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Tacara Turner Poem
Of Royal Blood
Do you know that you
are of royal blood?
Can you feel it pulsing
through your veins?
We don't come from any ordinary
blood line.
We are of royal blood.
We have blood of African queens
and kings inside of us.
Blood that is rooted in
every corner of the Motherland.
This blood line doesn't make us
better than anyone else
But it should make us want to
do better
Our ancestors sacrificed their
lives to give us a chance to
shine.
So make sure you take your
chance to become the queen
or king that you really are.
Do you know that you
are of royal blood?
We don't come from any ordinary
blood line.
We have blood of African queens
and kings inside of us.
We are of royal blood.
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I was going through
my mother’s things
trying to find something
that she will recognize.
She has good days and
she has bad days.
I had to hire a nurse
to help me take care
of her because when
she has a bad day
she can be a hand
full.
I felt bad about
going back to
work, but I am
behind on my
bills.
My boss said
that I can work
from home, so
I will do that
starting next
month.
Some of my
friends are telling
me to put my mom
in a home.
I’m not going to
lie sometimes
I do think about it
especially when,
she gets violent with
me and the nurse.
I want to take care
of my mother until I
can’t, but the question
should I put her in
a home is always in the
back of my mind.
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Ready or not, here I come;
no more fear, no more doubt.
My voice is strong and it needs
to be heard
My spirit is my strength and I'm
finally ready to take my place in
the world.
Like a lioness looking over her
kingdom, she lets out a mighty roar.
I'm ready to unleash my own mighty
roar.
My voice is strong and it needs
to be heard.
Ready or not, here I come;
no more fear no more doubt
Like a lioness protecting her
cub, she stands her ground.
I'm ready to stand my ground.
My spirit is my strength and I'm
finally ready to take my place in
the world.
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Watching the wax dripping
off like tears.
Feeling the warm glow
on my face.
Watching the flame dance
like a ballerina on center stage.
Drip after drip and minute
after minute.
Watching the wax dripping
off like tears.
The heat solfly kissing my
skin.
The wax covers me like a
second skin.
Drip after drip and minute
after minute.
Watching the wax dripping
off like tears.
The flames shadow light
up the room.
Watching the wax dripping
off like tears.
Drip after drip and minute
after minute.
The flame goes out.
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Keep looking forward and
never look back.
Your past is in the past.
Don't let things you went
through define you.
Be the best you that you
can be right now.
You can't dwell on the past
you just have to learn from
your mistakes and move
forward.
Keep looking forward and
never look back.
God didn't look at your
past, so why should you
So many people get caught
up living in the past and can't
seem to grab a hold on the
future.
Stop crying over spilled milk.
All you have to do is clean it up
and move on.
Don't look at your past because
God isn't looking at it.
Just be the best you that you
can be right now
And the best way to do that is
to keep looking forward and
never look back.
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Do you understand it
now?
It's true the grass is not
always greener on that
other side.
We have the same eye color.
We even have the same
body type.
But there's one big difference
she ain't me.
She Ain't me and she will
never be me.
You left a rose for a weed.
Boy you are a king, so you
are supposed to be with
a queen and not a peasant,
You keep telling me she
treats you better
But your friends are saying
otherwise.
You left a diamond for a
cubic zirconia
Remember not everything
that sparkle is the real
deal.
She might look like me,
but I doubt that.
She might even act like me,
naw I don't think so.
Do you understand it
now?
She Ain't me and she will
never be me.
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So wait, let me get this right now
slavery was a choice.
So my ancestors didn't get brought
over here against theirs wills.
So my ancestors wasn't chained
and bound to a ship
So my ancestors wasn't brought
and sold like cattle.
Let me get this right now
slavery was a choice
So wait, my ancestors didn't
get beaten and murdered for
trying to escape.
And my female ancestors wasn't
raped and my male ancestors
didn't get beaten if they even
looked at a white woman.
Let me get this right now
slavery was a choice.
Slavery was never a choice,
but it was something horrible
that happened to my and your
ancestors.
So please don't say that slavery
was a choice.
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Ice water pulsing though
your veins.
Heart made out of ice.
Nothing can get in and you won't
let anything get out.
Hey Mr. Ice Man why are you
so cold?
Hey Mr. Ice Man can I get to
know you.
Hiding your true feeling behind
your frosty eyes.
Every time you touch me
this feel like ice.
Making me feel frozen
just with one word.
Hey Mr. Ice Man why are you
so cold?
Hey Mr. Ice Man you won't
turn me into you.
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I think about you everyday.
I miss you with every fiber of
my being.
I went through a lot of stuff
since you left.
Some good moments and some
bad moments.
I'm writing this to tell you that
I'm ok.
I graduated from high school in
1996 and I know that you was
looking down at me.
In 2012 I did something no one
thought I couldn't do I graduated
from Miami Dade North.
2016 was a good year for me
I graduated from Florida
International University and
I truly found myself.
The bad moments are not
worth talking about.
I know you were up there
watching and guiding me
though everything.
I grew up a lot since you left.
I'm writing this to tell you that
I'm ok.
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Looking at you from across
the room knowing this was
last time I was going to see
you.
Our favorite song "Dilemma"
by Nelly blasting through
the loud speakers.
You wouldn't even look
at me.
The gym's dark grey walls
decorated like a Las Vegas
casino it looked like a
gold glitter monster
threw up.
You in your suit looking like
the polished politician that you
dreamt of becoming.
Me in my homemade dress
of course I would be wearing
one of my own designs.
When we first met I literally
couldn't stand you. I thought
You were a brat and I'm pretty
sure you thought I was a brat too.
You finally looked up at me;
You walked slowly to me hooked
your pinkie around mine.
You walked me to the
middle of the dance floor
just then "Don't Change"
by Musiq.
I didn't want the song to end
especially after you told me
you asked the DJ to play it.
"This will be the last song
of the night," said the DJ.
Tha song ended and you
kissed me on my forehead
turned and walked away
leaving me there.
Last song of the night!
Last dance of the year!
Last time I will ever see you!
Copyright © Tacara Turner | Year Posted 2018
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