"sista" poems
I am somebody
Shot in the Head...
Found the bullets.
Coroner Said.
A child of God struck dead.
Gang related disputing Fools.
Aiming cowardly bullets right at you.
I guess praying prayers just won't do.
There is no safe in these hard knocks realities' Truths.
Our Sista child!
Our mother child!
All the while the bodies pile.
Her body now adds to that 'the shootings aren't as bad as last year' body count.
Can't even stand anywhere in your city NOW?
Something has to truly give.
There's a plague of rigid legalities, relaxed moralities, and political realities stealing the 'safe' from our dying breed.
The Black man withering away in siphoning inequalities.
Doubling unemployment stretches outward like a statistical wild fire....
Our present fact.
There is a genocidal component to these criminal acts.
Copyrighted (C)
Published in the 2018 Edition of the Reconstructed Literary and Visual Journal at Governors State University.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
That cowgirl won’t go
Won’t ride
Won’t die
Sittin’ on the pisspot in a one horse town
Salient sista, she sees them cowpokes
And they do their damndest to draw her attention
Oh, she’s seen chairs thrown, barfights break out
And the piano man run away
Sometimes they shoot the others down
All for the chance to pay two dollars
To lay with the only cowgirl in town
She’s the Queen Sheba of the saloon girls
**** loose and fast
Motherly and tender, it’s all for the askin
Sanctified or sinister, that cowgirl won’t go
Won’t ride
Won’t die
I asked her to marry me
Many times before
She laughed and said, “Honey, you can’t have me.”
In my naïveté I thought I could change her wayward ways
Domesticate her like I’d break a young filly
All the thoughts of getting off the trail, building a house,
Settling down and starting a family.
But that cowgirl won’t go
Won’t ride
Won’t die
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Hey king
Just wanna ask you a few things
Because I noticed lately that vibe between us has been changing.
My first question is, To you does my love still mean anything?
Like , I use to be able to feel you in my being....
And you were the man that my subconscious created in my dreams brought to reality
But that feeling has faded and I feel quite jaded.
I mean I been patient with you I have waited
Does our human hearts no longer connect one to another feeling related?
Are you not pleased with my soul being naked?
Things haven't been as good as it once seamed
I mean, Have you lost interest?
Does the soothing sound of my voice no longer put the stress of your mind at rest?
Are you not impressed by the offerings of my very Best?
Cause I'm in a place of loneliness.
And You were once My sunshine but now that you are gone I'm the forced to shine my moonlight on Painted sky of my own darkness.
I'm sitting here with only memories of you and I as I reminisce
While missing our hour long conversations filled with love and tenderness that ignited a fire burning with bliss.
And with your deep, smooth, and sensual voice you caressed my heart until my mind relentlessly undressed.
And at the thought of you my love ticker rapidly beats outside the ***** of chest.
Just to know A man like you I was sincerely blessed.
but now I must Confess that Me being without you I have turned into a mess.
What happened?
I thought what we felt was beyond the physical attraction.
Because of the way you had my all of me reactin
as if I were the ship amongst the sea And you were my captain.
Maybe I'm just overeactin
Or maybe I just Didn't met the standards of your satisfaction.
So can you please tell me did our seed of affection not sprout?
Have we reached a love drought?
Can you sense my fears and doubts?
What is this silent treatment about?
Like can you help a sista out?
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Insecurities
I rest
Comfortably
In my Gods blessings
I see
You may not agree
Still
You stay talkin' bout me?
