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African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
African Woman
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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By Arcassin Burnham We could play with guns like cowboy bebop, Slay demons like inyunasha, The blue lights in Tokyo couldn't be anymore beautiful, Getting a little sensual with small amounts of ****** That's pretty lame, Kissing me with purple and pink lipstick, And for that I'll make you anything kawaii, You could be the crazy chick on fooly cooly, It wouldnt be bad if you Could do me.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
"Anime Love"
Don't look at me that way You can't always have your way No I'm not someone you slay And no you can't ask how much I weigh Don't say the place where I belong is the kitchen Just because I am a woman. Don't stare at me secretly from the window Don't think you can impress me you ****** Don't think you could ever be my shadow Always behind me trying to follow Don't think my courage can't be summoned Just because I am a woman. Don't think you can sit in the empty seat next to me in the bus What , do you think I can't create a fuss ? Don't think you can just touch me and run It shows you're scared and what makes you think you have won? Don't you think it's unfair to continue female foeticide What makes you think you're the one to decide? How is it an honour, when it is honour killing ? Why can't you be the one to understand her feelings? No , I don't think you can treat me like vermin Just because I am a woman. So how about you show us some respect And your actions , you began  to inspect And how about you treat us as your equal I'm pretty sure that is legal So how about you apologise honestly, it will be forgiven Oh yeah, that's because I am a woman.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 7:14 AM UTC
Because I am a woman
Each Day I Pray To slay My depression. Never been a quitter, But I’d like to quit this obsession. This obsession with my sadness. And with my social status. It’s like I fetishize the madness Endlessly raging Inside of my soul. And I swear I don’t have A place to just go And lay low For a while. A place where I don’t Have To Fake A Smile.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
Each Smile
. ***Ancient games tell tales of dust.  |||   A story drawn from the lips of two poets.*** ~~~~~ It's the wits that **** not Queens of ivory or ***ink. *** Charged with coal strokes, scraping up the lies. Pawns & Knights slip between the grasp of the sun, leaking into*   lion jaws of Leo. Shifting these granite plates, ignoring the Rooks common price of aslant. Here we have slain kin, crescent traitors that backstab the night and battlefield. Closed doors and trap floors, trade me a tie, swindling your tactic ruts. Reality never got the noose around our necks, check turned into manslaughter, and kingdoms ripped asunder by the roar of Jupiter Get up, get up, get away from these liars, they can't have your rank or your fire. Peak a notion, this match is spared by a luft. Toss away the pride buried 'neath your dusty skin, it don't matter no more if   death has you by the lips. Silence is a language too in our eyes of earth. Take my hand, knott your soul into this downfall, and brace yourself for the wreckage in our bones. The Sword of Sorrows will fall 'pon your shoulders, not to slay thee, but to dub thee a new day. The drums of war will knit the lyrics in the sky, singing: "The mighty sharpen their fangs, the weak sharpen their wisdom" ~~~~~ I'm tired of your wishbones, and golden scales, give me the hard-earned truth. Hot coals of honesty may you tread upon, shadow-bitten remorseful may you be, don't stray off the course of Ursa major. The North star isn't the one I follow It's the moon with all of it's phases, Eclipsing and crescent, tipping the sky with it's beauty. Now let this sink further than any soul has ever sunk, no man could ever *rule the moon. ~~~~~~ ***Shoot on command, C h           e c         k m a t       e*** ~~~~ You could drag me to hell and back and those words wouldn't mean anything. Let this downfall become a downfell, Because last I checked "Wolves worship the moon" and I have broke it's reflection in the water *Just by throwing s                     t           o          n                  e                               s                                        .* .
