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Dinasty Covell Poem
where I'm from
it'll never be peace .
where I'm from bodies drop everyday .
on every corner its a blessing to make it through the day .
everyone hoping and praying that no no takes you out the game .
the place where you have to say be safe just to end the day .
A gun man with the eye of red .
Not really caring if their hurting kids.
young teens die before they get a chance to make it out .
no one really gets a chance to make their mothers jump and shout.
As the rose crumbles.
You know its a different soul.
It could never be fixed.
Because of all the tiny holes .
Where i come from singing and rapping only get you out .
But not where you wanna be .
Because society defines everything you inspire to be .
But a little girl lived on the fourth floor.
She believed there could be change in what they called the hood.
She believes that where she's from it will no longer inspire who she wants to be due to society.
She knows that now kids will live past the age of twenty three.
where I'm from
I was raised to care .
I care about the people around me even if they don't care about me .
When I was twelve .
I saw a man get gunned down .
Yeah it shocked me for life.
But I think its time to move on now .
Where I'm from
I think its time to wipe the plate clean.
And be united as the city we inspire to be.
Copyright © Dinasty Covell | Year Posted 2016
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it's crazy how you suppose to be my father and I barely even know you.
i know this because the way I act around you could really show you.
but your as blind as you've always been.
I'm your daughter and I needed you way back when.
I wanted a father figure in my life one that didn't play hide and seek all his life.
im sad to say I'm disgusted in you.
you went years tryna play catch up .
I guess you were never really ready to man up .
and take responsibility for your actions I guess that's where you messed up .
Copyright © Dinasty Covell | Year Posted 2016
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Dinasty Covell Poem
on rainy days as the water droplets hit my face.
I get a small image of how we were when we were in the same place.
Late nights when I wish you were still here a gentle breeze pushes by letting me know theirs nothing too fear.
Although no one ever taught me how to live without you.
I struggle more and more each day just to get the concept of how too.
It isn't very easy to do because everything reminds me of you.
A man dressed in all black is who I'd hope to see.
But instead I hold in my tears of sarrow to let you know that I am still strong for tomorrow.
On this day I must realize that it has been a whole year since you've been gone.
I can no longer hear your voice and I must admit that hurts the most.
Its so sad to say that you've been gone far too long.
I wish you could come back and visit me.
But that would be too much to ask because god gave you your wings and said "come fly with me"
- Dedicated to my father ??
By: Dinasty C
Copyright © Dinasty Covell | Year Posted 2016
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One who doesn't judge but is here to last.
A deep connection which he seems to lack.
One who likes success instead you're a downcast.
Honest and trustworthy but small things slack.
There for me when things get rough but he leaves.
Communication is the key he deceives.
An intimate connection where lust thieves.
Shows a soft spot which he fails to believe.
Feelings are engraved but still I'm shot away.
Promises you make but always seem to break.
One who is committed fails to portray.
There to inspire but can't see his mistake.
If love may be pure and sweet like a dove.
May everyone receive that gentle kind love.
Copyright © Dinasty Covell | Year Posted 2017
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why hey plenty of days i got victimized by how dark this skin of mines appears.
but now that i'm older i no longer drop a tear.
those words still taunt me such as "blacky" from my peers
although those hurtful words always grind my gears.
ive learned that melanin takes over showing me there's nothing to fear.
having this dark skin of mines is nothing but beauty and power.
i don't let society overpower my melanin skin making it seem so sour.
i'd never let those words define me into devour.
but instead i rise up like a beautiful flower.
this is a daily challenge that millions of other face each day.
making us seem like some sort of prey.
as of today we will all slay our melanin skin until there's nothing more to say
but as of right now this all stops today.
Copyright © Dinasty Covell | Year Posted 2017
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