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sheloveswords Sep 2015
I's don' really know much
only how to cook and clean
fa ma marster's and they chillun
they tries to teach me to read
i's neva liked the white folks edumucation
so I's just stay in the field
spend time with the sun
until the moon comes
and take me on away
das my's only time to heal
from the scars they puts on my skin
from the scars they puts in my mind
from the scars they puts on my family
my brothers and nem
I's wonder all the time
will we ever be free?
I's think of it everyday
cant wait for it to be
Mama always worked in the kitchen
but she has her fav spot
next to the chimney she a sit
listen to the white folks talk
I's pray all the time she ont get caught
one day she heard sumn
mussa been real good
Is seen her smiling
as Jesus himself gon an got mama a new dress
but I's know ha smile na
tha day she sats in a corner listnin'
she hurds them finely' say we's free
we's free
but marster wouldnt let us go
she herd' em tell mistus
he wont let us free till me make sommo'
for thems to eat
but mama hops out that chimey corner
jumps to her feet
I's herd' ha yelling
"I's free I's free'
"then she runs to the field 'gainst marster's will
and tol' all the other slaves n they quit work"
I's seen all the hoes and rakes falls to the dirt
dat nite ma slip out the house
like a banana was at da do'
she hids' in the ditch
I's get snuck out my bed
next I's in mamas arms
I's look at mama's tied' feet
running so fast
to chase her freedom
I's hear shots from *****
dem dogs barking n growlin'
Lord please keep mama safe
and the Lord hears ma prayas'
cause' that nite
afta alls the yelling cryin' n sweating
me and mama
we finely gits away



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sheloveswords Sep 2015
He goes against my code of conduct.  
I am a poet, I love words.
but He.
He makes my poetry sings
and never have I performed a tune
I provide the words, The rest he brings
he's a live concert under the moon
the vibrations of his life flow creates the perfect songs to make up to
to break up to
and after the wounds are healed
and the war has ended
he turns my poetry to the most wonderful songs to make love to.
sheloveswords Aug 2015
Love flowing as a river
currents of passion rushing to the gulf
of your open wound
somewhere near that place
where your heart use to beat


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Simply written
sheloveswords Aug 2015
You are my loose leaf and I scribble on you.
sheloveswords Jul 2015
Him:
"You make me feel like I'm on top of the world."

Her:
"Because you are, King. "
sheloveswords Jun 2015
I have never written about you,
and I never will.




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sheloveswords Jun 2015
I had a desire to dance, enchantedly I danced all night*



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