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Playing Chess with Dragons
. ***Ancient games tell tales of dust.  |||   A story drawn from the lips of two poets.*** ~~~~~ It's the wits that **** not Queens of ivory or ***ink. *** Charged with coal strokes, scraping up the lies. Pawns & Knights slip between the grasp of the sun, leaking into*   lion jaws of Leo. Shifting these granite plates, ignoring the Rooks common price of aslant. Here we have slain kin, crescent traitors that backstab the night and battlefield. Closed doors and trap floors, trade me a tie, swindling your tactic ruts. Reality never got the noose around our necks, check turned into manslaughter, and kingdoms ripped asunder by the roar of Jupiter Get up, get up, get away from these liars, they can't have your rank or your fire. Peak a notion, this match is spared by a luft. Toss away the pride buried 'neath your dusty skin, it don't matter no more if   death has you by the lips. Silence is a language too in our eyes of earth. Take my hand, knott your soul into this downfall, and brace yourself for the wreckage in our bones. The Sword of Sorrows will fall 'pon your shoulders, not to slay thee, but to dub thee a new day. The drums of war will knit the lyrics in the sky, singing: "The mighty sharpen their fangs, the weak sharpen their wisdom" ~~~~~ I'm tired of your wishbones, and golden scales, give me the hard-earned truth. Hot coals of honesty may you tread upon, shadow-bitten remorseful may you be, don't stray off the course of Ursa major. The North star isn't the one I follow It's the moon with all of it's phases, Eclipsing and crescent, tipping the sky with it's beauty. Now let this sink further than any soul has ever sunk, no man could ever *rule the moon. ~~~~~~ ***Shoot on command, C h           e c         k m a t       e*** ~~~~ You could drag me to hell and back and those words wouldn't mean anything. Let this downfall become a downfell, Because last I checked "Wolves worship the moon" and I have broke it's reflection in the water *Just by throwing s                     t           o          n                  e                               s                                        .* .
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I've never been able to get good sleep. My eyes darker than black holes, I spiral down. I try to clamber up, but I'm in way too deep. Daydreaming at night. The loss of myself, but very aware of my state of mind. Release is only found within the sunrise. Every night I stumble on the moon. I jump star to meteor, hoping gravity pulls me into the space between. Maybe then I can get some real good sleep. History book worthy battles, I wonder who will be the victor. Love or loath; a sword drawn to my heart. Arms apart, head thrown back. I'm not even entirely sure what part of me I'm killing, I'm just praying for relief, I just want some sleep. I was sick of the suffering, autopilot is my new definition of personality. Memories have turned into sadistic nightmares. Let me free myself from this close eyed, open mind torture. I cant even stand to walk around my own mind, silence is full of beasts I have yet to slay.     I'd rather hide in the wounded parts of me, call myself a survivor. A survivor of nothing out of the ordinary.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
Autopilot Suicide.
Rabble rabble rabble babble babble babble I'm gonna lay down a little rap my mind bout to snap freak on all this I was raised on hi my name is I'm ****** in the head I laugh when I find a loved one is dead no wonder why I'm single palms so hairy its scary running around with a hard on looking sick like I'm running a marathon middle finger in the air as the judge tells me I'm getting the chair life ain't fair I'm not sorry I'm so crazy get off me can't you see I'm not alone I got voices in my head as your girl in my bed come get me I wanna die but just know once you try me you never gonna be the same I can't be tamed I'm like a god no I am god can't you see I'm more power full got more skills that **** and slay dragons I'm a knight not in shining armor but ****** and beating watching as your fat *** is eating up my rhymes let me tell you about my times......
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
rap
[Hashtag]MeToo Here it goes again, trending on Insta and Facebook. Where real awareness stems. Mind the sarcasm, social media’s a powerful tool not knockin’ that. I wonder though, does the mind of the follower understand the context of the hash? Do they get it should be a call to action? Not necessarily at the keyboard. More like on the couch with their children, Giving the conversation of consent.   Most people do not even understand it by definition . The meaning of yes and no convoluted by scenario.   Bias boils over like milk and water over full flame. The posts bubble out and stick to the side of the pan, quickly drying; leaving their mark. Until the soap and warm water flows over them, and the steam evaporates the confessions. Until they are again whispers we all hear and know. It’s whispers from the alley ways, and from married couples bedroom doors. The woman is the property,   the man is the proprietor.   We refuse to address the real problems, the failures of our up-bringers. We point fingers and slay names yet the statistics provide the truth.   One in four for females, one in sixteen for males. We all have been violated, slandered, and forced to say [Hashtag]MeToo Not going to say I did not share it, I know the touch of unwanted hands, the invasive *********** All for the sake of the insanity,   in repeating a useless gesture. The only difference is My hashtag went to my Senator.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
#MeToo
