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I HATE BEING WRONG,
BUT EVEN WHEN I'M WRONG,
I COULD'VE BEEN RIGHT!
ONLY IF THE SITUATION WOULD'VE HAD THE RIGHT WRONG PRESENTATION,
I WOULD'VE HAD ALL JUSTIFICATION FOR MY DRAMATIC EXPLANATION!
MY APOLOGIES FOR PULLING OUT THE DRAMATIC EFFECTS,
FOR SOMETHING THAT SHOULD HAVE ONLY CONTAINED BACKGROUND EFFECTS.
NEVER INTENDED OR THOUGHT ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS.
SO WHERE DO I BEGIN?
HOW DO I FIX MY LIPS & GATHER MY THOUGHTS;
IN AN ATTEMPT FOR WHAT WOULD, SHOULD & COULD BE MY APOLOGY?
WHEN I MYSELF CANT RECALL A TIME OTHER THAN THIS,
WHERE MY APOLOGY SHOULDN'T BE CONSIDERED,
LET ALONE ACCEPTED!
I WOULDN'T DARE REQUEST NOR SUGGEST
THAT SHE NOR ANYONE ELSE,
ACCEPT WHAT SHOULD BE MY APOLOGY.
BUT I AM,
UN-APOLOGETICALLY,
ACKNOWLEDGING & ACCEPTING THE FACT
THAT I MESSED UP & I WAS SO WRONG!
I'MA OWN THAT.
AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN;
BUT I WASN'T GONNA ALLOW THEM TO WALK ANOTHER DAY..
CARRYING THAT.
I DID THAT,
I OWN THAT.
NOW HOPEFULLY,
THEY'LL ALLOW ME TO RELIEVE THE PRESSURE
OFF THEIR BACKS.
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I dreamed of Poetry last night...
Not just part of the night, but the entire night.
The Poetry was oh so sweet as I dreamed between the sheets.
Tho It wasn't the "normal" beat....last night she was extra sweet.
I dreamed of Poetry on the streets...
Poetry while sitting by the beach....
I dreamed of Poetry, as high as a dream can reach.
Mmmmm...dreams of Poetry in the sheets, beats laying with you in or on top of any sheets.
Poetry in the sheets is extra sweet.
She is always on beat & she brings with her no heat.
Just her sweet, sweet "abnormal" beat.
She doesn't leave me wet nor sticky...and I never have too worry about a hickey.
I dreamed of Poetry last night, I bet you wish you were with me.
I dreamed of Poetry in a castle, where the king gave no hassle.
I dreamed of Poetry that dazzled,
With Poetry, no_thing is ever frazzled.
Poetry sweep me off my feet,
I as I laid & dreamed with her between the sheets....
And for this, I must say, she has you beat.
Because last night I dreamed of Poetry, the entire night, as I laid between the sheets.
Not too mention, she remained on the same beat.
There's No_thing like Poetry between the sheets.
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Everyday...Forever
Everyday that I awake, I thank tha man for not allowing me to make tha same mistakes
today as I did n my yesterday.
Everyday, I am changing.
I may have done the things they said I did, BUT I am NOT who "They" say I am.
Everyday, I am changing.
And the change is for the better.
I thank God for "TROUBLE"...
Without trouble, I wouldn't know what it means to be humble.
I thank tha man for every day that I've struggled.
For I know that "Tha Struggle" is the foundation to my success.
Everyday I am changing...worries of everyday trials and tribulations, I ont even stress.
For I know its all a test,
Everyday, I am changing
And tha change is for the better.
I hear that my long-term is way better than my meanwhile.
So meanwhile, I struggle and hustle .
But long-term, I know that struggle and hustle was for the betterment of me.
Everyday I am changing.
And tha change is for the better. From rag's to riches, struggling and starving, to
successful, satisfied, striving to get that star on tha side
Everyday I am changing.
And tha change is for the better.
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For her exterior is priceless & beautiful. Truly the definition of beauty at its finest.
Precious is she. To find another of her kind, is like finding a needle in a hay stack. For
her make & model; her whole caliber, is cut from a cloth all of ts own.
The interior is nothing like the exterior.
For the inside is battered & bruised, misled, misused & abused.
Her scars running deep & wide as the Mississippi.
The inside is grotesque! From lies, wounds, hurt & pain. Too view the two separately, the
thought would never arise, that they are one.
It takes for width & depth of the Mississippi to flood the roof of her exterior.
And in doing so, she is asked, why such beauty is displaying such pain; She holds her head
up to reply,
"THESE ARE THE TEARS OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN PAIN".
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*Untitled...This Part*
Why must a man break a woman's heart?
If ever I wondered or questioned anything about love, it would be this part.
I'm unsure of how to approach this, not really sure where to start.
All I wanna know is why he had to break my heart....????
He told me it was the inevitable and that he had to do so,
In order for my love to show.
I don't get it...I don't get this part....
Does a man break a woman's heart, in order for him to know how love her?
Or does he break her heart so that she will know how she should be loved?
I think I get it....maybe I've got this part...
If a heart has never been broken, then truth has never been spoken,
After the lie has been tagged, labeled, and categorized as such a lie.
Wait a minute....I think I'm lost...i still don't get it!
So you mean that my pain & tears is what measures, what I thought I've been giving &
showing you for years?
He said he needed to be sure that what I was showing & giving was real.
So does my love feel real after you see & feel the tears running down the roof of my exterior?
He already knew that my scars ran deep & wide as the Mississippi, he was aware that my
interior was under construction from previous devastation
Wow....and after all that...this is how he still did me.
If I attempt to analyze this with my "worldly" mind...it may never make sense.
When I step into the spiritual realm, I hear the spirit say this,
"I close one door to open another with better opportunity"....
If you're standing in the midst of the world, you may never get this part.
Lord bless the woman in the "world" standing with a broken heart.
I can't explain why he broke my heart, I guess I'll never get that part.
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Pain is weakness....Leaving the body.
And this is what I've been taught.
forget everything that you thought when it comes to this emotion.
tho pain hurts, know that it is the inevitable, tho suffering itself, is truly optional.
As people, we are taught that pain is evil & dangerous.
But pain comes to wake us up, shake us up & build us up.
So many try to hide their pain.
But pain is meant to be carried, like a radio.
If it wasn't for the experiences of pain, how would you ever be able to STAND & say that
ur strong?
Pain is a feeling...ur feelings are apart of you...they're ur own reality.
If we feel ashamed & hide our pain, we are allowing society to destroy our reality.
As you experience pain, you should also experience strength,
Its all in the way you carry it.
We aren't to suppress neither hurt nor pain...
but we are to express...submit and or publicize or hurt & pain.
When weakness leaves the body, it opens the door for strength to enter in.
As the tears flow like an un-gated river, pain is released like an unwanted addiction.
And strength enters in like a new found love...so just let it flow ? ? ?
In an attempt to hide and or suppress our pain,
We deliberately inflict MORe pain than what was initially intended.
So,Embrace you reality & carry it better than any ballot you could ever read.
Strength.
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