"nia" poems
Lord, Lord,
Why did You make me Black?
Why did You make me someone
The world wants to hold back?
Black is the color of ***** clothes;
The color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness;
The color of tire-beaten streets.
Why did you give me thick lips,
A broad nose and ***** hair?
Why did You make me someone
Who receives the hatred stare?
Black is the color of a bruised eye
When somebody gets hurt.
Black is the color of darkness.
Black is the color of dirt.
How come my bone structure's so thick;
my hips and cheeks are high?
How come my eyes are brown
and not the color of the daylight sky?
Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord, I just don't understand;
What is it about my skin?
Why do some people want to hate me
And not know the person within?
Black is what people are "listed",
When others want to keep them away.
Black is the color of shadows cast.
Black is the end of the day.
Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me;
And I know this just isn't right.
They don't like my hair or the way I look
They say I'm too dark or too light.
Lord, Don't You think it's time
For You to make a change?
Why don't You re-do creation
And make everyone the same?
(God answered
Why did I make you black?
Why did I make you black?
Get off your knees and look around.
Tell Me, what do you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness.
I made you in the Likeness of ME!
I made you the color of coal
From which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made you the color of oil,
The black-gold that keeps people warm.
I made you from the rich, dark earth
That can grow the food you need.
Your color's the same as the panther's
Known for (HER) beauty and speed.
Your color's the same as the Black stallion,
A majestic animal is he.
I didn't make you in the Image of darkness
I made you in the Likeness of Me!
All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow
Can be found throughout every nation;
And when all those colors were blended well,
YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION.
Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool
Such a humble, little creature is he.
I am the Shepherd who watches them.
I am the One who will watch over thee.
You are the color of midnight-sky,
I put the stars' glitter in your eyes.
There's a smile hidden behind your pain
That's the reason your cheeks are high.
You are the color of dark clouds formed
when I send My strongest weather.
I made your lips full so when you kiss
the one you love they will remember.
Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick
to withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you see in the mirror...
The Image looking back at you is MINE!
-by RuNett Nia Ebo
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
.
•
re-
kindle
the spark
that governed
this game•the fire
that once burnt as bri-
ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
pro
tect
the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart save the you will
isn't candle need
ready and to see
to make nur- me
sense ture with
of the it this
dark• to in-
fla- sig-
me• nia
as my
mark
•
.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Panibagong tula nanaman
Panibagong eksena sa aking buhay ay iyong masasaksihan
Handa ka na bang mabasa kung paano ako nasaktan?
Ng mga salitang binitawan ng taong aking pinapahalagan
Nagsimula ito nung panahon na ako ay iyong pinangakuan
Ndi ko inaasahan na magkakaroon ito ng epekto sa aking katauhan
Katauhan na aking binuo at iniingatan
Ngunit masisira ulit ng dahil sa mga pangakong nag wakas ng dahil sa mga pangyayaring di inaasahan
Akala ko iba ka sa mga taong sa akin ay ng iwan
Ang hindi ko alam isa ka rin plang martilyo na lahat ng pangako ay napapako lamang
Pinaramdam mo saakin ang saya na tumatak sa aking isipan
Ngunit nag iwan din ng sakit na hinding hindi ko malilimutan
Nakabangon ako dahil naging matatag ako
kinaya kong labanan ang sakit na iniwan mo
Kahit na binalik mo ang isang bagay na matagal ko ng gustong itago
Sinira mo nanaman ang pagtitiwala ko sa mga taong nasa paligid ko
Pero salamat pa rin sayo
Kahit na ganito ang nangyari sa buhay ko
May aral kang iniwan sa kokote ko
At yun ay wag magtiwala kung kani kanino
Ndi sapat ang tagal ng pagkakakilala
Para mapatunayan na ndi ka iiwan bigla
Dahil pag may nahanap ng iba Na nagpapasaya sakanya ng sobra
