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Lost Identity: View Point of a Slave

Why is my skin color different?
Did God make me this way?
When he made me, did he have
intentions on me being a slave?

And I thought we were all brothers,
including all the ones of different colors.

But why are they beating and hurting the others.
Someone save me, I didn't choose this life.
These scars, they've carved me with the sharpest
knives.

All I have is my faith.
Because if I'd held on to anything else
it'd be theres to take.

What is it that I ask for?
Equality, I preach.
Something small to you, 
but makes a difference
for me.

Whipping, spitting, hitting on me.
Raping our women in your wife's sheets.
Taking our children and turning them into workers.
No sense of empathy, grief or composer.

For the brotha' on my left and my sista' on the right,
with the courage that I hold I will continue to fight.
You have taken away my freedom, and most of my life.
But what you have failed to obtain is my state of mind.

Go ahead work my body, and do all that you please.
This is just a shell anyway, it's not coming with me.
You spit, you laugh, thinking you gained the world.
You think you have power because you've raped a young girl.

Stand tall sir with all of that pride.
And go ahead and hold it until the day that you die.
But your day will come when you'll fall to your knees.
Feeling the burn on your body from the whips you've given me.

"The LORD is my sheppard,"
I continue to say.
While my soul goes up as God takes me away.
I wish you peace with smile on my face,
knowing that God teaches the fullness of grace.

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Hidden

He saw something in her eyes.
And he couldn't help but devour the deep desire
to get a peak of her soul.
Because of all the pain, she boarded up her inner most being
and put a lock on it;
So that no man could see how empty she had become.
INDEPENDENCE; she wore across her chest,
making it known to all man kind that she'd rather be stripped down to 
the lowest she could possibly be before asking for any handouts.
Many men knocked at her door, but she refused one after the other.
... He continued to pursue her.
And although she made it impossible for any emotion to show, 
he studied her.
She reminded him of the waves in the ocean.
Rushing forward to give just the slightest feel of the coldness, 
almost cold enough to bring chills down your spine.
The coldness wasn't the problem, it crept through the cracks of your toes
and became quite soothing as it pushed up to your ankles.
The problem was that as the waves crept up, it became both torture and pleasure.
Because as soon as you began to really feel the warmth, 
the wave is pushed back out; a continuous tease.
And although he only got glimpses of who she was,
he stuck those memories together creating a masterpiece of 
the woman he believed  she could become.

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Open Your Eyes

The mind is the most powerful of them all.
As a matter of fact it's what makes the call.
But are we so blinded by what we see?
Caught in the news, tabloids, and the things on T.V.

Society making people weak.
Because they're trying to get in,
to fit in; wanting to be seen.

Our lives are vanishing before our eyes,
but it's covered up by all the nonsense
and believable lies.

How long will this continue?
How many lost lives?

Who will stop the bleeding?
comfort the cries?

We are walking our own journey
with our own baggage.
Messed up and transformed from all 
the harmful damage.

Still there is no one willing to step up
and take the challenge.
to destroy the evil desires of these harmful
savages.

However it is never too late for us all
to hold hands.
To demand for a change and take a strong
stand.

Reaching out to those who are in need,
by giving up our own wealth and filthy greed.
Taking a stand for those who can't do it themselves.
Being there for support and to bring help.

No matter how near or far a person may be,
just open your eyes and try to see.
Not the news, tabloids, or things on T.V
but the lives of those who are suffering.

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Step In My Shoes

What's for you shall never pass you.
And you better hold it tight and know its value.
Cause there ain't nothing like taking something for granted,
waking up the next day and wishing you had it.

Time is ticking always in a rush.
Surrounded by people who haven't earned your trust.
Mouths moving, but they ain't making noise.
Walking around with knives and guns, and I ain't talking toys.

Society still putting labels everywhere, 
just giving  another reason for people to stop and stare.
Oh! but you can't use gay, oh no you wouldn't dare.
Black boys getting called niggas everyday , but I forgot society don't care.

People getting slandered everyday for speaking the truth.
Didn't know it could hurt so bad, but now I have a clue.
People still reppin their green, red, even white and blue,
for the sake of themselves and the pride that they hold onto.

Im just traveling through this world and observing my view.
Not trying to conform to this world; no need to please any of you.
When I write these rhymes I'm spittin' nothing but the truth.
So don't shoot the messenger, I'm just trying to give you a birds eye view.

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Black Is Beautiful Beautiful Is Me

As a black girl my hair curls,
my lips a noticeable attribute to my face.
They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
well let me tell you this melanin is a wonderful taste.
I am laughed at and mocked, looked down upon with distraught.
"There all the same, they look the same."
"Hey there goes the one with the ghetto name."
Well let me tell you a little about this melanin, my "ghetto slang" and curvaceous figure.
I am more than what society has to say and I am more than the braids and curls that caress my face.
Despite the oppression and despite the judgement, like the late Maya Angelou still I rise.
My black skin, this melanin;
carries more than just a skin tone.
It carries a soul inside with beauty that cries to not be mocked or rejected 
This beautiful black queen, knows her worth and demands to be respected.