Ain't it a sight to see
A woman who lacks the insecurities
You slap upon your ***
Like graffiti tags to concrete
My freedom is fortified
Leaving you mortified
By the comparisons
But then again
I won't condescend
I won't react and attack
With the same ******** you extend
Instead may I recommend
Some knowledge
From one sista to another:
Much can be achieved
When you let go of the beliefs
Imposed by those
Who know
No other way
To be
(c) 2010. Composed by Soulfull. Soulful Synergy, LLC.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Been on this forum just a short time
Found amazing talent from all kinds
Makes me wanna dub this creative flow
As the greatest ever, if you don’t know
Thus my admiration has been sparked
To write mad verses with a flaming mark
You are the ingredients of this unique brew
That I’m now calling the “Quintessence” crew
So here’s to the “Q,” your words have weight
More than silver and gold, ’cause you’re my mates
Here’s to the eyez of earth’s celestial Angel
X-raying minds to diagnose and become less tangled
Here’s to the fury of the beast, a.k.a. Animal
Ripping at the life we sometimes take for granted
Here’s to the western gunslinger, holla Pug
Blasting us with the creativity from them slugs
Here’s to the sweetness of sista Sara
Walking the mule as a humane barer
Here’s to the Feminine heart of a special Poet
Grounding us to reality, a toast from a glass of Moet
Here’s to the petals from the Y2K1 budding Rose
Missing the nectar to feed the bees and in those…
Here’s to the shiny armor of gleaming love, the Arhanghell
Giving us adventurous tales, ready to drop more coins in that well
Here’s to the food from the Miller they call Keith
Dropping them verses like tender, tantalizing beef
Here’s to the endeavors of the newbie, a Creator of Love
Soaring the clouds fiercely with the freshness of a dove
Other members of the “Q” are still missing in action
Hope you come back to be part of this elite faction
So this dedication will continue to be unfinished
Not whole, but waiting to be no longer diminished…
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
As you attempt to pour more political doctrine down my throat
I check the change in my pocket
for
the laxative I‘ll have to buy
from my legal drug dealer
REALLY!?!
Did you not know that your words are;
indigestible,
incorrigible
&
wholly corruptible?
How do you manage
to
politically caress your own eardrums
reach
through your sinuses,
tickling
the lining of your
esophagus
and yet,
make me cough?!
Your response to truth is truly painful,
you feel it in your chest,
your ***** heaves and razes
you have a fit gesticulating policies
flipping birds that won’t fly
It’s too late!
Mr "I went to Oxford so I must have the plan"
Mr Self-Interest man
Mr Ivy-league, Whitehouse, Whitehall...."Cambridge was better",
Mr I can do all things that superman can.
Mr “If we win the elections next year”...
Man
Take your leave,
your term is over,
School is out
&
the old boys no longer love you.
Time!
to
run for
cover,
under the
colour,
of
your favoured
currency umbrella.
But
If you’re African
"it's okay"
you can stay a little while longer
and bequeath the throne
to your brothers', sisters', uncles', sons' junior brother!
Turn it into a dy-nasty
Bring on board;
Kwadjo,
Mary,
Abena,
Kwesi,
Uncle Nepa,
Sista Tism
&
Aunt Ivy.
Ah-Geee!!!
This nonsense is highly unpalatable
I’m past the word puke
my bile sack is empty
because your drunkenness is spreading
&
**y o u’r e
s t i l l
b l o w i n g
m e
f u m e s!**
*Your democracy
has made your Guinea-Pigs
demi crazy,
has captured this poets’ goat
Slaughtered it
&
mandated this verbal frenzy*
Enough!
Of this alcoholic experiment
I’m not drinking anymore,
I’ve cried blood!
and now "my eyes are red"
Looking forward
to being 'tee-totally' sober,
while
U
**c o n t e m p l a t e
t h i s
v e r s e
o f
p o e t i c,
p o l i t i c a l,
M U R D E R.**
© Qwey.ku
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Like air to lungs
Like love to lovers
Like life to death
Till death do us part
Till God makes us see
In him we all need
One another
One after the other
Brotha & Brother
Sister 2 Sista
Like water to a well
Lets not wait until it runs dry
Eyes wont dry
Until another color cries
With us, not for us
There is only one race
the hueman race
translation
man of color
many colors of men
Color coated pain
Assorted flavors of oppression
All leave a bitter taste
In the mouth of a wordsmith
these words hit like bricks
against walls
in glass houses
with paper doll people
the revolution is being televised
because revolution cannot be heard
without being seen
focus your lense
See yourself
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
I just want to make my parents proud
I just want to make my sister proud
I just want to make my family proud
I just want to make my managers proud
I just want to make my friends proud
I just want to make my teachers proud
I just want to make my future companion proud
I want them to feel like they knew someone of substance and a bright future
That it was worth all the time
They put in
To create an artful craft that needed to be nurtured and helped
Just so you know, I'm working on it
Its going to be hard to be the best
Its going to be hard to destroy the expectations and make them even higher
But Lord knows I got it
I got him
I got you bro
I got you sista
I got you stranger
Your time will be worth it, I promise I won't falter
I will do what it takes to sour
Thank you for everything y'all have done
I'm no longer undone
Now, let's have some fun
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Escape to a place where the collection of my thoughts are placed
Gray matter leading to a ladder or not cuz I'm in a shell
Mysterious rebel against what I may think is right
Maybe I'll float in a vast ocean and be right
I can't seem to bond with the same *** so I jus lean towards what is best
Alas young mama cuz you were always looking for a sista not a brotha or Mista
See I always had male friends
Made me Tom boyish to make some amends
But recently I was hit my storm
Met a group of women who don't make me feel forlorn
Horns to what may seem devilish
Metalish...nah that's not them
I can't actually be myself around them
My girlfriends
No judgement
No jury
Jus bein me
Now I see I can actually have girlfriends after all these years
Ginuine friendship...kinship
Cat fights...nah
Cuz we too pretty and classy for that
NBU brought us together
How can such a horrible place lead to friendships amazing grace
Girlfriends...