Makakalimutan nia ang taong nasa tabi nia sa tuwing siya ay may problema
Maaring ndi naging sapat ang effort na pinakita mo
Para sakanya na ndi marunong makuntento
At naghahangad pa ng mas matinding lambing at pag suyo
Kaya wag **** sisihin ang sarili mo,wala kang kasalanan sa mga ito
Laging tatandaan at wag na wag kakalimutan
Ang taong marunong makuntento sa kanyang naiibigan
Ay nagmamahal ng purong katotohanan
Hindi ko sinasabing ikaw ay aking nagustuhan
Wag umasa at baka masaktan
Pero ako ay aminado na muntikan
Muntikan na akong mahulog sa isang taong torpe at gago
At easy to get ang gusto
Ayaw mo ng make up at kung ano anong pampaganda
Pero ung jowa mo muka ng pabrika ng harina
Sa sobrang puti ng kanyang pagmumukha
Nakakatawang isipin na ndi mo napanindigan ang binitawan **** salita
Maraming pagbabago
Ung taong nakasanayan ko
Ngayon wala na sa piling ko
May iba ng babaeng gusto
Pero masaya ako sa buhay ko
Dahil may mga taong nandyan para damayan ako
Intindihin ung ugaling minsan walang sinasanto
At ung pag iisip na ndi maiintindihan ng kung sino sino
Naguguluhan ako ngayon
Pero ndi ako pinapabayaan ng bakasyon
Binibigyan niya ako ng mga bagay na maaring pagbalingan ng aking atensyon
At andyan ang tropa handang makinig sa aking drama at orasyon
May isang mahalagang taong sakin nag sabi
Mahalagang matutunan ang pagmamahal sa sarili
Upang maging puro at totoo ang pagmamahal mo sa iba
At maging buong pagmamahal ang maibibigay mo saiyong sinisinta
Sa bawat tao na sa atin ay nang iiwan
Wag mawalan ng pag asa dahil sila ay lumisan
Maaring sila ay nag iwan ng isang aral na dapat tandaan
At sa hinaharap ay magamit sa mga mararanasan
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
We sought to see the world so wide,
To blaze a trail that was oh, so bright..
Our dreams bore wings so feather light,
And we let them soar up the clear blue skies..
Thought paths we chose were so apart,
We clutched and held all that was dear.
Time that stole through the memories held,
Faded but seived all that we felt.
You held my hand at time so hard,
Bent double over the laughter riots we shared..
It ripped us when the other was sad,
And chimed in together when absolutely mad!!
A friend , A foe, my sister or soul,
I know not what you mean anymore.
Vow I do for what it's worth,
not a day goes by, that I miss you the most.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
It’s the morning of a different day—who knew there’d be another?
Lisa and I went on our harbor jog @ 5am—that’s nothing new.
It was, like 44°—we’re enjoying fall’s cold, refreshing bite.
Anyway, my mind wasn’t on it and I nearly stumbled over
a chunk of dark, uneven roadway, made invisible by its function.
Charles, jogging beside me, wordlessly managed to right me
without us losing a step and I smiled my thanks.
argh! I’ve got to get out of my head.
Later, in class, lulled by the comfort of the stiff, wooden chair, my eyes unfocused and the professor’s voice seemed to fade into the backdrop. Suddenly, he was asking me a direct question that seemed almost without context.
Metaphorically slapped back into focus, I scanned the room and the whiteboard for clues before awkwardly—walking the edge of catastrophe—bluffing it out, because, well, I’ve an instinctive reluctance to admit defeat with any sort of grace.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I had dreams—nothing with a defined purpose–just an amalgamate of bonfires and storms in a coastal scrubland with an odor of fresh cedar and a sense of casual vulnerability.
My attention today is like an intermittent pulse.
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Songs for this:
Headz Gone West by Nia Archives
Dark Red by Steve Lacy
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 8:13 AM UTC
Semitemos efil t'nia straight-
forward, os uoy yam deen ot
egnahc ruoy evitcepsrep.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
(1) Nun Izraelo diru tiun ĉi:
Se l'Eternulo kun ni ne estus
(2) Se l'Eternulo fore nin lasus
Kiam leviĝis homoj kontraŭ ni
Nian animon provantaj ĉasi
(3) Tiam vorintus certe ili nin,
Kaj tuj glutintus laŭ timo nia;
Tiel estis kolero ilia -
(4) Ĉion dronanta, kiel inundo;
ili nin trenus suben al morto.
(5) Akvo fiera, kun ondoj tiaj -
Tute la teron superfluantaj
Animojn niajn detrukovrantaj.
(6) Benu la Eternulon nun ĉiuj;
Li nin ne donis al iliaj dentoj.
(7) Kiel ĉasbirdo el la kaptilo;
La retoj estas nun disŝiritaj,
Kaj nune estas ni liberitaj.
