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Rue Apr 2019
People thinks she is mean,
Some say shes hard to get,
But they just don’t know what it means
To be treated bad, by the guy she trusted hard.

People say she has the heart of stone.
But they just don’t understand
She has to put her heart on guard because
He doesn’t use his heart but uses his Hand

She let go of her past and start something new
Became strong and fearless
But something blew
The fate been ruthless

The guy return to win her
But little did he know she is all brand New.
He buys her ring and
Introduce her to all his crew

But he still the same, full of promises less of action
Full of adjectives but less of verbs
He thinks he is some kind of Prince Charming in some kind of animation
That either make her day or leave her aching for days.

The queen is the new King
Let her reign her castle
And see how she nailed that thing
Without any hustle ;)

The so called “prince” left her
But she remain strong,
The manipulation does not affect her.
She took a hit through a ****
And realize where she truly Belongs

The girl that used to be beaten up by manipulations
Is now a woman with no Fears,
She asked for recognition for going through war with no gears.

She recognized herself, realized she doesn’t need validation…
So Slayyyy my Queeing
This poem is for this girl, who’ve been into a rough time with her past. Wishing that she can find someone that will love her more than anything, because she deserves it
How could I want the art of poetry to be dominantly white and male?
There's way too female poets of color and white female poets that ate much better than I
I couldn't live peacefully in the old days with that being apparent
My intentions are transparent
I think women are better with their words
I'm just an intimidator I feel
But it only takes one for these lines to congeal
Art is a three course meal
And it should not be overlooked
She fills up my stadiums and gets them overbooked
How could I want poetry to be white and male?
The elitist mindset is *******
There's far too many female poets who deserve a trophy of gold
And their hearts to heal.
And there's also too many male poets who don't deserve the image of elitism.
Traveler May 2021
Dear Betrayal
You’ve always been near
You limited loving
Intimidator...

You lured me in
Your deceitful web
Moths of time
Dried up dread

I don’t take it personally
The action of wrong
I never assumed
You meant to stay long

The waters shall wash
And so soon we shall see
The truths that uphold
Our inventories

Dear Betrayal
I forgive you
I wish you the best
And so I shall sleep on
Straight through your mess!
Traveler 🧳

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