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
I like mine two cream, two sugars my addiction sans friction.
You see coffee is my benediction to alphabet soup.
Sing as song of sixpence.
a pocket full of rye.
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
Sister Loretta.That witch.
She gave me my first hit.
So long ago I had forgotten.
5 foot 2 eyes of blue. In a nun's habit.
I was all of eight years old and full blown away by the woman showing her chin and brow
in the Caribbean heat cool as the other side of the pillow Strange. Even then strange that a woman
would choose to dress in a black full length jacket that swept the ground as she walked.
Sweet as cane syrup. patient as a monk.
She gave me the love of words.
So Where is sister now I wonder ?
Probably pushing daises from under. That was many years ago.
Mia culpa. But I always wished for x-ray eyes. to see beyond her disguise.
Was she all woman or some holy mutation.
built to reject natural passion.
Mia culpa.
sister Loretta was forbidden fruit. One of god's many wives.
And I could only have one ?. Hmmmmm leme think this one over.
Blasphemer.
8 year old wood is hard to mess with.
Any dude out there who went to parochial school and did not have that one
on the replay spool, throw yer hands up.
.....That is what I thought.
Okay. just had my cuppa Joe.
And now I'm gonna let you go.
Just wanted you all to know.
Sista Loretta was Smokin Hot.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Sit up straight
And listen up,
Because this is not a drill and
I am only going to say this once:
I am not ebony -
A piece of decorative wood.
Nor am I chocolate-
Ready to melt into myself with the heat of your touch.
I’m not you’re “sista” –
We are not related.
And I’m definitely not your “gurrrrl”.
We never dated.
I will tell you what I am:
You may want to take a deep breath now…
I am a Black woman.
Yes, with a capital ‘B’.
I am a Black woman.
Who is exhausted because
everything I do is silently political.
Whom I choose to dance with in the club
Is political – “is she into white guys, or black?”
The way I answer the question:
“Where are you from…?”
“No, where are you really from?”
Is political – “You look different from me, so I need to put you in a labelled box and **** at you with my mind.”
Like saying I’m from near your ends isn’t a good enough answer.
My accent?
Political – “Why is she so well-spoken? Who adopted you?”
It confuses you, because it doesn’t match my South London skin tone.
The way I choose to style my hair
Is political – I wear weaves because I want to be European and hate myself. I wear afros because I hate Europeans and love myself.
How I pronounce my own surname
Is political – Do I simplify it to spare your blushes when you mispronounce it?
The music I proudly declare to enjoy –
Political.
I must be a secret bloke – like that Serena fella of the telly.
‘Cause no fuckable girl has looks like that.
And my skinny arms?
Well, they never fed me in the orphanage, remember?. I’m obviously malnourished like my family back in the Motherland.
You say: “I don’t see race – we are all one.”
Good for you.
but, I cannot afford to pretend to be colour-blind because
I am a Black woman-
Bottom of the rung.
I am affected and I am exhausted.
I am a Black woman-
But that is not all that I am.
Are you still sitting straight?
Can you hear me in the back?
Because this is not a drill
And this woman is Black.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
Just gots home from seeing momma
In da south Dakotas.
Its rainy snowy kold.
Momma getting old saw ma
Brothas one sista.
Ma babye cousin growin up
I missed her.
Felt good seeing momma
Got back home.
I jus don't like for da
Christmas season
I will feel all alone.
