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Jesse Pickens Poem
You lead a luxurious life, superior finance allows you to have a sense of grandiosity, people of a lower stature seem to fit the perfect mold for the term irrelevant,
like appendix,
but soon your wealth leads to vulnerability, standards become everything and the simple things in life no longer trigger your excitement,
so you begin to question your sobriety, maybe that is the answer,
little do you know dependency can be worse than cancer,
so you start off on the bottle, but that only provokes..
you to try something more potent, now your spending habits are more ubiquitous and basically you're poor..
but this all could have been avoided if you kept the attitude of the girl Next Door..
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Jesse Pickens Poem
The Emancipation Proclamation was put
into effect in 1863,
That meant freedom for slaves,
the ones who looked like me,
blood, sweat, and bullets were shed along
with tears,
innocent civilians put through years of hell
and fed with fears,
nooses invaded necks,
in the home of the brave,
in the home of the slaves,
blood flowing as they gaze,
lynchings were congregational,
often invitational,
white kids kids were taught to look at
them as merely educational,
he is just another tally in the stat book,
slaves screaming until exhaustion as they
were made to look,
saliva often found homes on the pits of
our face,
jeopardizing our case,
exasperating our race,
if you had children they often vanished
without a trace,
we were taught not to embrace,
each other in any way,
I know the only way we made it out is the
good Lord's grace..
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Her love is virtue,
Closely knit their hearts mend each others broken pieces,
Like improper fractions,
God reserved his souvenir pocket watch to form this love,
With his alarm set for eternity,
This love is meant to last forever,
The slits barricaded in her heart are suddenly healed by his touch,
Dark heavy residue on his heart is cleansed by her beauty,
The friends on the outside say this is advancing to expeditiously,
Only if they could feel the high caliber of the shots fired by Cupid into our souls,
They could gain understanding,
Like the civilians joined by hands exiting the debris of the trade towers,
United we stand,
Together we overcome.
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Body left dissipated, obliterated,
oh Emmett Till,
Investigators could not tell if it was a human or mutilated road kill,
his eye was gouged from his head,
barbed wire tied around his neck,
all because a caucasian woman,
claimed she didn't get proper respect
oh Emmett Till,
Money Mississippi was the place,
you were not guilty of the case,
but you were guilty of your race,
to much melanin in your face,
Oh Emmett Till,
they say your case changed the land,
apparently not,
ask George Zimmerman,
but in your case the INNOCENT man was named Roy Bryant,
When reporters asked him did he kill you he surely didn't deny it,
Oh Emmett Till,
While you are sitting next to our heavenly father,
tell him to touch our country's heart if he bother,
then we all can have a peaceful space,
my prayer is one day All of God's children,
Become one race...
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Let's take a trip back,
It was 1992
A young lady had a baby,
she didn't know what to do
She didn't have any
money
Fortune
Luck
Or a house,
Just a baby boy,
Not even a spouse,
As the years past
She noticed her boy
Was gifted
By the time he could
Write her mentality
Shifted,
She noticed he didn't
Need toys
Candy
Or even kin
Just sit him in a dark room
And supply him
Him with a pen,
Suddenly there was
Light
She knew it deep within,
This baby was a diamond
with ghetto dirt
in his mist,
Born highly favored,
John The Baptist
He struggled to coexist
Reminisced in the midst
At times he would get
Pissed
Because he was born
With a lisp,
Again just his pen,
He never fought with his fist,
He had the heart of
a lion,
In order to be beat,
You would need
the heart of Jesse Owens
In a early track meet,
Jack Churchill in the mist
of World War II,
Also probably the
money of the mighty Maloof's.
The diamond in the dirt,
Was finally set free
The outside world
Came to know
this star to be
I set out to
Find him
But he was absentee
Until my mom gave
me the mirror of life,
I found out the
Diamond was me...
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In the bible it states that no sin is more fraudulent than another,
so in this mighty country that we have labelled the Home of the Free,
why do we judge each other, constantly dropping the judicious mallet that belongs to God,
point fingers and ridicule the next man,
determined to cause fright,
but inside we are petrified it might,
be our turn to face this judgmental fight,
what will they say when your sins are broadcast... Under the Lights
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Rare beauty,
blue diamond,
your smile burns a hole through the seams of my soul,
Isaac Newton was wrong,
This love will never descend,
eye contact,
I think an atom split,
B
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nobody else in the world matters,
voluptuous curves,
dangerous if you are not careful,
Talladega Speedway cover girl,
Staring into your eyes is indescribable,
like a Michael Jordan dunk in mid air,
time briefly pauses,
through the wormhole,
hair flowing like the Nigerian River,
never ending,
This love is never ending girl,
Agape,
I think you were sent from the heavens.
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You try to lead a auspicious life,
Trying your best to mirror Christ,
Well done my faithful servant is the remark you want for your fight,
Church is your Paradise,
Everyone thinks you are swell,
You have the faith of a mustard seed like Jonah inside of the whale,
Suddenly out the blue rapid pains invade your body,
Oh Lord I trust in you,
My faith will never disembody,
Until one day you give in to pain and frantically need a answer,
The doctor sheds a tear,
I'm sorry but you have cancer,
Stage 4,
Now you are in your last days ,
This is not a phase,
Your days are blue even in the mist of sun rays..
Your family is in a rage over this information,
Hopeless despair engaged like a Jew in concentration,
Separated from humanity equals abrupt insanity,
Cancer can be depressing,
Chemo is very stressing,
Fatigue forbids you from assessing your blessings,
I know its very difficult ,
Just hold on and continue to pray,
Because at the end of the day,
God has the last say...
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As I am awakened by the dazzling rays of the star we call the sun,
I am appalled by that peculiar notion,
because as I peek out my blinds the day is so dull,
thunder rolling ever so treacherous,
howling like the night time winds,
the trees are usually green but now all I see is the origin,
pain in my cranium I begin to feel it spin,
as I try to cry out for help my jugular tightens up,
I can hardly get any wind,
as I lay there on the floor struggling to remember last night's events,
I begin to have flashbacks, then I get a glimpse..one sip, two sip, three sips, or four,
I see abandoned whiskey bottles and joint papers crumbled on the floor,
before you begin to judge, yes I know its a sin,
but this is the only way I know to cope,
after Losing My Best Friend....
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You are late to every event,
in the mirror you stare,
minutes quickly turn into hours,
but you don't seem to care,
your boyfriend thinks your beautiful,
you are daddy's angel too,
why you are constantly so down on yourself,
they obviously don't have a clue,
your lover tries to cheer you up,
there goes a brand new ring, new clothes, new shoes, even a bit of bling,
what he doesn't get is material objects don't mean a thing,
you are really hurt on the inside that you don't look like women in magazines,
they are so perfect in appearance,
their hair falls just right,
all the guys love them around the world so you will never meet their criteria right?
One thing that you can't see in a magazine model is this thing called truth,
they are dressed up like politicians to make them look like they have it all together,
they try to pretend like they can't hear or see the truth,
Like Helen Keller,
Every night they close their eyes they wish they could be normal like you,
have kids, a husband, a house and even eat regular foods too,
so don't ever doubt who you are because magazines are not real,
but you are living in reality and I wanted you to know Perception kills...
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