(8) Helpas nin nur la Nom' de l'Eternul',
Kreinto de la tero kaj ĉiel'.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
no rest
for the wicked
or for
me,
no my
dreams keep me
tired,
no fire
has burnt my
bed yet,
no i’m
watching
laundry line
silhouettes
from:
the shadow box
of my head,
no this
isn’t pain
as much
as its
disorienting,
no i
need medicine
something to
keep me
awake
because
i forgot
to blink,
no it
makes no difference
whether my eyes
are closed or
open,
no dust
left
suspended in light
over the ocean
trenched
darkness.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 9:53 PM UTC
Your name is beautiful.
Your name is so ******* beautiful,
and I want to cry.
Something about the z,
or perhaps the sch
that makes me think of
hurricanes and daisies.
It's all dreams now;
tornado pastures amidst
raindrops
s(h)ifting like a fog
where the light is thin.
But you don't live here anymore.
Your bed is empty and
the sheets lie neatly.
And when your air conditioner kicks on
the air it breathes
no longer smells of you.
I think I'll sneak in through your window
to sleep in your bed
beside the soft pillowed impression
of the memory of you.
The sand lies thin on
the carpeted floor;
acrylic-painted seashells
for housing hermit *****
rest beside the television
empty.
Within the walls
hallucinations of your voice
and on the keys of the piano
the indentations of your fingers.
The hammers are broken.
Still your melody plays.
But you don't live here anymore.
At 2 a.m. I wipe the condensation
from your window pane
and shine the flashlight into your eyes--
just my reflection in the glass.
My fingerprints are fresher than yours
and where my feet fall
the dust from your shoes will be late to meet.
I think I'll lie naked between your sheets
so maybe the mattress will remember
that you felt different than I do.
Your name is beautiful.
Something about the phr,
or the nia...
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
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Auto
plushophilia
Actirasty Agal
matophilia Anas
teemaphilia A
utogynophilia
Climacophilia
Formicophilia
Knismolagnia
L ith o phil ia
Melissaphilia
Nas o l i ng us
Neb u lophilia
Psellismophili
a Pteronophili
a Pygophilia
Savant o p h i l ia
*** ill ag nia Transfestic Fetish
ism ********* Vorurephilia
Xylophilia Xylophilia
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
spierdalaj!
ha ha!
stonoga w pończochach
czy mój palec dribble dribble
i pseudo Ronaldo Caesar kiwa,
lazy wachaniem, rękopisem kćuka?
mara jakiegoś życia w rąb
epitaph; urodzony i zgon roku
dnia, mesiącem, pa pa (gest ręką,
szyfrem: do wi dze nia).
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Bercak
da
rah
asi
a
Se
du
nia
akhir
aha
sia
sia
Kasih
an
saya
ng
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
4of1
8 speaking
in gluey resin
sweaty spits all
in every rouge drowning
supple cheeks between writhing
pinkheat
carelessly incredible
screaming sourly
some
cali((for
nia)
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
I listened to role models by J. Cole for the hundredth time and I finally heard it. It was a message to our women, No Role Models To Speak Of. He spoke of women who knew he had a girl but encouraged him to act like a dog they cry about. He spoke of "I don't want no ***** from reality shows", he spoke of meaningless *** women has allowed of him and "Kick em to the door, that just how it goes". He made a song and that's all most women of today will hear from No Role Models by J. Cole, another tune. It's not another tune, it's a message. I know because I was one of those women who never heard the message in 2014, today I here it loud in clear some years later. He looks back at his past and No Role Models To Speak Of. It all starts with women and I'm sure he wish women demanded more of what they deserve. Men like complexity, a challenge and as men they deserve that too. He claimed the women didn't even show him worthy of wearing his shirt home. "Lame ****** Cant Tell A Difference, One Time For A ***** Who Knows". He wants an Ant Viv love, he said he was too young for Lisa Bonet, Nia Long... all he's left with is ******* from reality shows who can't even read a script. Can't get mad at him that his only regret is not being able to take Aaliyah home.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
there's no advance
to this thing
i'm writing
i've heard tons on
tons of the palisades
and i've never lived
west of the
missouri and
where are the palisades
define it
geographically
a minimal
comprehension or-
some other thing-
of the perception
of how people
talk
here
in
missouri
would go a far long
ways in the palisades
somewhere in
flor'da or
califor'nia
god i wish i'd known
the weight-per-
pound a baton
centered on a
human forehead
but you had
i hadn't
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
Dear, People
When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not there to see
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
It's no joke, too low
I can't cope, smoke dope for the pain
One glock, one shot, point it straight at my brain
Do not resuscitate, told you don't hesitate
I put a end to the voice in my head
Nobody ever listened to what I said
What I said, Nobody ever listened to what I said
I don't really **** with the rest
Young kid flex put the blade to ya neck
One more step, ***** you lose your head
No one remember the **** that you did
I made myself what I am
I turned myself into the man
I made this dough in my hand
But still you don't understand
Don't understand
It takes dedication and some discipline
Talent, drugs and experience
But to be honest, living life, I'm sick of it
Even if the money's still coming in
Even though people still bump my ****
**** the world
Death sounding luxurious
Look in my eyes
If you don't think I'm serious
That's why...
