To sit in silence, listening to others
blubber about things they think they know,
and I think I know better
because of my rigid brain.
There are forgotten circumstances
of misplaced judgment onto
what always feels like me.
I’m so sad my life
is being defined on others’
emotional baggage projected
on my mysterious complexity
that is seen as naive and worthless.
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