"mored" poems
More dangerous than an injured body
Is an an injured mind
No wounds to fix
No wounds to bind
Nothing wrong
At least to the eye
Worse than an injured body
Is an injured mind
How can you fix what you cannot see?
You can't, so there's no fixing me
More frustrating than an injured body
Is an injured mind
For our advances in medicine
For the body astound
But when it comes to the cerebral realm
We are all but blind
More shameful than an injured body
Is an injured mind
For with physical pain there is someone, something to blame
But what hope is there when your own thoughts turn against you?
Mored dangerous than an injured body
Is an injured mind
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Everywhere you go
You see the same hoes
Throwing up deuce signs
And showing bra and ***** holes
*** shots galore
Posing on the floor
By an opened door
Thinking they a star
When they average joes
Hoes come in many fashions
No color bashing just blasting
All these fakes
Sitting on social media
Ain't got nothing in they names
But an account
And few followers for the fame
Internet celebrities
At best they say I'm hatin?
How humpty you getting played see
By the industry
Thinking you a women
But really a ***** day n night
Like Al B Sure
Don't get upset with me
Cuz of the choices you
Made in society in reality
Real women seek goals
And girls seek attention
So break that spiritual prism
You mored fused than a religions
Mixed with a bunch of ***** n *****
And at they same time
You at church making confessions n ****
Bet you thinking God smilin cuz of yo wilding
Sit down darling you startling
My words be sticking you like Marlin
Pardon me
I can't help but to expose the truth
Light upon the darkness
Grazin yo temples
Stop being simple and replica of Thot Central
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
he
glowing,
burning;
she,
aloof,
satirical;
he,
bound for adventure;
she,
mored to the shore;
he,
launched,
incautious;
she,
solitary,
left out - and,
ready to implore a share,
his disaster,
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC