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I cannot
change you.
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It Hurts |
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My Midnight View |
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"Once Upon A Memory" Copyright © 2002 Tameko L. Barnette
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Can you feel the beat of the drum as it call your name with rays of sunshine not one the same colors melting to make a unique blend as the drums of time beats on again and again Feel the liteness of step as troubles pass you by that really wasn't important as your soul become one with heavenly skies Life is just that a rough or smooth ride as the drums of time keep tick, tick, ticking on by but I don't worry with Jesus by my side as peace surround me and the beat of the drums serene the skies
Copyright © 2003 Poetrymama
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I was captured by your beauty in one glance of your grace The glow of the King’s Glory shined bright upon your face Time stood still long enough for eternity to walk and separate the waters The day slowly came to an end, and I finally surrendered my fortress "Hello", my spirit whispered so softly in the cool breeze of the evening And your soul leaped into my heart, a moment ever so revealing The gateways to our souls connected for what seemed forever The Genesis Came to a Revelation as all which was written came together Disappointment was removed, my life was consumed, and delivered from death Love alone is the voice that makes every choice, the beauty beyond the
flesh Copyright © 2002 Ricardo Nelson |
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Copyright © 2002 Lyrically Defined
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I'm a junkie......
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2002 Walter Jennings |
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like a man with muscle shape like a rock form into clay between crackling brown wood needing to watch over night and day along the green coastal shore bay gleaming like a bright light into your eyes sparkling like stars into the cloudy sky beaming down never coming to end. second poem title: ARISING OF THE SUNSET As I was awaken this morning by the sunset opening my eyes to a brighter day the clouds of yesterday are gone a new day awaits me to reach out to unspoken dreams that's beyond my inner thought that I cant even touch or see yet reaching back when I was a child playing hop scotch jump rope jacks ball or just dancing on the curb and sidewalk with friends these are dreams that have come true and now bigger things must and will come ahead of me if I keep dreaming theirs is going to be a lot of rain, storms hurricane, tornadoes, volcanoes but I know I can and will survive these trials if I keep my hands in the master hands keep looking up not down because you or I will fall down deep in the ground of no where land but we can dig our way out if we keep our head up, listen though don't let pride grab you if you do that' a no no. stay with yes yes you will and may stay on top of higher hills and mountains top.
Copyright © 2002 Sandra Lee |
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Crack Cocaine is my Tsunami… I seen it kill over 1,000,000 people 10 million families effected Destroyed homes Food and water supply infected Wave after wave After wave Crack wave Followed by crime wave Swept fathers away Babies looking for mommies While sister drowning in sorrows Playa fuck what heard overseas I can tell you an Unnatural disaster story That will bring you to your knees From 8ths Ounces Zips to Keys ABC & NBC Didn’t cover it until people on the mainland got touched But by then the natives Were swept away Beautiful houses Turned into rubble By a pebble Crack & crime waves Were bigger than any Tsunami People scurrying around looking for remains Trying to keep their heads above water But it’s hard to swim or let alone stand in mud. This shit funded Crips and Bloods Vice Lords and land lords So can somebody tell me where is East Oakland’s telethon? I don’t see donation jars on Harlem Grocery store check out stands And no I’m not asking for a helping hand But what I am saying is before we can go out and try to save the world We need to take care of home first? Seems like America only cares When disaster is over there While TV’s emphasize We empathize Eat up all of it getting so full TV is quick to make Americans hearts heart cry But we’re quick to close the window And blinds When we hear pain and suffering going on outside. I once saw a woman put in $5 in a Jar But passed a bum asking for 25 cents While she was walking to her car. Now you might say "Well those people overseas are victims And that bum has the power to change" But if you really think about it That $5 you give to the Tsunami victims gets broken down so many times by the time it gets overseas to those kids what do they really end up receiving???…..change.
Copyright © 2005 Nercity |
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Copyright © 2002 Papa Joe |
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Hey little girl, what do you want to be when you
are grown?
Copyright © 2002 Veronica Sneed |
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Forged from my diverse ancestry For My
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© 2005 Gene Cole |
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I once was a Crackhead
I loved it more than anything, nothing and no one
made a difference. When I ran out of money I sold my body.
It wasn't something I wanted to do or something I
liked.
Deep down inside I knew it wasn't right.
Minutes turned into days,
days turned into weeks,weeks turned into years.
When I smoked crack, I didn't seem to have any fears.
CRACK; sounds like something you do to your back.
It is actually a quite addictive substance.
After one hit, things are never the same.
I always looked for someone else to blame.
Children were in the way, and the man didn't matter.
I just kept smoking crack, and never seemed to get
fatter.
I once was a
crackhead
It wasn't a career goal or a dream, in
reality I was a fiend
I didn't seek help, because I didn't see a problem.
Just a past time that became full-time.
I stopped looking in the mirror or even caring about
how I looked.
Clothes dirty, no bath, hair nappy.
Just crack and more crack
Unhappy, miserable, lonely just to mention a few
feelings I had
Life can never be the same as long as Crack is what
you do.
I once was a Crackhead
But now I am
a beautiful black goddess,
full of life with my head above ground.
I now have my family back and can actually pay rent.
Since I am not a crackhead anymore I even have money
to spend.
It wasn't easy to give up crack at first.
I knew I could do better
And just didn't like the hurt. Copyright © 2002 Teresa Taylor |
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KINKY Copyright © 2002 Winston Nugent |
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Soul
Preservation of Jane Doe
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GHETTO CHILD |
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HOW
MUCH!
ONE
DAY A MAN WOKE WITH A VOID IN HIS LIFE……
SO
THE MAN WENT TO HIS WIFE AND SAID “MY WIFE, HOW MUCH! DO YOU LOVE ME?”
AND
HIS WIFE WITH HER ARMS OPENED ANSWERED “I LOVE YOU! THIS MUCH!”
BUT
HIS VOID WAS STILL THERE.
SO
THE MAN WENT TO HIS MOTHER AND SAID “MOTHER, HOW MUCH! DO YOU LOVE
ME?”
AND
HIS MOTHER WITH HER ARMS OPENED ANSWERED “I LOVE YOU! THIS MUCH!”
BUT
THE VOID WAS STILL THERE.
SO
THE MAN WENT TO HIS FATHER AND SAID “FATHER, HOW MUCH! DO YOU LOVE
ME?”
AND
HIS FATHER WITH HIS ARMS OPENED ANSWERED “I LOVE YOU! THIS MUCH!”
BUT
THE VOID WAS STILL THERE.
THEN
THE MAN PRAYED TO GOD WITH ALL HIS HEART AND CRIED OUT “MY GOD, HOW
MUCH! DO YOU LOVE ME?”
AND
A VISION OF A LAMB WAS SHOWN TO THE MAN, BUT THE MAN DID NOT UNDERSTAND.
SO
THE MAN CRIED OUT “MY HEAVENLY FATHER!!
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THEN JESUS WITH HIS ARMS OPENED WIDE ANSWERED THE MAN “I LOVE YOU! THIS
MUCH!”
THEN
THE MAN CRIED BECAUSE HIS VOID WAS FILLED!
GLORY
TO GOD THROUGH HIS SON JESUS CHRIST
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I'm so glad I'm a Sistah You better believe I am I possess the strength of a lion
But
I'm soft as a lamb According to Psalms 139:14 I'm fearfully and wonderfully made God created me so awesome
I
don't know how to behave I made my entrance into this world From the belly of an Afrikan Queen Even my birth was deemed outstanding The finest this world had ever seen
My inner spirit is so complex Other women try to figure me out But they will never know me like that
"Cause
they can't handle what I'm about My skin complexion is radiant and warm Like the sun of my native Homeland Together with my sisters I range in color
From
a deep mohogany to a golden honey tan And since the curve of my mouth is so natural I don't have to inject my lips Ask the brothers... they'll tell you
I'm
already equipped with voluptuous hips When it comes to my hair I'm versatile Its thickness is handled with grace and ease That's why I can perm, braid, lock or extend
And
change it every day of the week if I so please Maya told me I was phenomenal Angela reminded me to exhale And it was Tina who made me question love
And
not become docile to any male Iyanla Vanzant appeared on the scene Urging me to look inside my soul Now Kameelah's slammin on the spoken word
Getting paid her worth in gold And I give props to the musical geniuses Like Yolanda Adams and the talented Lauryn Hill Because when sisters are free to create
We
excel and dominate in every field Now, just in case you don't believe me Drinking my kool-aid without knowing the flavor It was a Sistahs womb that was chosen
To
carry the seed that birthed the Saviour That's why I'm so glad to be a Sistah You better believe I am "Cause I'm the baddest thing breathing
That's
ever stepped upon this land Copyright © 2000 Konversations with Kameelah |
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'Only Me!!' |
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Hopes'
Gentle Prayer |
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Homecoming |
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sILK ON sILK mY HANDS ON YOUR BODY LIKE SILK ON SILK REMEMBER THE FRIST KISS CAN WE CONTINUE LIKE THIS? A KING AND A QUEEN AGREEING CONCERNING LOVE BLESSED BY THE GOD ABOVE "GOD IS LOVE' YOUR THRONE PUTS YOU ON HIGH MY SWEET YOU PUT NO ONE AT YOUR FEET YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE FAIR I KNOW GOD HAS PUT YOU THERE GOD ALSO PUT YOU IN MY LIFE YOU MY QUEEN ARE TRULY MY WIFE YOUR BEDROOM CONSIST OF THE PURPLES, BLUES, REDS, FRANKENSCENTS ALL THE SURROUNDING OF THE TRUE QUEEN AND I DANCE A JIG EVERYTIME I SEE YOU MY QUEEN, MY LOVER, MY BOO YOUR LOVING ME IS LIKE FLOATING ON AIR I ENJOY YOU MY SWEET WITHOUT A CARE MY HANDS TO YOUR BODY LIKE SILK ON SILK TAKING NOT TIME FOR GRANTED EVERY MINUTE IS AN HOUR OF YOUR PLEASURE MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm. SILK ON SILK
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2002 Kwane |
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Before You Go Copyright
© 2002 OneHolyMonkey |
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A Faithful Sailboat Copyright
© 2002 Tonya Sivels
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Locwashus: Word of Gout |
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Your Love Appeals to my Senses
Tell me, do you think I can taste, smell, see, or hear love? Well the answer is yes because your love appeals to my senses. Love tastes like your strawberry lip gloss as I lick my lips after touching yours, and it smells like your hair after you,ve used your favorite shampoo and stepped out of the shower. Love looks like our reflection in the mirror, and it sounds like your soft breathing after you've fallen asleep on my chest.
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© 2002 Chris Wright a.k.a. I.C.E.
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His love is sweet, sweet love parts from his lips, lips that kiss my back softly and speak words of love that can soothe hearts. Love trickles from his lips and caress my essence of womanhood. His love runs deep and deeply he makes love to me, with passion I feel his love and I hear his love and it makes me cry out for his love. His love is felt through the bed of my nails to the depth of my soul. His love is heard through the silence of halls filled with the aroma of musk incense and I experience that kind of loving every time I smell that scent. I feel his love every time the house settles and I climax when the wind blows.
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© 2002 Nicole N. Wasson |
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Endless emotions created from limitless desires and potential harmony At first it was hard for me 2 accept the finality The boundaries of a relationship corrupted by love How much unknown 2 the human eye like stars above 2 beings combined a new you a new me a cycle of circles strength in the ring Infinite adoration shared by 2 lovers Borders from the heavens deepest point 2 our bed under the covers Copyright
© 2002
Taboo!! Dangerfield |
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Prosaic |
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On a Sunday morning with the sun shining, heart full and in the light, there came pain standing next to me. Fallen words of how yesterday was and how today came about made me flinch with despair hoping that these words would leave my heart so your heart would not be broken. If I had to guess for one more moment that I would not feel this then my hopes are broken and so much like my heart and your heart that I know I have broken. Can’t change what happened, but today came around and I did not find you there because yesterday was so constant that it made today impossible for us to be. I’m turning this corner and I’m turning it alone. Never thought I would turn it without you but today I did just that. So how do I tell my heart not to be selfish when it’s you that I’m looking out for. How do I tell my heart to let you go when it’s me that loved you from afar. How do I say goodbye when it was only yesterday you told me you loved me. How do I tell my heart to not ache when it’s really your heart that aches. How do I turn this corner knowing that I’ll be turning it all alone.
