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"weezy" poems
You're pretty for a dark-skinned chick You'd be prettier if you were a light-skinned ***** Weezy F baby, said it himself "beautiful black woman, but i bet she look better red" He will never know the thoughts that went through the black woman's head I don't want to be dark-skinned I don't want to be light-skinned I don't want to be brown skinned I wanna be the RIGHT skin, that white skin, that PRIVILEGED skin Now i don't mean that to be racist it's not that i'm screaming BLACK POWER. I just want to place, even if it means being last in the entire human race. did i mention i'm NOT screaming BLACK POWER? I just don't want to see my brothers and sisters life span's equivalent to that of an hour. an hour glass, sitting on the table waiting for it's time to budge Like an innocent young girl in a classroom last month waiting to be drug You say you'd rather be anything than a dark skinned chick, Well ,here is a autobiography of an angry, melanin filled, *****
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
Autobiography of the tortured "dark skin chick"
He feels compelled to smack her *** Hot pants and red jeggings jeer him. The world cannot contain Weezy. Nor should it. He will smack her ***
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Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
Judith Butler.
All I want to do is cut. I want that taste of metal down the tip of my tongue. Run jagged lines down my body Make me feel the pain of a sting so ice cold, I scream in a gasp of air. Send chills through my body that make each move and every step difficult to bear I want to see blackness as my fist collide against my temple I want that hard smell of blood in my nose as I hit my eye just right. I want to deck myself to wear everyone will see the ****** I am Beat myself senseless ****** and black and blue. Weezy as I fail to move. Nothing satisfies my thirst for blood I want myself dead, yet.... I manage one more day without a touch of a blade.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
The taste of Pain.
I am alone in my own world, really You are a foreigner you cannot feel me The atmospheres venom it can **** so easy Will cloud ur emotions, make you feel weezy Open your brain & invite me in, stay with me now I'll give you plenty of oxygen that's all I'll allow No secrets in here lt does not appease me So lay down your heart but please do not fear the uneasy
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
Widow speak
Steady Anxiety climbing up my back as we cling and latch on, Pulling, gripping, 'til we're up, up, up, and on top, Paused Peering out at the world, gawking and gazing, Vision reformed into the lens of a fishbowl, Intensity Sweat racing down our faces as our hearts patter more paces, ****** Yanked by the Earth, like lightning from the sky, Why, oh, why, we yell with no tears to cry, Falling Exciting as it may be, terrifying, we fall, fall, fall, Tantalizing An ending to the torment, so close but so far from our fingertips, Spun around and tossed, like a pinball to a jester, tricked, fooled, Entertained A little under the weather, we're getting kind of queasy, Hoarse from all the screaming, some are kind of Weezy, Calm At the end of the rollercoaster, shock, pause, disheveled, What a journey it is, what a wonder, fun, scary, hard, emotional, End
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
The ****** of The Rollercoaster