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  May 2017 Jasmine
puritypuke
trust
trəst/
Noun
1. i know i don’t need anyone to make me feel better, that i can handle these things on my own. but speaking to you makes everything seem so much quieter.


2. there is me with tears streaming down my cheeks like rain. i cry all the time because i never cried when i was younger. there is you, with fire in your veins and hands dusted with the ashes of what is left of me.


3. you speak to me like i'm a person, like i have value and that you believe in me. you’re an entity and i want nothing more than to live in your heaven.
Jasmine May 2017
My blood is red
Danger
The moon shines white
Purity

If I bathe in moonlight each night
Could I wash the sin off of me?
I've done a lot of wrongs in my life and sometimes feel like I've become trapped in my world which is falling apart due to my bad decisions.Sometimes I wish something as simple as this could make things all better
Jasmine May 2017
We know only to tolerate our pain
Hide and keep them like secrets
Yet the difference is even if words never speak it
Your truth will unveil
Whispered stories will tell

No matter how high you may get
Your faults will still grasp you on a leash
“Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee”
There is no quote as sweet thee

On a journey to awaken your third eye
But your desires have caught fire
Smoke clouds rise too high
Three eyes and you still blind

To the happiness they hide from you for their own false satisfaction
While bullets brisk through bricks and windows fenced
The sun shines behind their white picket fences
We scream and feign
they watch and laugh like t.v.
How senseless to ask justice from the hands of the man who feeds you poison
Expecting a response not only centered around himself
Law enforcement agencies can get extra money from federal grants if they show a high number of arrests related to drug use and selling, so it is of financial value to the department to arrest as many people for drug related offenses as possible. They're using us for their own satisfaction and we don't even realize it
Jasmine May 2017
The grass was always greener on the other side
Seemingly
And as the seams started splitting,
Dreams
started
.. drifting ..


Yet I hope you've lifted
To see the hopes that you'd never find on the ground
The bright lights that always wanted to surround
The smiles as people cherish the sound
Of your emotions handthreaded into melodic rhymes
Never would you let your story go unheard
Ambitious
Never would you be seen with flaws in your walk
Beauty
You were always the things you never thought you were good enough to be
With an intellect as deep
as the sea
The waters may not be as shallow as you think
  May 2017 Jasmine
Martin
I admit i'm insanely inlove
I invest so much effort
Just to be with you
But your love so dimmed
Like a busted bulb

I exaggerate things i've never been done
And i'm end up hallucinating
I becoming hysterical
For falling deeply inlove

Sometimes i've lost my senses
I forgot to love my self
More than i love you
This love brought me to agony
And i'm starting digging my grave
  May 2017 Jasmine
thebutterfly-writes
there will be times i'll
be writing to find myself

and

there will be times i'll
be writing to lose myself

you'll never know which.
Jasmine May 2017
They used to ****** people that look like I do
They do ****** people that look like I do
They've taken away my freedom and put my mind in a cage
No use to fight the bloodshot eyes
Stained from the tears I cry
Our cries for justice and equality they are trying to hide behind bars
because they know that nobody dares to read between the lines of white lies
They are trying to silence us
Keeping an entire race from the ability to arise

When blackbirds die, why can't we ever hear their screams?
Maybe that's why they never hear our screams,
For black lives to actually matter

Injustice has grabbed us by the hand with a grip that we can barely withstand
We cannot break free from what our skin defines us as
They say be afraid,
I'm just another face in the crowd of a picture of silenced serenity
Because dark skin is really just a picture of crowded statistics and percentages
We stay in the shade because that's the only place we seem to fit in
Maybe that's why we seem to be walking in the dark like zombies
Killed by the sweetness of black suicide , genocide
I'm tired of trying to put my sorrows aside

Our children love to play in the rain
Dark hearts
Dark souls
Dark minds
Seem to come along with having dark skin
The rain finally gives it a companion
Our little boys can finally find a release
Cry the tears they always held back
Because they were taught that real men don’t cry
But the rain
Protects him from criticism
He asks
“If I cry alone,
Will heaven still accept me?”

Let us pray
‘Our father who hide in shadows
Humble be thy name
Thy love will never come
Thy affection is solely done
An integration of lines from pieces I've written in the past on women's rights, relationship issues, and race inequality. Hopefully this can help some see that these topics are one in the same.

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