We are who we are We love who love us We love who hate us We love our Gender Call us Girls Call us women Call us Ladies We are TransWomen Stop being confused Stop being surprised Stop calling us He or It We hate that pronoun We are females we as others We deserve our rights like others We deserve love and affection We deserve Respect like others We are tired of your nicknames "Is a he or a she", "what is this?" It hurts please stop stop stop! We are fine ladies! Full stop ! You scared our fellow ladies They are crying in closet They are lonely in families Because we are Transgenders! Stop abusing my brothers They men and so proud to be Don't be confused by what you see A transMan is a powerful Man! Respect them now and forever Stop calling them ladies or things They are men **** and classy They are men always and forever See us slaying down town We are lovely and attractive We know who we are friends You can't change us Sit down! Don't be confused by Breast That the **** chest of our brother! He is strong enough to be proud We love our bodies and gender We won't hide because you hate us The more you see us feeling proud The better you understand us We are Proud Transgenders! We ladies need our Freedom Government think about us All women are equal in the country We need all care and attentions! Stop calling us Monsters We are human beings We deserve our Rights We are citizens like others! This ain't western culture This ain't Sodoma and Gomollah This is the gender of Us We are Proud Transgender people! Pastors stop that hate preach That hell you need us to go in That Sodoma you always sing All were from Those Bibles If you accuse all LGBTI people To bring back ***** or Gomollah First remember that bible you read Was brought by Evangelists We had gods and goddesses Africa knew no White God We had Love and respect Read , reread and Rereread! Love wins and will win You are taking us nowhere We are here to stay and slay Ourselves Genger our Pride We are done by your hate Is our time to shine bright! You gonna hate us today And you will love us later! TransWomen are women TransMen are Strong men Transgender is a Gender Respect us we hurt no one! "Transgender Right is Human right TransWomen are women too TransMen are men as well We claim no war but our Freedom We claim no hate but our Respect" Poet : Skylar G Peter Poem: we Are Proud Transgender people
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
We are Proud Transgender People (a poem by a trans refugee)
We are who we are We love who love us We love who hate us We love our Gender Call us Girls Call us women Call us Ladies We are TransWomen Stop being confused Stop being surprised Stop calling us He or It We hate that pronoun We are females we as others We deserve our rights like others We deserve love and affection We deserve Respect like others We are tired of your nicknames "Is a he or a she", "what is this?" It hurts please stop stop stop! We are fine ladies! Full stop ! You scared our fellow ladies They are crying in closet They are lonely in families Because we are Transgenders! Stop abusing my brothers They men and so proud to be Don't be confused by what you see A transMan is a powerful Man! Respect them now and forever Stop calling them ladies or things They are men **** and classy They are men always and forever See us slaying down town We are lovely and attractive We know who we are friends You can't change us Sit down! Don't be confused by Breast That the **** chest of our brother! He is strong enough to be proud We love our bodies and gender We won't hide because you hate us The more you see us feeling proud The better you understand us We are Proud Transgenders! We ladies need our Freedom Government think about us All women are equal in the country We need all care and attentions! Stop calling us Monsters We are human beings We deserve our Rights We are citizens like others! This ain't western culture This ain't Sodoma and Gomollah This is the gender of Us We are Proud Transgender people! Pastors stop that hate preach That hell you need us to go in That Sodoma you always sing All were from Those Bibles If you accuse all LGBTI people To bring back ***** or Gomollah First remember that bible you read Was brought by Evangelists We had gods and goddesses Africa knew no White God We had Love and respect Read , reread and Rereread! Love wins and will win You are taking us nowhere We are here to stay and slay Ourselves Genger our Pride We are done by your hate Is our time to shine bright! You gonna hate us today And you will love us later! TransWomen are women TransMen are Strong men Transgender is a Gender Respect us we hurt no one! "Transgender Right is Human right TransWomen are women too TransMen are men as well We claim no war but our Freedom We claim no hate but our Respect" Poet : Skylar G Peter Poem: we Are Proud Transgender people
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(explicit) **** my soul         with poetry            scream out my gracious name              slay me with words                that peel my layers                 and simultaneously                                    drive me                                            insane finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme     push me past my                  tender limits                        into tongues of syntax,                                                       sublime alliterate my senses    (in swift stac                     c-at                            o) until my mind is but blank verse     mess up my stressed               and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound        I will be able to make) as you stroke    my iambic pentameter              in the heat of frothed-up                                                      ache we are this heroic couplet, you see         even if the meaning seems veiled            no need for simile or metaphor                as I feel your chest rise                               in deep inhale we are a natural paradox        so many ironies abound          discordant harmony is our synaesthesia      in visible darkness found and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips                                into mine our lines have no beginning,                                  no end     as we undo           the boundaries                       of time
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
poetry slammed
