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"unfeed" poems
hip hop analogy Contrary to scientific fiction I spurned up amongst beast and colossal dysfunction I breath the letters of an ancient god Soar on his feathers I continuously darned biological petters I am hip hop The hop of black; black magic, black myth, black revolution & black freet If you ever need hip hop, get on your feet! I let its magical combustion inflame the earth Hip hop like a cultre for the dead Dead to evil, dead predators & medieval Hip hop on my chest like unfeed hunger The hunger from Congo And the turbulence from river limpopo Show your hands if you believe in hip hop in total
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Hip hop Analogy
She's cold but she needs a fix to warm Her shattered body withered away from strange men stuck in a world were make up is a good enough I.D. so she plays in the snow A little longer no one dares utter Merry Holidays carrying bags filled with goodies for good kids Who only undress for a bath Shes no sweet piece of pie It seems everyone knows shes a bad kid though seeking goodies only handed off in hotel rooms with water stained ceilings her heart beating to bed springs She's cold but she needs to make a dollar or two more to get a flake on her tongue unfeed yet if everyone knew she was sent here to stay with a uncle she never knew lived up here For the holidays another sacrifice for her mom's Christmas tree habit She's cold Yet she has to make a snow angel tonight to feel like she's not just a girl apart of a group of sixth who sit in between client time imagining what high school would be like if daddy would let them attend just to feel as clean as class room desk She's cold but its just the right temperature for her to collapse another vein from pressure of snow falling to fast for her to move Shivers recede She's cold but she cant move her body up in a way feeling a high faster then her arms can spread wide and her legs can seem to move outward numb She's cold but she knows in this dead end alley Only hands of thieves will move her so she closes her eyes and on Jesus's Birthday feels no more cold Because snow angels go home to heaven?
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC
Snow Gypsie