Gots me Christmas lights hung around the patio
Gon have to light up fireplace
Keeps warm.
Hope for something special this season
No more hartbrake or bad turns.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
My contri people
I tire for this mata
Person run go there na wahala
Person waka come here
I beg wen I see
Serious kasala
My contri people
Story full ground
Na so Aisha for detim side
Dem no fit go school
Dem no even fit sleep well
Unto say these people
Dem call BH
Fit just scatter ground
My contri people
We young soji people
We bin reason am say
If we hustle go school
Lock up for morning and afternoon
Softly arrange Ewa Agoyin for night
We believe say our Suru go lere
My contri people
Person turn ogbologbo for school
Sake of say na wetin
Sake of say na so so strike, haba
My contri people
Dis no be story for us o
Na story for the gods
E no get any work for any where
How person wan do Bad guys
Pepper no rest
Day before yesterday
Yomi just come lament
Unto say him chikala done follow one Chidi
Way come from America
International
Yomi say Shade say
'' I am not getting younger
My biological time is ticking
You are 37 still leaving with your parents
I hope you understand''
My guy breakdown
Come to think of the mata
Shade get truth for her talk
She done tire, she done try , she done wait
If na your sista nko, omo na to port na
She got to move on mehnn
I no blame her
Now dem say na election
******* mehnn
As you see me so, I no send
Dem say DEMOCRACY
Demo wat
I say demo fire
My contri people
I NO VOTE
I VOTE O, I NO VOTE O
Who go win go still win
We cry o, die o, shout o
Dem go just look us like lucozade
My country people
people dey bailout
Go yonder
I send dem now
Because that na the way forward
Ds mata no be today
Story full ground
My countri people
Written By; Esther Esuga
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Down at Mary Lou's,
There's a Venezuelan *****
I'd have married her at 16
If we were south of Mason Dixon,
She's as sweet as cotton candy
She's a Venezuelan fox,
She has all the right ingredients
To be unorthodox.
Down at Mary Lou's
There's a Venezuelan momma,
She looks hotter than Hell
And knows nothing of Obama,
She has a way with coffee beans
A special way to grind,
The brew so stimulating
Oh baby; What a find!
Down at Mary Lou's
There's a Venezuelan beauty,
She blends outstanding coffee
And she really is a cutie,
Whenever I stop by
I feel her Venezuelan heat,
I get an overwhelming urge
Just to have a bite to eat.
Down at Mary Lou's
There's a Venezuelan girl,
She makes the finest Latte'
With a little mocha curl,
Her steam is hyper-pressured
Milk frothing to a frenzy,
I think I'll wait outside for her
To perform an apprehenzie.
Down at Mary Lou's
There's a Venezuelan dame,
She prepares an awesome beverage
While I play a little game,
It’s called watch the Coffee Maid
Tamp the grounds and make some steam,
Oh, this Venezuelan Coffee chick
Is an old man’s sweetest dream.
There's a Venezuelan princess
Down at Mary Lou's,
If I had done the hiring
She's the one I'd choose,
Her charisma is intoxicating
Her aromas even more so,
And when she wears that skimpy T - shirt
I'm just nuts about her torso.
Down at Mary Lou's
Things are heating up,
I keep dropping in for coffee
At three bucks a cup,
And while I'm on the subject
Regarding a Venezuelan Barista,
If she isn't available.........
Might she have a sista'?
A vacation too short
But the views were **** good,
Thanks to a Venezuelan beauty
Preparing coffee as one should,
I'll return again a year from now
And stop at Mary Lou's,
Will the Coffee chick come back again?
If not I'll sing the blues.
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:29 PM UTC
Luv ya sista, my sista
For the crutch I sometimes need
Luv ya sista, my sista
For the advice I fear to heed
Luv ya sista, my sista
For the beacon I found in life
Luv ya sista, my sista
For the cross I bear no strife
Luv ya sista, my sista
For the calm I now know
Luv ya sista, my sista
For in my words I have no foes
“L” is the life seen through your eyez
“U” is the usual way of your disguise
“V” is the vibrancy in your raps
“Y” is the youth of your laugh
“A” is the angelic nature of your persona
“S” is the soul exhibited and I wanna…
“I” is the influence on your herd
“S” is the sense common to your words
“T” is the torment quelled by your caring
“A” is the allure undeniable to your daring.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
Good morning sunlight!
