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A World Without You

A world without you would mean no more smiles.
Only a dull resemblance of who I used to be.

A world without you would be no more songs.
For music would shatter my heart into pieces. 

A world without you would have no agenda.
So I would have to spend all day and night picking those pieces up just to break it--again.

A world without you would be aimless. 
So the body that holds me together would slowly and painfully disintegrate 

For I am alive, but dead, simultaneously. 

A world without you be beautyless. 
Sunsets would be grim and sunrises would be dim 

 All goodness would be reversed for I would be ready for my hearse.
 In a world without you.

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A New Lens

Couplet “New Lens” 

 My blood, sweat, and tears. Every single drop.
 Yes it hurt but life doesn’t stop   
 The world kept moving and so did I  
 I was determined to continue to fly 
 Looking back now, it was a major blessing
 Came out of it better with many life lessons
 Protect your ear with positive friends    
and just like a new camera, you’ll have a new lens

Written by Marcus Lattimore

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Its Myanmar

How you identify, 
Will always override, 
All rational thinking,
Causing a divide. 
Read between the lines 
As the countries multiply. 
Clever with their words 
So they call it “colonize”.  

Want to know a true coward?
Watch how he handles power.   
Aimed to devour. 
Leaving the people sour. 

And bitter. 

If only they had twitter.
Exposing the foes.  
These greedy transmitters.  

I went there. 

And I think they went way too far.
Took it, 
and left them with a permanent scar.
Have to claim it back to remember who you are. 
Burma is not their name. No.
It's Myanmar.

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Tribute To Bas

Bas’ video of Africa really inspired me 
Just riding on the Nile river Casually 
He got me thinking bout my life, my family 
My roots, my ancestors, my legacy
The real eastside--cradle of humanity 
The birthplace of knowledge & reality 
What’d you think, happen magically? 
Kings & queens, put on a boat, tragically

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Grateful

As much as I can I try to catch myself before I fall, or drift off into a place 
That's hard to escape and that's my head, where chaos and to-do lists exist. 
Where anxiousness persists. “Come back”! Is what I tell myself, 
Look around! You're surrounded by wealth. Green trees and blue skies will 
Always override the internal dialogue that sends my emotions on a landslide
“Come back”! Is what I tell myself, be here now! It's all you have and all you’ll 
Ever have. I run the hill every morning up to Washington Park. Judging myself
Because I’m slower than the day before. “Come back”! Is what I tell myself 
And when I get to the top I see those same kind faces, even in their old ages, 
Moving their body in synchrony, peacefully. Present in the moment, and I’m 
Reminded, this is a sign, a message, grateful for the lesson.

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Thai Food Truck

There’s this Thai food truck, 
where everybody goes.
The food is really good, 
I believe it has a soul.
Vibrations that you feel, 
Will put your heart at ease. 
Shumai and sticky rice, 
brings you to your knees 
Loving their guests, 
With a joyful attitude.
In love with their craft, 
As they cook with gratitude.
Inspirational beings.
Yes that's who they are.
Uplifting the guests,
Those near and far. 
Treating us like family.  
In a small alley tucked.
Crazy what I learned, 
At this thai food truck. 

6/5/2020
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle 
Kindness Poetry Contest

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Conformity

Paste on that smile and pretend.
Morph into a character that doesn't feel like the skin.
That I'm in.
The rehearsal is about to begin.  
The costume has to win. 

The theater is slammed but I feel alone.
Body here but my mind is home 
And just like that I’m gone. Activated.

Animated, as the tone changes. 
Slip away, acting like my phone ranging.  
Complicated, as my patience grows thinner.
Dry chicken, no sauce, dinner. 

Awkward for all. 
Enthusiastically talking ball.
Anticipating wifeys fake call. 
  
It's so stuffy in this room. 
As the energy is fueled.
By substances I don't use. 
But I drink anyway too, I don't know.
Look cool, or to avoid the man looking at my shoes. 
Who is only interested because of what I do. 
And not who I am.
For we have nothing in common except we have no clue.
Why we’re here.

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You Get To Choose

Motivated by growth, 

So it's hard to lose.

Incremental progress, 

Yeah that's the move. 

Little by little, 

Start expanding your views.

Little by little, 

Start enhancing your mood.

You get to choose, 




Who, 




You want to be. 




Reminds me of my hero, 

Mamie Till-Mobley.

She made a choice, 




To, 




Stand with dignity. 




Open that casket and 

Let the world see. 




Adversity. 




Reveals, 




That person inside.




They’ll either stand tall, 

Or they’ll run & hide.

And in a room full of hate,

She stood with pride.

Mask off no filter,

No disguise.




I’m alive.




Now. 




Been dead for a minute. 

Took off those mental chains 

And now I have no limits. 

Had to put the pride down and let the ego diminish. 

Looking in the mirror I think I like what’s in it.

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Coals Glowing

When you don't live right, 
You can expect constant stress. 

You’ll never grow, thinking you know the answers to the test.

Pointing fingers, blaming others for your self-made mess.

Letting the shadow win causing civil unrest.

In the mind. 

You see, 

There's two of your kind. 
The one that you show, 
And the one that you hide 

I’ve arrived,

At, 
The point where I teach. 
Truly,
I don't mean to preach, 
But we have to unleash, 

That other. 

That, 
We try to restrain.
Tried to dodge it like the game 
But peace was calling my name. 
I'm ashamed. 

Of, 

The things that I’ve done. 
Had to study my patterns 
And now my life has begun. 

And I’m growing. 

All of me I’m showing. 
Untapped potential?  

That's a coal that’s glowing.

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Societal Pressures

Ideas implanted,
Without my consent.
Holding me in contempt, 
Knowing I need to vent.  

But I don't know how. 
So I, 
Aimlessly prance around,
Smile, but wanna frown. 
Head up, but feeling down.
Pretentiously playing a clown. 

That tension internally, stirring, destructively, creating the beast, nowhere to release, who should I be? 

Who they want me to be?

Emotions, causing commotions, unsatisfied with the notion.
Drinking the magic potion. 
And it's filled,
With “love”. 

But it's conditional, & subliminal, stealing my soul like a criminal. 

But the system calls the plays, and I’m the receiver 
Masking everything, creating an unfulfilled deceiver 
Now I'm a believer.

In,

Blazing your own trail.
Do it your way, 
And you’ll uncover the veil.