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Black people don't do therapy

Black people don't do therapy
You'll be seen As a failure
They say we don't share out business with 'strangers'
But those 'strangers' are usually their children's saviours
They are like a safe place
Something their parents never gave them
A safe haven

See what these black parents don't realise
That if they don't start paying attention
To their children
They'll lose them forever
All because

Clinch Fist Pillow Cuddle

Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.

Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.

Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where

My Total Pain

Poems request that I be authentic.
I am unsure my pen can take it.
I live life as an emotional sayer,
but should I now reveal each layer
my blood will spill upon this paper.

I have sought to give life tender smiles
while enduring heart wrenching trials.
I have glued events found fragile
into some matter I can handle.
I have not once

Locked Away

Tears, screams, pain, mixed with desperate pleas for help!
Fear fills the void in the heart. Regrets for what might; should have been ring continuously around an aching brain.
Now, living these things alone; locked away so no one can see.
Insane inside, surviving life on the outside! Always the right answer, always a smile. A shell; broken

Im Soo Sad

im so sad 
i dont know what to do why is life so sad n dark
i hide in the dark 
i like being in the dark 
the pain of losing people 
the pain of losing my family to my step mom she just took every thing away
i like darkness i feel pain 
i hide my

Loss

Searing pain rips through my chest,
As I slip on the painted green stairs, 
Running from something I’m not sure
Too afraid to stop, to turn my head.

My heart races, my head throbbing,
If I could just take a deep breath,
To cleanse my soul and refresh,
Where is this dark building I’m in.

Lying in warmth I move my hand,
Red

Suicide

As the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and months into years I wondered half-heartedly how so much time could pass me by. My life was a matter of simply getting through each moment. Existing but never living.

The days dragged on. Growing bleaker and bleaker with each passing moment. And, oh the nights

Rape My Future

I want to hide in the closet
My heart jumps with fear
I wish I wasn't here
The arguing begins to come to an end 
Tears began to escape my eyes
The shadow that locks my view
Is so cruel and devious 
I lock the door in fear 
Of what lurks in the shadows
What lurks beyond that door
The door knob

Feeling Him Near

All around the room closes in
I can't see him, but I know he is here
A gentle touch on my back
And he soothes my pain away.

All the maddness creeps slowly out of my soul
And eve though he does not say it much
I know deep down he love's me;
He needs and wants me even more.

I feel his

And Then I Remember

I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not 
there
 And then I remember, 
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
 I will sleep no more tonight
In the

An Inmates Dark Christmas

An Inmates Dark Christmas....
It was the first Christmas right after my momma passed away.
Any other Christmas I'd be making the best of the situation, but it was a very dark day!
It was a day I wanted to escape from, and nothing could distract my mind.
My body felt so numb, and the pain fed off of

My First Escape

The prison I was kept in was small, dark and wet
I didn’t know how I got there or how long I would stay
Yet I had a sense of comfort and felt I’d be okay
And didn’t have the courage to escape from it quite yet

I could hear voices around me in a language I did not

Purgatory

Ripping down the walls that I have shadowed deep within my soul.
Maybe young in years but feeling all the days of old.
Still continuing my search for a small glimmer of light.
To guide this lonelly wanderer through the darkness of the night.
I slowly begin reaching out, only to feel the warming in the air.
I've been lost

The Past

Alone, inside my wounded mind
seeking answers I must find
the past, it rears its ugly head
to keep me filled with pain and dread
always wanting me to bleed
to fill a dark and vile need.

Too many years it's kept its hold
and left me lost in dark so cold.
In desperate tones I plead and pray
I beg it "please, just

Oh, the Tortured!

His pain was written through his rough and wretched hands,
He quivered and whispered a plead for mercy again.
"Why must this heart break, why must I lose? 
This pain must leave me with no further adu!"
His road was rough, maybe more than one can bare;
that must explain his dark, demented flare.
A tormented genious, some might say.
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