When you get up in the morning
to go out to work to struggle to fight.
To see you is such delight!
No matter what your personal strife.
Your about that earning a living to make a good life.
Your a man.. Of passion love and support.
Your dedication who could abort.
I admire, Your stability the strength and fire.
Keep laboring hard staying on your grind.
Doing what you need to to have peace of mind.
may our lil naughty behaviors be forgiven.
As grace puts us in a better needful state within.
Meaning keeping emotions in check
spirit cleansed to come correct.
Your passion I can't resist and
your way seems so perfect.
A friendship I can't reject!
If your fat or thin, You'd still be adorable and lovable.
So hard to scold.
Just wanta keep you your so superfly ...
Your so handsome I like your style I won't lie.
Creamy brown sensation
you rock my inner nations,
Hey Mister can a Sista..
Just roll wit cha.
From day One I knew.
There was something special about you!
sharday3.. the rosepoet..
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
Sista of Love Light and Joy!
All is as it shud or need be
Are U not the end and beginning as U are
Is it not grand Joy to stand upon the
shoulders of Giants and See the Trees and Rocks
as those Coming Greater still!
In the Heart Centered Beingness of
Love Light and Motion Know Thyself...
that is Steward of Our Rolling Home...
See Perfectly Ur Continuum Where…
the Beginning End and Begin again is U...
so therefore Rejoice n Sing Angel Sing!!
In Love Sista Love!!!
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
to find salvation in this snowy station
with these pasty walls has got my mind racin.
tracing the snowman’s footsteps, erasing all my mis-steps.
the Black Queen is gonna crumble, their whispers turn to mumbles.
I’m sorry for this color,
forgive me for this blunder.
I can’t fight no more, this strong Brown sista.
she’s cracking under pressure,
she cannot find her mista.
but what she need him for?
why ain’t she independent?
why am I not accepted?
just first answer my question.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
Since Facebook turn to shade
Some of y'all need to go home and bath
Talking bout this on fleek, that on fleek
But dem cockroaches flying
And dem baby mouse starta squeek
Tryna break up a good home
Cause your skanky *** can't make your own
Talking bout hot gyal this and hot gyal that
Well hot gyal don't scrape out another gyal ***
Hot gyal can read and write
And know dem worth plenty
Only thing some of you ******* can do nowadays is take ah selfie
Y'all make me sick with this ***** mentality
You see, a sista can't talk to a mister
Without some ******* thinking he's ******* her
And she can't go out looking fine as hell
Without some ******* tryna get with her
And these so called misters
Seems to me like dem waist blister
Cause dem pants always dey by dem *** like some prisoners
Talking bout "man ah gangster yow"
***** please, you ain't no gangster, you ah "Gyow"
Instead you people go look for a job or educate yourself and ****
Y'all out here looking like a bunch ah ***** *** *****
La Vida Love
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
"Animals Share with Us the Privilege of Having a Soul"
-Pythagoras-
I've got a sonoran soul,
a wild cat soul,
a soul that lives for sunsets.
That runs with jagged teeth,
Until one corner of the Earth meets the next.
I've got a feirce soul,
A passionate soul,
A soul that howls,
until everyones been fed.
A red, red, red, orange, amber soul that Rips and Bites and loves so fiercly that often it hides away,
Just like Ernest Hemingway said:
" The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."
But destroyed I am NoT,
I've got a soul that rOcks me, quAkes me, and shaKes me from my sleepy grave.
I've got a soul that doesn't give up,
I've got a strong soul,
a tigress, a sassy ***** a roaring stormin fire sista!!
And I've got a spirit...
A spirit that hums like a soft love bird, a spirit that loves to lie in backs of hippie vans and watch the sweet dangle of ornaments.
A spirit that listens, that wraps my arms around my chest, a spirit that calmly braids my hair,
a spirit that washes me like the oceans tides that roll over vast sands to cleanse the gentle earth.
A spirit that caresses, soothes and nurtures. A spirit that lives for the sunrise, a spirit that coos as the day lifts over mama cedar.
So the soul lives for sunsets, the spirit for sunrise,
and I,
At the stillness of my core,
I live for the darkness
that happens between the two worlds.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see a black girl who's confined by the long length of her weave and her lashes?
Or do you see a strong black intelligent girl who's sophisticated and classy?
When I walk its like smooth jazz but sassy.
I might roll my neck when I speak,
and put z's on the end of my words.
Truth is, I didn't grow up in the suburbs.
But, don't be fooled by my looks.
And, No I did not attend a private school
but, I can school all of you fools by the books.
Cause the color of my skin does not define the person I am within.
So I ask our black men,
What do you see when your looking at a sister like me?
Is it my lips or my hips?
My brown eyes or my thighs?
That attracts your eyes when you see me walking.
I am not to be categorize nor critized,
Cause I am, the coca carmel syrup
That's sweeter than orange pumpkin pies.
Strength lies within this temple, you must not know.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
What a gurl suppose to do? When everyone expect us to puts on the makeup, to be the corner store *** to pretend like we happy
All da time being da motha, da sista, da daughter, the one
Who make everybody happy.
Everyone depend on us. We are beautiful woman! We strong,
And if man Kant treat us right. God kan! God betta den man.
God made man.
I'm made by god
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Me a run around deh place with out
a facemask with my Toyota corolla
Yah a smell yah breath because of corona
Me ah see a gal ah rona
she tell meh she sista name mona
She ah ware a red dress and deh with deh owner
The thing ah pass name
Corona corona corona
We ah drink with me friends me is deh owna
Me deh with deh gal and me get a bonner
She tell me she want me to bone her
We at the hotel she said she want it in her hola
she ah halla in bed and she name mona mona mona
She ask me who is me me tell she i am deh landowna
She ask me wha business meh do i tell she i is a mine owner
She want money i tell she Things nah do because of
Corona corona corona
The thing ah jump from owna to owna
Yah nose a run but yah nah know is corona
corona corona corona
Yah a recover thinking is a cold but is corona
Nuff people ah dead than deh owna
Yah nah know who is deh owna
Deh owna deh owna de owna
Waring a mask looking like a doctor looking for a blood donor
Saving Lives of with the blood of corona corona
Lady in the bus and cough everyone think she name rona
The man without deh a mask talking to rona
He go home to he wife with rona
The wife nah know but rona
Corona corona corona
Yah belly ah hut yah nah know is corona
Yah kiss yah friend she now got corona
Yah deh work with corona corona corona
We get bat ears because of corona corona
We turn ninja and fight war with corona corona corona
Mortal Kombat with corona corona corona corona corona
Ware a mask because of corona corona corona
Blue ***** on yah face corona corona
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Gots to give thankes for coming holiday season
Gots to give thankes for da good foods
Fam, brotha, sista, moms, dadz.
Some don got nothing
I gots all
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
Det var länge sen, vi såg varandra
En dag som jag aldrig kommer glömma
Vi satt på soffan hos mig, det var lugnt då
Två själar i ett *** verkligen lyckliga och fria
Åtminstone, jag minns att det kändes så
Vi tittade på en film, vars titel jag inte kommer nämna
För att det är för svårt att komma ihåg detta
Så svårt att fokusera
När det finns en sån tjej som sitter så nära
Ett ansikte, en kropp, en sinnesstämning, idealiska
Jag kunde inte sluta begrunda
Jag håller på att ordna och skriva
Allt som virvlar just nu i min hjärna
”Jag har tur!”, kan jag väl påstå
För sen, vi gick till sovrummet och fick komma
Så nära som natur kan tillåta
Under en natt som blev den tredje och sista
Innan du bestämde dig att flytta tillbaka
Nu, känns det konstigt för att du är borta
Är det ett riktigt minne eller drömde jag?
Livet är som en berg- och dalbana
Som man inte riktigt har kontroll på
Fast, det finns en sak som du kan göra
Varje dag, ta ett steg baklänges bara
Utan att titta över axlarna
Titta hellre upp på himlen, du kan gärna stirra
Kanske ser du åter en hund som rider en sköldpadda
Tänker på mig och börjar skratta
Tills du är tvungen att sluta gå
För det finns nån som står i vägen
Nån som kanske gjort detsamma
Med ögonen fast på molnen
Om jag skulle vara helt ärlig, måste jag avslöja
Att i hemlighet, hoppas jag det blir jag
Det låter självisk förstås, det vet jag
Men det är väl min dikt så jag får bestämma
Resten av historien kommer jag inte berätta
Det är bara att tänka sig
”Den som lever får se”.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC