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Rain - Rape, Abuse, Incest Nonsense

The sun was out this morning
But soon the R.A.I.N came and erased any ray of hope I had left
It committed theft
Of my virginity
Flooded and damaged my fertility
R.A.I.N. drops were falling on my head
My secret garden became a water bed
And growing within it 
Was the clitoral swelling
That became a dwelling
For constant pain
And while Gene Kelly is singing in it
I’m crying from all the R.A.I.N.

I can’t stand these April showers
How can it bring May flowers?
But deflower me?  
What have I done to deserve
Falling victim to the second nature
Of a worthless soul
I guess not realizing the devil could be so bold

When it was all said and done
All I could see was the RED blood between my thighs
That I unwillingly sacrificed 
For the R.A.I.N. to stop
The ORANGE that represented my strength was slowly fading
The YELLOW became a brick road that I couldn’t ease on down
Because it was now blocked
I didn’t know how to get back to my sanity
I couldn’t see the GREEN in me that once represented my dreams
And like the BLUE in the oceans, skies and the heavens
I became distant
The INDIGO made me suddenly aware that 
I could no longer trust anyone.
All my shame and sorrow 
Was clad in VIOLET 
Bright enough for the world to see

Feelings of hopelessness and insecurities
Were trapped inside the rainbow
The R.A.I.N. left behind
No lucky charms or pots of gold
I beg for the R.A.I.N. to stay away
But no matter how much I pray
It continues to pour on unsuspecting souls

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Wrong Way Out

My knees have touched every part of this floor
Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position
But more from being dragged around like an animal 
My disposition was no longer sweet

Cuts and bruises covered my feet
I tried to run
Even tried jumping out the window
Since luck spared me from being thrown from it yet

But every attempt failed
I was jailed
I placed my hands  on the glass
Clear for the world to see
In hopes that someone, anyone
Would save me

Each day I placed another blood stained hand print  on the window
Passerby must have thought I was an artist
Red turkey decorations 
In the middle of summer?
They must have thought it weird 
As they just looked and passed by

My cries were heard only by me
Numerous phone calls made to the police
One time too many, I guess
Because their visits ceased

I was advised to file an Order of Protection
Since the police themselves couldn’t offer protection
My mind was boggled with the thought of useless police
With such closed minds and biased beliefs

It was my fault for being in the situation I was in
Thanks a lot to those women  
Who deceitfully mirrored my pain,
Willfully brought shame to  my name 
For women, they are insane
For thinking this is a game

I am a woman
And because of that
I get  choked with
The insanity cloak
From the first mention of domestic violence
I was so sick and tired of
My pleas for help
Being  greeted with silence

The first chance I got 
I filed an Order of Protection
Thinking this was my underground railroad to freedom

Just to think
I survived through all the punching, slapping, pushing
Rapes and threats
Just to have this order of so-called protection
Place the highest bet 
On my life

I made it under ground and realized
The grass is greener on the other side

But why did I have to die?

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A Father In His Eyes

You are a father in his eyes
An angel in disguise
And even though your blood does not run through his veins
The love and care that you give, it stains.

What more of a gift to give a young boy who is very impressionable
Than an excellent, positive role model to look up to

You have captured his world
And made time to be a part
So much that he has created a home for you
In his heart

I want to thank you for being the perfect father figure to my child
And all that you do.
On this day and always
I am grateful for you.

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Eye Candy

He has a smile resonant of a million stars
All alight
Inhibiting my inhibition to be red-faced
Still, in wanting to be noticed 
My eyes gave chase

I try not to be overly pretentious, though
My actions can sometimes be gullible to his ceremonious façade
He has a certain flirtatious proclivity that’s
Alluring to me inside

And the lining of his presence illuminates 
An impeccable aura of complex desire
I can’t help but daydream of what might transpire

The personification of a blessing
He’s an angel in disguise
A perfect mask of sweetness
He’s candy to my eyes

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Who's To Blame

We blame the white man for all our misfortunes
We're doing the best we can
So damn it! If all else fails
Blame the white man
Ignorance prevails.

Standing on long welfare lines
Trying to scrape for every nickel and dime
Yet with such hard times
We still find
The time
To have three or four kids

Chances for success decrease
Stupidity -like a disease, spreads
Among our black people
I ask –Whose fault is this?

The white man doesn't like the color of our skin
Angered by this we come together to fight him off
Only to separate because we don't fit in
Within our own circle of people
But we said everyone is created equal

Hypocrites we are
But the white man is to blame for us not getting far

HA! 

Blacker the Berry the Sweeter the Juice
How about -Blacker the Berry the Harsher the Abuse
From outside and in
My own brother don't like the color of my skin

So now I have to change
So I can fit in
Hold Up! Something isn’t right
As I pick up the bleaching cream
To make myself more white
To be socially accepted by my brother and the white man
Might as well put the money directly in his hand

And we wonder why
The rich is getting richer and the poor is getting poorer
Something we will continue to hear more of
If the white man continues to have control

Yeah, Let's blame the white man

But aren't you sick of the same story being told?
Now that Barack Obama is in control,
After setting a precedent
For being the first black president
There are high hopes for a dream that can possibly come true

But we will still walk around and complain
Losing sight of where to aim
And all I can do is wonder
Who's to blame?

