"croocked" poems - Hello Poetry

I sit here Red Coat Joint with your *** on my breath Do you see me? High heels Lace stockings Silk bra Big lips Can you see me? Danced out heels Ripped Stockings Push up bra and a croocked smile Who do you see?

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Jan 28, 2013

Jan 28, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC

misfit-doll

Look at Me

I sit here Red Coat Joint with your *** on my breath Do you see me? High heels Lace stockings Silk bra Big lips Can you see me? Danced out heels Ripped Stockings Push up bra and a croocked smile Who do you see?

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I no longer need your thin skinned metal promises. My tights are not bound with fear and jackets built to hide. No longer do I leave with fear in my heart that everyday shall be my last, but that any could be, and I should live with a fighter's soul, a scandal's mind and a lover's heart. I am no longer simply a survivor, I am a flighter, living untill I am truely queen. Silk skinned and croocked smiled I am in a race of slipery eals, winners in the eyes of the simple. I am the last of a simple line of promises, built to last, to grow, to form in strength. I am comfortable in any discomfort, a lady and a gentleman, a noble and a purse slash. I have built to see your future, and fix it with strengthened hands and a solid heart, I am part of every future, I am born to live, Building my metal promises for our never ending shooting stars.

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Sep 25, 2012

Sep 25, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC

smp

Build.

I no longer need your thin skinned metal promises. My tights are not bound with fear and jackets built to hide. No longer do I leave with fear in my heart that everyday shall be my last, but that any could be, and I should live with a fighter's soul, a scandal's mind and a lover's heart. I am no longer simply a survivor, I am a flighter, living untill I am truely queen. Silk skinned and croocked smiled I am in a race of slipery eals, winners in the eyes of the simple. I am the last of a simple line of promises, built to last, to grow, to form in strength. I am comfortable in any discomfort, a lady and a gentleman, a noble and a purse slash. I have built to see your future, and fix it with strengthened hands and a solid heart, I am part of every future, I am born to live, Building my metal promises for our never ending shooting stars.

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I have a question? What do you see when you look at me? A man, ***** hair, that I'm black,my croocked smile Or my poetry? I see ,when i look upon others, an empty room ,A new plain of existence just for us two. I say room because of the mental constructs that are divisions Race Nationality Class Religion Its not I'm me and you are you It should be we,banded together just to get through, Our lives. We differ by so little, Why we make the small contol us is a riddle. I have a question why do so few know of the moors? we don't know ourselves that's why we feel we need more and more. Why is it when we try and impress others we are frantic, But when I am proud of my history I'm afrocentric? I'm not pro any race unless you are talking the human race but even if thats the case the problem we face is that we feel like we are in a better place then those who live on the same plain,same world, same pace. The animals the plants we all come from the same soil and look how we've been spoiled with abundance but that does not warrent our decadence. We have to destroy these edifice Errected using false truthes, fear, blood and sacrifice. Why is so much hidden Why is the topic of civilized color forbidden? Why do you have to be better? Who are you trying to be better than? Where is the quantified data? Why can't we just be human?

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC

EnRoute

Question #2

I have a question? What do you see when you look at me? A man, ***** hair, that I'm black,my croocked smile Or my poetry? I see ,when i look upon others, an empty room ,A new plain of existence just for us two. I say room because of the mental constructs that are divisions Race Nationality Class Religion Its not I'm me and you are you It should be we,banded together just to get through, Our lives. We differ by so little, Why we make the small contol us is a riddle. I have a question why do so few know of the moors? we don't know ourselves that's why we feel we need more and more. Why is it when we try and impress others we are frantic, But when I am proud of my history I'm afrocentric? I'm not pro any race unless you are talking the human race but even if thats the case the problem we face is that we feel like we are in a better place then those who live on the same plain,same world, same pace. The animals the plants we all come from the same soil and look how we've been spoiled with abundance but that does not warrent our decadence. We have to destroy these edifice Errected using false truthes, fear, blood and sacrifice. Why is so much hidden Why is the topic of civilized color forbidden? Why do you have to be better? Who are you trying to be better than? Where is the quantified data? Why can't we just be human?

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