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
-Love Nia
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
ja kā o Kánóka? ja Kánóka o kā?
ja kei got ba fo nok za tu zon zak de ska?
i sai pen ni je ben ni je tet ni po zbu.
ju na lok ni no tok ni nãu qok ni de tsu.
ju no vol ni so dol ni qo don de so klu.
je qeu tet ni põ fet ni e sol ze e plu.
juja kā nia Kánóka ki vei ni sai blu?
i zon go deu sat qe deu lup qe deu dqu.
Where is Paradise? And Paradise is where?
Can you stand in the land where all colors are fair?
I wonder, I wander, I try to discover,
But I guess I am less than untouchable other.
But I don't like complaining all day without fail,
So I try to enjoy both the head and the tail.
So then, where is my Paradise that I find so fair?
With love, and with friendship and help. It is there.
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
my lover is leaving
dancing far away with another
her name, Nin
and as she goes
so does Will
Will who?
Will to live, of course
Nin and Will run far away
leaving gaps in the seats of the theater
empty spaces that will be filled
with people clothed in red
wearing masks labeled
happy
love
nice
giving kisses that leave you empty
flowing out into the bedsheets,
the bedsheets that you and Nin used to hide under
when the thunderstorm hit
when the lightning flashed
and you and Nin watched movies
until Will came in and tucked you to sleep
taking Nin with him,
and you would sleep peacefully,
knowing that they are right outside the door
but when you wake up
there is somebody else in your house
in the spaces that should've been filled
they whisper their names,
they could never speak loud enough to be noticed
Mia
Ana
Nia
There will be no more calm in this house
it is filled with the sound of shattering glass
breaking bones and ripped clothes
ring through the shell of a house
the house that once stood tall
now slumps in front of a heavy backpack
not able to be heard or seen
and you wait for the return of Nin
and for Will to make their way back in
and they come back
in the form of a blue pill
oblong in shape, and glimmering in the light
almost as beautiful as Nin was
and the ingredients on it say
Serotonin
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
Sippin' on that bar I be a superstar looking a far
Beyond the ******** i spit the hardest in the pit
Leave fools guts open now ya smellin' ****
Vultures peckin' ya skin stuck in this body of sin i sip Gin
Then put my **** in a Hen then back to the den
Rollin' a blunt that's bigger than a bat all of my homies pack gats
Rest in peace to the homies that got hit with the Mack
Yeah ****** up times we living in
In the hood you see more fouls than grins
Unless it's money circling drugs dealin' pigs still squealin'
But **** em i never was a role model
I rather push a Lexus 420 fully loaded on throttle
Money is the ambition bass thumpin' as my lyrics shift
In ya brain like a transmission hittin'
All gears in ya brain my intellect is a threat
That J Edgar Hoover couldn't even get cuz I got a gangsta set
No fakers on my team
Roll with with Dons who sip Dom Perignon by the millions can't trust civilians
Or politicians so I make my commission with a circle of decision
Enemies love dissin' but I see em cuz snakes always hissin' cuz
Ya styles edible my flows incredible like the hulk stalk
Talk **** fools get chalked
Walking down the valley of the
Shadow of death Nia with beer under my breath
Still thuggin' twistin' daytonas or better yet swangaz
Got a coat of rhymes sittin' on a hanger in my mind as I shine
Brighter than the sun the luminous one
Kin to Lucifer he's only one begotten son
Huh 6 carbons 6 protons 6 nuetrons
Together I'll form Voltron turn hard rhymers into vagabonds
Overseas stocks n bonds bringing capitol punishment like Big Pun
My bank rolls swole
Watch out for the rats that love cheese that's why I feed em lyrical disease
Once the venom in em
They fold like origami once I sound the Tommy
Hidden' in the breast of my Latin mommie
Who is this?? That's the introduction of death
Makin' bodies rock from right to left the one *****
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC