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Vanity

I heard someone say never make the same mistake twice
They were referring to love
So I started to relate, my mind started to penetrate
The reasons why the heart had grown cold
Like a movie, the plot started to unfold
And I saw myself.
I mean, really viewed myself and became third person
Why not first?
Because it was too painful to tell my own story
So I became she
A woman who forced her own misery by believing she could control her own 
destiny
Heart pacing with every sound, she declared to understand her emotions
Chose a man who did not reciprocate devotion
Lacked respect so didn’t think she needed none
Who needed love, he thought, when life was all about fun
She tried to reconstruct her appearance for him
So I nicknamed her Vanity
But nothing would ever suffice, causing her to somehow lose her sanity
A perfect love.
Dreams of starry nights and kisses on the forehead
Curled up under the nook of his arm on top of his bed
Sharing secrets and penetrating hidden walls
Making love until the roosters made their morning calls
Vanity wanted to live in a movie,
She wanted the fame and the beauty
She visioned scenes of her admirer answering her every beck and call
But pieces of the movie started to crumble and fall
So she settled.
Vanity didn’t even have faith in Prince Charming anymore
Those kind of men didn’t exist…the type that open doors
She led a dead end journey to a man who’s heart she would never own
With every kiss from him, she still knew she wasn’t alone
He became her best friend, and a passionate lover
But every night he still committed to another
At times things felt just right, but never good enough
She knew her mother raised a young lady better than this
And her decisions were tough
Vanity cried the day he told her he loved her 
She cried because that was the day the affair ended
They were both in love but he wouldn’t leave HER
She could barely stomach to see herself in the mirror, everything was a blur
Vanity wanted to hate him, “What an awful man”
She would try to instill in her mind
But her heart didn’t believe it, he just wasn’t the right kind
The kind you would hate.
So instead, she hated herself for giving up on love
For trying to borrow someone else’s love
Vanity had lost the biggest fight of her life and the truth was
Vanity…didn’t even know what love was anymore.

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Revolution

You say you want to start a revolution?
Well let's start with the revolution of your heart
Where u stand front line and I play a relative part
We get together in an alliance not just to integrate
But to facilitate desires, communicate, and these we'll reciprocate
You need to learn patience
Because you see, patience paves the way for a safe haven
In a place where we're mentally able
Strengthening our willingness to apply to a new era
And complete all oral fables
Patience will keep u stable
Give me some time.
How can I begin to explain how time waits for not a single soul?
So not a soul should waste, but indulge in eachother
Not even given too much haste
But whenever u can, wear me like your favorite brand
No time for reprimands
Time cannot be controlled...don't you understand!
Know what u like.
Your mouth was moving so rapidly, I could barely interpret
Yet I picked up thru the static..and u keep coming back like an addict
An addict? Yet an addict that comes back always knows what he wants
You on the other hand...what a tragic..I've had it
And u say u want to start a revolution?
Well lets start with the revolution of your heart
Where you stand in the frontline, and I'll play my part
We get together and create destiny
Enjoying life, excluding calamities
Is that such a tragedy?

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I Write

I write because I’m motivated by life
It consumes my inner depths and expands my reality
To form a silhouette with little solidarity
The other night there were things that I could not reveal with dancing 
words……………………………………
So I wrote.
I wrote all the images that could not be displayed
I painted letters on canvas and spelled out your name
I engaged all my senses as I scribbled down relentless rhyme
I created rhythm and blues as I flashbacked into time
When I was a girl and you were not yet the man of today
A stranger to one another’s existence, yet preparing for an unforeseen day
The seconds, minutes, rather hours that God would spend leading our paths
To cross upon a road where there would be a dead end
For I say ‘dead end’ because we cannot pretend
Someone will feel pain at the cost of another’s happiness
Just loving you could be blasphemous…………………………………
So I wrote.
I wrote about my mahogany delight
Friends in the daytime………………….Lovers into the night
I touched myself and exhaled as I yearned for kiss
I’m reassured in my womanhood when you lick my lips
I write about the future.
You, I, and some children of our own
But then a voice denies me of those thoughts because the future is not yet known
I write about trusting a man.
With my mind, body, and soul
I write to contain my sanity and keep hope that you’ll never let go.

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Danger

My perception has drastically changed over the course of time
I constantly follow danger although his heart is no longer mine
Like a baby, through lust our love was conceived
He grabbed me and his touch made me believe
I remember drinking from his same cup
While frivolously visioning a future with  just us
Now danger, which I didn’t fear leaves me scared
Maybe it’s because I never know if he’s really there
So many times, from the words of my mouth I’ve confessed
To an occurring addiction, saw my conviction, but gave him the best
Danger is also not ready to let go and let me be
Even with closed eyes, we’re all that we see
In every fantasy, every melody, there he stands…lurking
I try to scream, but none of my vocal organs remain working
I feel his presence, his intense breathing on my neck
I tremble because through his darkness, I cannot see even a speck
But his touch is familiar and my muscles are no longer tense
Danger has a way of keeping me on suspense
I turn around to face him or rather his shadow
He’s disappeared……… Danger leaves my heart hollow.

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Liberation

I’ve got the entire day to myself
Just me in a seclusion of jubilee and blowing trees
Resting in the shade, painting words that my lips could not convey
The one thing that possesses me, has a hold of me,
Seems not within arms reach
I try to touch him, yet he still refuses me
Ahh… these days are no longer an escape from Babylon’s insanity
I call this earth a place of fire where reality escapes destiny
Can u talk to me?
Show me the many passage ways until I’m at the crack of your door
And there you stand, a virile man, with so much more
Tell me the secret to the void that is lacking attention
Or will I have to fight off scavengers and put forth my direction?
Say there, are you hip to both pleasure and pain?
Intermingling in ecstasy until we both create rain?
Where we are is a fragile state of mind
Where we should be devotes a certain element of your time
I hear it in the breeze, it’s all around and I can’t even breathe
What would you like me to do with all of this?
Clasp it within my palms and secure it with fists?
Oh, but that certainly isn’t the way to be
Inspiration comes from all sensuality.

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Crimson

Crimson is the color of our passion, anyone can see it, but nobody knows.
For a moment I tasted his lips smeared with hopes and dreams
The Devil’s concoction, in which he presented himself to me
I now ask myself….was he even a reality?
Pictures painted consistently with each swift stroke of the hand
I know we’re both created by God, but who is this man?
Visions of intimacy no longer belong to me
In his eyes I know I’m not yet what he perceives
And I ask myself….was I even a reality?
Buttermilk kisses and the caress of his fingers
My womanly juices flowing but the sensations still lingered
The desire was a will, is a will, or rather my testament
A low cry of the mouth let him know what I ment
And this is seriously affecting my everyday thoughts of reason
He binded my hands with chains……this sexual demon
With every breath my body exhausts and I fall at the knees
Menacingly my eyes light up, hungrily I aim to please
At the sight of our two bodies, it almost looks like a maze
Entwined as two lovers should indulging for days
The fire is now dwindling but the heat still remains 
Crimson is the color of our passion….it drives me insane