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Like fine wine,
She's an acquired taste.
Some will like her,
Others will not.
They can take her
In small sized portions,
Samples,
Or one sip at a time.
Not a full glass,
And never in one go.
She may be
What they want at first,
But so time will move
And while wine
Goes better with time,
She is decidedly not
Or so they will say
As they grow tired of her.
She is no longer for their palate,
Their taste, liking, or desire.
She is not what they long for,
At least not any more.
Not the way she was before.
She is an acquired taste,
She is not for everyone,
But maybe she is for someone.
Anger, the emotion of the unheard,
When words won't work, it speaks through hurt
Peace was never an option - when the hate you give continues to burn
When the hands you touch, turns to ashes
Anger becomes validation, for when comfort is a luxury not afforded
Outcasted, into the shadows, our pain overlooked
Anger, an echo of ancestral hurt,
Of justice unserved -
The rights of black people, constantly burned
This the reason why peace can no longer be an option
Anger is our self-made reparations
We decide how we recover,
We decide how to heal
We decide our emotions
Dictation is the tool of the weak, abused by our oppressors
We feel what we feel due to their racism
The way we deal, was never our fault
It was the world that forced us into survival
Our healing will be their downfall
Anger is one of our greatest weapons
It is the fuel for every revolution,
This is what gives every movement energy
It travels in our blood, in each blood vessel
Anger is necessary to our survival -
Because to be a conscious black person, is to live in a constant state of anger
They hold the world in their very hands
holding the hands of many
They command attention in every room
with not a single doubt or worry
in every circle, there is a space
always a way to replace
what they’ve lost and want forgot
what’s it like to lead the race?
I would love to know what it must be like
to have such power, to have such might
when nothing is out of your sight
do they know darkness, living in light?
The root cause of my temptation
lies solely in my satisfaction
to know respect like your own name,
to be the master of the game
Everything I’ll never be is everything they have
and so I fall, every time
despite the truth, despite the signs
why would I chase the outcasted race
that mirrors my tired face?
If just right there, I can see a glow
of something that I just don’t know.
She endured trauma as a child, that shut down her mind
Without safe adults, there was no security to find
She played outside and pretended to run away
She prayed and God answered, he heard what she had to say
She learned about good and evil, at an early age
When her soul with a facade, became stuck in a cage
She was lucky to have natural talents to help her survive
God granted her what was needed to stay alive
She was given strength to endure things, beyond words can say
When she was older, it was time for her to speak and find her way
She investigated the past, fighting to stop others from being hurt
She learned to watch her back, be streetwise while on alert
After 14 years, justice failed with deep corruption, that started back then
Finding the closure she wanted was no longer a matter of when
Family outcasted her, while more losses and deaths came about
The silence of the past had turned into a powerful shout
How did she make it through such painstaking times?
She created in many ways including things like these rhymes
She was granted many good things through so many years
Friends who care, pets who love, much comfort that erased fears
She yearns to love and give to all who may have pain
She will offer to give the sun to anyone, after the rain
I say all this because there is hope in life, through good and bad
- smiles do return from the depths of being sad -
Heidi Sands
12/22/33
Nation
The perfect. New. New. Yes. New and old. New–old
Want. Need. And do. The nation. Create life. Home
Wants life. We are. Nation. Not a money. Our lives
Nation. Independent. From life. Love. From the heart.
The nation. New life. Future. Building present. Plans
Building. Construction. Means. The future goes. Past on
Present off. It is off. Life comes from. Of. From? Nation
Need a nation. Living life. Lived. Wanted those who lived at home
But. But no home. Outcasted this nation. But. original power
From origin. All of them. Veins. They live. Living eternals
From the Eternal
Natural personals
Always living nation
Undriveable hurricane
i hate what life has become
dissapointment after dissapointment
beating me like a drum
as the world falls apart,
i seek something to make me numb
but like everything else, its here, then its gone
like everyone else
it fades from me
tearing me to the bone
with no love to call my own
outcasted by my family time after time again
but whats new with that..
its a ever repeating strum
so i cut myself off, lock the key and break it in
tired of feeling rejected
making my head my home
i pray for an end to this evil generation..
so much technology has stained on so many souls
all for there gain, destroying each day they wake
so i guess il say a prayer to end this void
and may it become as pitch black darkness
until the dawn, when i can silence the noise in my mind
harken
and hear my call
All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed
My one last say to be at last safe and paid
Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed
All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay
Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile
Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles
No one to take hold with those futile ill revile
Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial
They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh
Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy
Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye
To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye
A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide
With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride
Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide
A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride
Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry
Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die
Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky
Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:15 am
June 02, 2014
Contest Name: Scary Moments
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!