(explicit) **** my soul         with poetry            scream out my gracious name              slay me with words                that peel my layers                 and simultaneously                                    drive me                                            insane finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme     push me past my                  tender limits                        into tongues of syntax,                                                       sublime alliterate my senses    (in swift stac                     c-at                            o) until my mind is but blank verse     mess up my stressed               and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound        I will be able to make) as you stroke    my iambic pentameter              in the heat of frothed-up                                                      ache we are this heroic couplet, you see         even if the meaning seems veiled            no need for simile or metaphor                as I feel your chest rise                               in deep inhale we are a natural paradox        so many ironies abound          discordant harmony is our synaesthesia      in visible darkness found and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips                                into mine our lines have no beginning,                                  no end     as we undo           the boundaries                       of time
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"A pen is mightier than a sword", they say. But what does a pen do better than a blade? Slay a dragon, slay a man One draws blood and the other brings emotion. "It's a waste of time", they all chimed. A silly allotment of words that rhyme. A metaphor lies deep inside, To understand it, they lack insight. "Why do you write?", they repeatedly ask. "Is it for fame?Or just a fun game?" I write to express what I fail to show. It's my little escape from all the chaos. -Wayward❤
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
A Pen Is Mightier Than A Sword
1005 Bind me—I still can sing— Banish—my mandolin Strikes true within— Slay—and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise— Still thine.
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Bind me—I still can sing—
Poetry is a blank canvas From the start, you'll be nervous. Remember, it's about creativity, And styles and individuality. Let your inner voice paint Try your best even if you can't. Some will be like a blurry picture And some will even lack structure. Some will turn up so beautiful And some will be very wonderful. Just choose the right color line And let your muse shine. Talk to it like a pretty lady Even if it appears ugly. Make each and every line thine, Make it slay beyond the borderline. Appreciate it in the morning, Worship it in the evening. Do it daily or do it hourly, Do it weekly or do it monthly. Water it like a flower Give your words power. Roll it like Snoop does his joints, And smoke it like weekend's blunts. ©IvanBrooksPoetry 23/8/2018
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
The Imperfection Of Poetry
I'd plow her like the a farmer. I'd mount her like a knight. and if someone was looking. I'm sure it'd be quite a sight. I'd slay her with my dagger. It's hidden in my pants. and the only way she'll find it. is with her scalie slant. I'd stab her every night. I'd stab her every day. I'd stab her in the noon time. I'd stab her in the hay. I know my blade is useless, for killing foe or fiend. but for slaying  scalie women there's none better to be seen.
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC
Lizard Chick.
There once was a man named Beowulf Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf Except that he had a flaw A dragon made him mortally sore This prologue is prophetic To the ending of this epic So I’ll tell you more Beowulf made his mind up at twenty-three He would race his friend to swim across the sea But fighting many sea monsters is quite trial Beowulf only caught up in the final mile Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Breca nearly beat him He managed to defeat him But he would make up his mind Beowulf made his mind up in his head He would battle Grendel until one was dead But even though his strength could cause a lot of harm Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Grendel he had saddened Beowulf wasn’t gladdened And he would make up his mind Beowulf made his mind up then and there He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight Both monsters were beheaded that very night Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He took a child and mother Like Cain had killed his brother But he had made up his mind Beowulf made his mind up when he was old To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire And he was later burned atop a funeral pyre Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He once was a great hero And now his worth is zero But he would make up his mind
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Saga of Beowulf
There once was a man named Beowulf Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf Except that he had a flaw A dragon made him mortally sore This prologue is prophetic To the ending of this epic So I’ll tell you more Beowulf made his mind up at twenty-three He would race his friend to swim across the sea But fighting many sea monsters is quite trial Beowulf only caught up in the final mile Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Breca nearly beat him He managed to defeat him But he would make up his mind Beowulf made his mind up in his head He would battle Grendel until one was dead But even though his strength could cause a lot of harm Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Grendel he had saddened Beowulf wasn’t gladdened And he would make up his mind Beowulf made his mind up then and there He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight Both monsters were beheaded that very night Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He took a child and mother Like Cain had killed his brother But he had made up his mind Beowulf made his mind up when he was old To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire And he was later burned atop a funeral pyre Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He once was a great hero And now his worth is zero But he would make up his mind
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The greatest to ever play the game Leo Messi, the synonym of Fame. World stops when he starts to play Lightning fast, defenders he slay. When he plays, sun loses its shine Footballing world ruled by an Argentine. His passing and finishing is sublime Surely the greatest of all time. Because of you, Barca has survived Watching you play makes us feel alive. With every game makes his fans proud While playing he owns the crowd. Every time he plays its like fictional story. Trophies that's sums up his career glories The name engraved on football legacy. Messi the world's greatest Treasury.
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Messi❤️
"Slay the beast! Salty, sassy and saucy." -Lindsay the only person who slays better than me
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
"Oh My God Lindsay!"
In a city full of fake thugs and now record beef they just settle it with 8 slugs There rose a kid from out of Rogers parkway who kicks slow flows containing dopamine in the bars I slay like Dre Day I'm celebrating out the melon insane like dry water the sheep I'll slaughter like a psychopathic ********** with a daughter Allow me to introduce Nero The Damphir psychotic and I kick knowledge like a field goal my pen is spinning the rumpelillest gold causing static with the lyrical automatic I splatter brains on the floor it's a nasty habit to endure. I'm Chicago's poet I spit knowledge and split spines with the rhymes so solid no one will notice I roll this ***** up like the best cest and smoke it unless you take it off the wax and into the turf I'll make you taste the salt of the earth and after you're in the dirt I'll bear you like Paul you have no chance at all against me the pen is all I need to destroy then employ my victims my rhymes stay within them like That dude they net in juvenile detention center I'm centric on hip-hop that is I got love for cold crush sugarhill grandmaster flash and whodini Wu-Tang naughty by nature and Cypress Hill
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
Chicago's Poet (Rap)
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks fierce and black as rooks; Why, all the windows broke when he stalked in. Her dainty acres he ramped through And used her gentle doves with manners rude; I do not know What fury urged him slay Her antelope who meant him naught but good. She spoke most chiding in his ear Till he some pity took upon her crying; Of rich attire He made her shoulders bare And solaced her, but quit her at cock's crowing. A hundred heralds she sent out To summon in her slight all doughty men Whose force might fit Shape of her sleep, her thought- None of that greenhorn lot matched her bright crown. So she is come to this rare pass Whereby she treks in blood through sun and squall And sings you thus : 'How sad, alas, it is To see my people shrunk so small, so small.'
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The Queen's Complaint
December was an awful month. Obnoxious Christmas music Trees dead Entitled children Slay bells ringing blah, blah ******** ******** I get out of my car And my eyes meet yours And within that moment and every single entire moment after. December became my favorite month. December  Is what brought me to you. December let me look into your green eyes. December helped me fall in love. December intrusted me hope. Now  I sing in the winter. And I don't hate December anymore. Because December gave me you.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
That Day in December
Where's my Revy? I want the quick tempered badass, with a broken past and a dimly lit heart who loves me but doesn't want to accept it Where's my Keiko? The girl who will stay with me despite my demons, who will fight when she has to, smart enough to excel, and will wait for me to become a man Where's my Winry? The sweetheart who goes through thick and thin, the person that doesn't just yell at me when I'm broke but also fixes me like no one else can Where's my Mikasa? The one of a kind, warrior who is powered by a thought of me, who can slay my giants, and save me from myself The real question is ...what do I have to offer?
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Anime Girl
I am a person of colour Whose simple presence can cause outrage they use their tongues as swords and slay me with slurs Whilst there are others who pretend to be my ally but I can see their disgust in their eyes their uneasiness in their smile I am a person of colour Whose beautiful traditional garments are cherry-picked and woven into a disgusting replica brandished on “Designer labels” and mocked as exotic I am a person of colour Whose skin is secretly envied by them they exhaust their expenses on tanning salons and “bronzing” creams Yet simultaneously they spit on my “darkness” and promote their products with the so-called beauty of “lightness” I am a person of colour I shall not hide my anger at their ignorance I shall wear my skin with pride Because being a person of colour No matter what I do or how I conform They will never be satisfied
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
I am a Person of Colour
I charge up my power to fight you off But deep inside my heart is soft Why do we fight? You know my lies So dissapointed I may cry I'm sorry little brother For the way i slay Father and mother But know that no matter what you do I will always love you.
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Sasuke