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Who Cares

Since when did people not care anymore?
Sure, their were some
Unseen or barely there
But now people all over just don't care
How they dress,
How they talk,
What they do
To themselves or to you
Fashion has become a disaster
Modeled by unqualified idiots
Which I can't understand
Because it's not that hard to master
I walk around this prison playground
And watch all the immature thugs
With their pants hanging down
Showing their dingy boxers
Playing with their tricks
Who's only after a good d**k
That's probably been through so many neighborhood bushes
It's going to take more than douches
To clean the nasty infection
Left from his erection
But these girls these days
Don't know about early detection
There are so many walking diseases
You have the "Pist. .. ", and the "hey ma" diseases
And the well known, "Yo shorty" disease
You have to watch out for
I can't take it anymore
Feel like I need to get out of town
But they're everywhere like the green grass
That grows all around, all around
Of which they smoke
And blow in my face and
All around and around
These inconsiderate fiends
Hang on the corners
And cause scenes
Up to no good
With no hopes of a better way
Because they're quote, “from the hood”
That's the same excuse June Bug used last week
The day before he was shot
But his brother just graduated college
And no one cares how far he's got
Because people are lazy
And are not trying to get up out the hood
Nowadays
Who cares about an education?
But hell
Why should they?
When ignorance is sweeping the nation
I mean, since when did tweeted
Become the past tense of twitter?
I hate to sound bitter
But look
Between that and Facebook
We have new generation geniuses
At least they think they are
Because they keep daily reports/ autobiographies,
(Like who cares),
On these sites
And now they think they can write
I.D.K. what's going on,
Even though some entries make me want to L. O. L
It's no longer funny when kids grow up
Thinking that's really how you spell.
But this is what the world's coming to
No one cares
More and more people crying
Because there's more and more people dying
I'm constantly asking why and
I don't know why
Because no one hears me
So I try and I try
To make sense of it all
But there's no sense
In nonsense
And nothing will change
If all I have is ten cents
Due to the damn recession
But still money talks
And the more you have
The louder your voice is
So can someone please spare some change
To help me deliver this message"!

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Purple

My favorite color is purple
When I think of purple I think of
Lilies growing
People singing
Along with the humming birds
Flying across the sky
I think of tomorrow
Of yesterday
Of today
I think of the way
The sun rises and sets
How the moon comes out at night
And the sun kindly re-positions itself
I think of that morning cup of coffee
The sweet aroma filling the morning air
The sound of my dreams
Calling to tell me the story
Of a girl whose favorite color is purple
Sweet purple addiction
I'm in love with you.

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Dance

My minds at ease
My spirit is free

I feel the wind beneath my feet
As I jump and spin
To this hypnotic beat

Move left, move right
Jump up, Bend down
I follow this beat all over town

Neither here nor there
But I hear it everywhere

This beat’s in my soul
I lose all control

Joy surrounds me
The sound astounds me

I'm on cloud nine
Mind so clear
Stress behind
Left in the rear

Happiness fulfilled
With the art of dance
My escape from reality
When I get the chance

With power so strong
To move me along
Forever I'm tuned
To the beat of a song.

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Love Lost

I fell deep into his soul
So deep I almost drowned
My eyes became water wells
Overflowing into rivers
That flowed violently underneath me
I couldn’t stop it
I couldn’t scream
His silence was loud enough for the both of us
Still no one could help me
I was in too deep
We wandered in the forest of love
Happy as can be
Until I lost him

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Self-Esteem

I do not know you Love
But you are always on my mind
People say you're hard to find
I would love to meet you one day.

I thought I knew you Love,
Long ago
You were tall and handsome
Romantic at times
You took me out
And wined and dined me
You were so intelligent.

I wanted you to drip onto me Love
I wanted to feel you Love
I gave you power to take over my mental and physical state
I was helpless to you Love 

But then you told me I was nothing without you
And said I would amount to nothing
You blackened my eyes
You made me cry

Why,

If this is Love
It's not what I expected
I allowed you to enter into my body
But from my body you were rejected

You sat around and watched me bleed,
Bleed pain
From years spent with you
Losing trust,
Bleeding tears
From fear
Of no longer wanting to know Love anymore

Not able to endure
I escaped
From the harsh reality
That might have been
If I stayed

I became depressed
And over time
The thought ran through my mind
That Love no longer existed

Until one day
I ran into an old friend of mine
Who I hadn't seen in a long time
She let me in on a little secret
That who I thought was Love,
Wasn't

Floored and stunned,
I wondered if this was true
She said she knows love
And told me I do too
“Come with me”, she said
“And I'll show you”

She said, “Love was around you the whole time,
As crazy as that may seem
And just in case you forgot,
My name is Self-Esteem”.

So Self-Esteem and I
Went to see love
But no one was there
All there was
Was a mirror and a chair

And so I sat down
And stared into the mirror

And what do you know?
Right before me
Staring back at me
Was a beautiful reflection

And so I said to it

"Nice to meet you Love".