Displeased with exhausted mind Though ugliness embodies perfection Of the creation majesty empower The whites aren't right And black ain't beautiful Questioning the creativity And erroneous concept of beauty We somewhere fades our own reality Indulge with your voice inside Whose raising the vocals of equality Whose antonishing signs Are reflection of humanity Now the quest of questions Is out of answers inherently Yet hopes are serene enough To resist a human world And here the wrong things Are done with good intentions.
Bare feet Teared clothes Eyes with tears Consoling her fear She was ***** Broken and burned Still people taped Her parents told her You'll be not married Nor have kids It's better to be silent and mild Her voice being shivered Shouted! If my words Will not shout Rapists voice will be loud World will make me choose Tough honor or life I have nothing to loose Nothing to loose People may refuse May repel my voice But i being robbed And justice is what I wanna eloped ♥️
Women's aren't *** toys ! They are the powerhouse of a house. Women's are 100 men . **** is serious matter across world. Wse have to change our mentality and ask our sons to respect not only who gave birth to them but also other's daughter,mother and sister #raiseyourvoice Share your views and share this♥️ Dm for collaboration
Our bond formed by fate can never be broken because with each rising sun you enter my dawdling mind and my heart begins to quaver like the birds of freedom Too soon, the sunlight glitters As the dawn turns to gray to gold Her 'i love you' came leisurely Like the monsoon pouring down on a cracked roof There are fondness songs in her eyes singing lullabies When she hover pin me down with her stare There are love poems on the tip of her tongue I taste while kissing her There are good vibes that surpassed all tribes in giving off the positivity i need for my stubborn reality For her meaningful silence That gave me better comprehensions I would dauntlessly lay out to her That the way i feel for her They say drowning is bad, but how about Drowning in love? I want to swim in the deepest parts of her soul Above all powers off i float Higher than all earthly treasure To a kingdom without measure Above all myths made stone Vast than every regal throne Wild night's that last through dawn Rocking and rolling out in my lawn She wraps one around in the cadence of her voice, like old songs one had forgotten about I' am feeling the rhythm and melody of her sway Divine ecstasy in pleasures I am feeling so sublime.
They tell us we discriminate because of the color of their skin. An unjustly comment and they only see us as whites. Stuck between a now cold war between colors. They paint an image of victimization as they feel unfairly treated in ancestry years. I say , get over it.
How many has marked this broken lover between the sheet and on the streets. How many has gripped her hips and tasted her lips. How many has , not once , but countless times degraded her in her bliss , shattered her gift , ruined and wrecked her for her next "knight" . How many of you will come to realize that many of us still hide. How many of you , will see. How many will there be.
Some truth in those words in every lover you may come across
words creates strings of emotions, it connects from one reader to the other.
-quote- i just had a passing thought earlier on what to do next year or whenever i got the time to retrack my life. I really wanted to write a story or a tale. I want it to be completed this time. When writing a story went inside my heart, i manage to write several chapters but i never got to finish them. I always thought that my knowledge or experiences wasn't enough for me to built a solid plot or realistic/fantasy viewpoint. I remember this quote i wrote for a review in wc i did last week and realize that our poetic words is an extension of our life's strings, maybe this is one reason why i write quotes which reflects my life and the life around me whenever it is in writing or reality. It is a reminder, a guide, or even a inspiration to those who write. You know, at some points within my realm of thoughts, i tried to forget and even give up writing because i have a low self-esteem, as i grow older it never went up to confidence, so it went to my heart and become stone that i went on isolation to never finding any relationship, even friendship on the real -world i considered them as acquaintance, i built up a wall upon myself. sigh... i got side track on my life, sorry for that... my point now it that never stop writing, as i am doing myself to keep on going. thanks for reading....
Mama always said that Repeating something Over and over Will wear down it's meaning. Or lives, are the same way. Watch the sunset Often enough And it just becomes 6 p.m. Make the same mistake Over and over And you stop calling it a mistake If you just wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up One day you'll forget why. Nothing is forever, mama said.