Winter Black Love Poems

If I were a bird love would be my wings
My flock would be of hip hop
Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams
Without fear of...

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There is a forgotten me in me
The sound of rain in the gutter

The satisfied passion that is obvious in me
It is the desire of life...

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It was only me in the room
The room was messed up 
With my stuffs and my thoughts
But all that I can see,

Was her in black...

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I’m a boss baby, let’s just put it in the air. Life is to short and I don’t have time to spare. Ain’t no bull...

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In summer we shatter into pieces of grief 
          In autumn we decay as a fallen...

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Widened

Yell my dear love live far from me
Ring not me ever  see you in dreams
Spaces between us widened not show care anymore
How i am...

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We are not defined by weather
For it was summers touch that fated us
We met most certainly like comets in an October sky
Unaware of love at...

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BLACK WOMAN
Many types of distain shades of browns royal
Birthing colors of spring the terrain Black-woman
Standing free, running on land
Staying put embracing torrent rains storms of...

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Three months ago, I never had any thoughts 

About, love, loving someone, or being in love, 

They say a good love is one that sits...

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The earth will end in fire
So says the Sire
For in scoatch all turns ash
Ceasing the evil in gnash
Annilating all immoral bids
In Creators' stupendous deeds
But in...

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To wed with a mood ring
To know the colors will always change
To love the colors as they sing
Of summer fall winter or spring
As life enhances...

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I’m in his favorite dress
He’s watching me getting undressed
Take this body
Do what you want
Tear it apart
Dance with it
Play with it
Taste it, spit
Do what you like
Hold...

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my skin 
was once smooth
now feels 
like unpaved cement
placing roses 
on my grandmother's grave
you found me 
right outside the gated cemetery 
you placed roses in...

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I don't want to be sad, it's like mourning,
I usually die 60 times a minute,
Always heartbroken,
Time withers in my soul this flower of mourning.
And I...

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The mother
Joins the trainee prostitutes
Winter wins round one...

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