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Sapiosexual

There is more to a woman than what meets the eye.
However most start at her face and then trace their thought to her thighs.
Thinking of different ways you can explore her curves, 
thinking of different ways you could leave her breathless.. at a lost for words.

Temptation is at its peak, lust is in your eyes and the thought of the pleasure
you would give to make her moan, scream, cry.
How fascinating it would be to let your thoughts wonder,
to bring her to her peak and to make her rain like midnight thunder.

But sometimes your mind is your worst enemy.
Leading you on by whats physical but ignoring the unseen.
Her value is not limited to the physical attributes that she possess,
you can make love in more than one way without hesitance.

Caress her thoughts, her goals, future and embrace her past.
Make love to her mind before you make love to her body and you 
may be her first.. and even her last.

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Essence

It is of the essence.
Time; it is very precious.
The past affects the future but for now let's focus on the present.
Tense, like the feeling you get when you can't breathe.
Mind, body and soul supposed to be one,
but each is moving at its own speed. 

Now it's time to re-evaluate. 
To sit and to self reflect.
"Like have you been giving yourself all the love you deserve or are you still in debt?
And the love you receive is it truth?
And the love you receive is it fair?
Is the love you receive built on honesty?
A pure heart that truly loves and cares?"

"And what is it that you have to offer this world, 
that you bury so deep inside?
The talents and gifts you've been blessed with, yet always seem to hide.
Is it fear of rejection?
Is it fear of being turned down?
Is it fear of not being good enough?
Is that why your voice never makes a sound?'

Almost like a game of chess.
Each move is well planned and thought out,
but have you ever stopped to think that maybe that's why some things fall out.
So detailed and designed.
Instructed in every way.
Two players, both determined but still only one wins the game.

Patience.
Many of us have some to give but never offer.
Life treats us the same way with ups and downs like a ride on a teeter-totter.
Only to knock one down and in the same breath pick them back up.
But life and time have that in common, it teaches one how to get tough.

Trying to Xscape soft cries and lonely nights.
Singing "Who can I run to?"
Not realizing that the answer is within you.
Do you know who you belong to?
Has anyone ever taught you who you are?
Did you know that you are sons and daughters of the most infinite star?
Made in the image of God who watches over thee. 
Your worth goes beyond that of a diamond and of any fancy jewelry.

Your body is a sanctuary.
Your mind, a nugget of gold.
Your soul is your everything,
that not everyone deserves to hold. 

Blessings they surround you.
Heaven is forever in your reach.
Self love and self respect are the ways in which you teach..
Teach those around you how to approach.
Teach them not to move on infatuation and not to engross.
Your energy;
It is sacred, always something to hold close.

"Do you know who you are?"
"Do you know who you belong to?"
I hope you find your worth,
and may God continue to guide you.

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Bittersweet

Love:
It's so bittersweet.
It can drag you down but also sweep you off your feet.
It's so complicated,
Leaving one mesmerized.
Despite the tears in your eyes you still 
believe their lies.
Because you love them, and for the sake of love you will hold on.
Finding yourself crying, and singing to every heartbreak song.
But because were to driven by love it becomes hard to see,
that our love for ourselves is the most important company.
You can't hold on to whats also breaking you down.
Smiling in every face that you see but leaving with a frown.
There comes a time when you have to do whats best for you;
not being selfish, but realizing that you have needs too.
L.O.V.E hey what you striding for?
Take your time with your steps and let him come knocking at your door.
There's no need to rush or be the first in line.
Didn't anybody tell you that the best always takes time.
With love comes patience an each one of a kind,
so don't let one little heartbreak, make you lose your mind.
Learn to be independent and know what you need,
don't worry about a man; you got your own mouth to feed.
Listen close to what your heart is telling you,
because it'll never lie, 
even when your mind is consumed.

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Point of View

It's funny how people can judge from 
only their point of view.
Laugh at you constantly without
knowing what your going through.
See their all naive, never getting 
to know the true you.
So their stuck with only a birds eye view.

And it's crazy how quickly a persons
world can come trembling down.
Walk around with a smile that soon 
turns into a frown.

But no one truly cares what goes
through the others persons mind.
Not acknowledging that every person
is one of a kind.

We're so quick to judge, laugh and
point the finger. 
As we fail to fix up our own demeanor.

How long will it take for us to realize
that the smiles are just there to cover up the cries.
Now I'm not saying that we should build them up with 
beautiful lies.
But the next time you speak of someone
please be wise.

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Numb

The lights remained bright-
you were quite fidgety yet relaxed,
and as for me; I remained stiff.

It was as though sadness, confusion,
and hurt took its toll over my body; Only I couldn't react.
My body remained numb, wanting to cry
and scream but knowing that doing this would only make matters 
worse.

Starring into space, I found myself looking for answers.
As if somehow my eyes would gaze upon a word,
perhaps even a person who could give me some kind of
direction.

The answer was there, I knew the solution,
but never had the guts to accept it, let alone say it out loud.
In result my mouth  remained shut.
Maybe it wasn't your heart that I was afraid of breaking, but my own.
Because it was moments like these where the truth hurt.
And I'd much rather the silence over power the painful truth,
that was bound to slip through our lips.