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a rythmatic
suspicion.
unlikely coming
addiction.
precisely hitting
anticipation.
furry catching
annihilation.
heart bending
mutilation.
mind numbing
gratification.
soul sinning
climax.
words slipping
relax.
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Concrete lies
And watered eyes
Trying to block out
What’s in the mind.
A shattered face
Now stands
Were so much beauty use to show
Grow
You hidden wonder.
Why don’t you sing?
Your eyes are saying you want to
Let your voice be heard.
Then can you stop running or slowdown?
No one can catch you
And saving is what you need.
Scream
Someone has to be listening
Right?
Maybe someone is paying attention
Even though you are a weed
Walked over and stepped on
But always coming back.
Stop searching the sky
No one is answering your questions.
You walking contradiction
Untold truth.
Why is the face in the mirror
Ugly?
wasn’t it once innocent?
Smile without a tear
You cant can you?
Why is there so much rage
Built up inside you?
Learn to forgive those
Who abandoned you.
So much anger for a little someone
Why don’t you want to feel?
You grieving soul
Your not numb anymore
isn’t that what you wanted?
You got what you asked for
You can feel again.
Search inside
Reach deep within
Cant your see what your looking for?
You already know its right before your eyes.
One word
Carved into your body
You hurting lover.
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can those Teary Eyes find Beautiful
elegant Lust filled
sunsets?
and can those Tarnished arms find Peace
underneath of a long black t-shirt
sleeve?
this simple Sustain of Peace is all there is
and unfortunately all there can ever be.
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what is sin?
and must a sinner only know?
who decides what sin is and
what sin is not?
is it something that is simple to see?
or is it disguised?
Like most ordinary things
if it is sin
isn’t it ordinary to see?
comes and shows itself right out in the open
with pride
or does it hide?
for most things precious in life
are very hard to see
but then again precious is not similar to sin
but is sin always wrong?
if it is sin
then why not spell it out?
what if sin feels good?
so good that you can not turn away
is that sin?
it takes your breath away
and dances on your tongue
it slides up and down your spine
and touches inner means
is that sin?
and if so why?
something so right should not be wrong
so close to ecstasy
but is not right
why?
what is sin?
and must a sinner only know?
if so…
then what am I?
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Save the best for last
No
I’ll save the best for the rest
All the ones that want to know
They want to know why?
That’s the inevitable question
And the topic of debate
The shut gate
Pops out of the silhouette in my mind
that’s where the graveyard
Where all the dead things go
All the lost hopes
And failed attempts to try
And as water pours from
A hazy view
All I can see is the gate
Mocking me
Haunting me
Screaming at me to unlatch it
And turn the key and just walk in
Walk in on the ground with bare feet
As the rocks and twigs
Sink into my skin
I’m planting roots
I see a grave
Yet its unmarked
It has no name
And I rest my head
To uncover the same
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Black men
you are the foundation
of the world that revolves
around us Black woman.
though you are below
you are above
our protectors,
our Warriors,
our guardian angels
that can (and will)
fight to protect our sacred temples.
at any coast you hop
into battle mode
to fight for our right to be Goddesses.
as goddesses
you should cherish us
instead of smearing us with your name
in our temple walls.
do not defile and cast out our ancient Secrets
do not Mark us with your tongue-
your words of Shame.
why must you strike us with your Blows
So you can prove you’re a king?
why take our barreyed treasures
that we have kept so close away?
Men
why kick us like Dogs
and leave us to forge for ourselves
like other Animals of the night?
why?
why Disgrace our souls?
why Condemn us?
Man! what has your day come to
and when will your end be?
Spawn of Bruised Mother
Spawn of Destitute Prostitute
why are you such?
though your were Sewn of melancholy
must you be the Abuser?
Man! we should not fear
but Cherish you.
you are Black-in every different shade of the word
you come from kings
yet you act like Peasants
So stand up!
Black King…
stand up and look at your Queen!
It is not to late.
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maybe i will better tomorrow
You know
When I have time to think it out
I’ll change my mind
Say its alright
And everything magically is okay
“it’s all going to be fine”
That’s the thing that they say
How can they say that to me?
It doesn’t feel like the future is going the right way
So why should I be happy?
See something good did happen
Now comes the bad
And au man- is it coming fast
Like a like a boat sinking in the sea
I think this pain is going to drown me.
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Your sour words cut into me
Sweetly
As they roll off the tip of your snake tongue
They dance down my rough back
I caress your scales softly-gently
And though I know its deadly,
I watch your fangs sink into me deeper and deeper
Until I’m filled with your poison
Now paralyzed and unable to move
I know, that none of this is true.
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