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Tuffy Mutombo Mar 2020
The eyes that see beyond the seas are always free to see
what they want to see

I would bleed a million seas if I lost all that life meant to me

With you I could be who I want to be
Young wild and free

Words written on emotions are called poetry
Emotions felt with words are called love
They always float on seas
that only lovers could see
Tuffy Mutombo Mar 2020
He cried for her to stay
She left with his heart in her hands
Drowning it in her tears
He slept with his fears
heartless he was
A savage seeking his next victim
Insecure growing up with no father
And an addict for a mother
Motherless Brooklyn
your city lights never sleep
Your heart sold for attention to the next buyer
Left alone on an island called Coney
Summer nights become cold as the heart of winter
Creating a cold killer
Oh Motherless Brooklyn she hopes you heal
But in the meantime she hopes
you spend time in hell
As you in hell
For the pain you caused her
Weak men fall victim to their insecurities
While blaming it on their passionless passion
aggressive nature, leaving prints on past lovers
While tucking Their souls under covers
Motherless Brooklyn you have not seen your sin
A fool to love you are
As you fiddle with old scars
You are a victim of a perfect crime
Tuffy Mutombo Mar 2020
We are all addicts of peace and when we don't have it, we panic flip.
Let's remember these days when salaries didn't separate us.
As we enter a state of emergency.
Can't you see, this is not where we supposed to be.  
Death does not discriminate, who knew a virus would be what brought people together.
Celebrities sharing salaries as the hungry and homeless getting fed.
Schools closing as we ordered to stay inside.
Fear of close company.
They call it social distancing, that's far from reality.
Stock market crashes as millions of bible verses posted on social media sites, airlines canceling flights.
No entertainment tonight.
Fear of getting infected as the government orders 8 billion people to wash their hands, but still, we live in a ***** word, full of government fear, jealousy, and greed.
Doctors and nurses sacrifice their lives to honor their professions. Oh my, what a deep revelation.  
Hard times don't last, tough people, do.
Its what you do when your back is against the wall, that shows the real you.
I pray you find peace in times of tribulations.
When its all said and done I hope we don't revert back to our old ways of segregation and true form of social distancing.
Tuffy Mutombo Mar 2020
Cold winter breeze
Please don’t make my heart freeze
Numb you leave me
Confused and dazed
Fazed for days
Twisted in your ambiguity
Do you love me or just want to use me
Please don’t rush me
But feel the need to need me
Because I have a heart beat
that beats to your melody

I am just a broken glass full of mistakes
If you drink from me I hope you get no cuts
here comes a heart full of pain
needing your therapy
Your words got the best of me
I am left feeling empty
But full of an emotion I know not how to explain
But feel it from within
Tuffy Mutombo Feb 2020
Black is power
Power is black
400 years of pain and torture
Bodies Confined in ghettos
Government planted drugs
Drug stores on every ghetto corner
owned by white owners
Guns and violence labeled communities
Living in fixed income homes
Kings and Queens with no thrown
Facing poverty, while chasing a fantasy
Crime becomes vital as it is part of reality
Malcolm tried to save them, so they had to take him
Martin was also taken by an assassin
Society labels blacks as superior athletes
but fails to applaud our superior mindsets
Education in our bloodlines
Look at what the Egyptians accomplished
Voices of the numb taken to regret-filled coffins
Rosa Parks sat down so we could stand up for civil justice
What is justice?
Freedom or is it just a word for acceptance
These are words for young Kings and Queens
You are more than a statistic
your skin shade doesn't determine your worth  
your mindset controls the narrative
so don't let society control it
For the racist, I pray you learn to resist
The urge to hurt us, label us, or control us
Because our black minds will never be boxed
Tuffy Mutombo Feb 2020
The black widow
Was hallow
Shallow Ego’s she swallowed
Her last lover was mellow
A good old fellow
Whose heart she trampled
now he forever sleeps underground a floor
with all his troubles
Tuffy Mutombo Feb 2020
Love
floats
like
a
butterfly
and
stings
like
a
bee
it
even
makes
the
strong
feel
weak
at
the
knees
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