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The Streets Of Oakland by Emanuel
yesterday i drove through Oakland it looked just like home yesterday i drove through Oakland and it looked just like home chocolate babies walking down the streets laughing and talking loud sweeping their feets liquor stores and brothers standing `round in this place a piece of my own i found yesterday i rolled through Oakland it looked just like the Neighborhood yesterday i rolled through Oakland and it looked just like home i drove down streets once walked by the Party Panther history is rich here and all around me Hewy and Angela and all of the rest i have found a piece of Mystory and it beats in my chest yesterday i rolled through Oakland it looked just like the Crenshaw and King yesterday i rolled through Oakland and I found home Copyright © 2002 Emanuel
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More than worthless; empty More than worthless; useless Mere nothingness is the sight I see When the reflection in the mirror is eyeing me, Eyeing me and crying inside to me To be set free Because on this soil There is nothing left for me I am in my own right worthless- Worth less than the ground beneath my feet Which has for centuries upon end sprouted the life our earth is privileged to see I am worth less than that old hard gum stuck to the street
that once caused pleasure since in its former life it was a treat
hell on earth which encompasses my every waking moment is in fact A revelation to my Maker that my faith will persist in Him through this test, this life long quest My faith worth more than less His strength worth more than less My life worth more
And more Copyright © 2002 Nasidaii |
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I was molded from up above Out of my "Father's" love Who Am I? I am from the rib of "Gods" first creation Who Am I? I am nourishment for the fruit of my seed Who Am I? From my womb the messiah was born Who Am I? I am inner beauty in spirit, quietness and grace I am of a divine people with a heritage of a proud race Who Am I? From the lightest browns, to the deepest blacks I am rich in culture and thats a fact Who Am I? I am the pride of my husbands side I am wisdom in my childrens eye's Who Am I? I am the mother of many different nations I wear the crown of a blessed generations Who am I? We are the old the young the yet to come She is you, She is me in He
I am Woman Copyright © 2002 Joyce Saulter |
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Lord,please help me Not to write for praise Not to live for recognition Not to create for applause Not to broadcast my gifts Not to "puff-up" from reviews Not to ever think I've "arrived" Help me to never stop seeking knowledge To see the wonder in everyone and in me To resist the choice to medicate and have the courage to feel Let my eye always behold beauty- even in ugliness Help me always to notice the sky and appreciate life's little miracles to bend down and kiss nature Help me smile But help me cry- tears need to wash away toxins and cleanse the soul Help me to always embrace my light even when darkness threatens to close in Help me to take self-inventory and welcome change- it's going to come whether I welcome it or not Lord help me not to dim- because someone said I shined too bright Help me Come out of my comfort zone and touch the unknown To say "hi" to a stranger To give-more than I receive and Lord Please help me remember that it's Not money Not fame Not opportunity But it's what I allow you to be in me That makes the difference
Copyright © 2002 Jaz
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Black men
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When the time reached seven cosby was coming on It felt like we all reached heaven Little girls were rocking jellies and wearing them pony tails People were writing letters cause there was no e-mail MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice just came out People were throwing parties not trying to bang out Or slang crack or sell dope Or chain jack or even sell they soul for some fame stats When LL needed a lil love When Micheal Jackson was moon walking and wearing a glove It's all love but I miss seeing New Edition They were like tradition Black people were proud then But now we on a mission Hoping and wishing to make a lot of money, but that same lot of money can cause us to act so funny Sesame Street was in Children could listen to songs from beginning to end I remember seeing my first record spin Salt -n-Pepa was pushing while herby was mixing Whatever happened to nehi peach, save some now and eat later,putting jolly ranchers in pickles creating our own flavor The old days Time sometimes I hate ya Will and Jazz dropped summertime Back then everybody could rhyme Video Soul had our souls at rest Watching Al B. Sure, Keith Sweat always begged the best People was wearing converse shoes and British knights, later on Reebok invented the shoe that had lights Oh how I wish, oh wish, oh wish that I could just take a flight Back to the days of being the same instead of not treating each other
right Copyright © 2002
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In the red zone of blood and destruction to my eyes of vast corruption is the veryness of my comsumption that i lay my hands upon thy throat and sufforcate thee through these hands do i reveal true nature of which God has laid out in his immortal plan
Copyright © 2002 Kathy Barajas |
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Missing You
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© 2002 Tamika Greaves |
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Saying good-bye to old habits Copyright © 2004 Letrisee Nycole Lawson |
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Penetrate my soul. enter my mind tear a hole. so unkind. you feed my desire, test my limits, Inspire. Push me to the edge and pull me back for more I am your whore. control my emotions tell me how to feel. you get what you want demand or steal. In silence I scream. Everything Is more than it seems. I hide from the world behind my eyes of green.
No one knows... and never will
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2002 Gina Raye Nelson |
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TIME TO CALL HOME |
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Broke spirits battered lay scattered next to broken promises and broken hearts becoming part of the cement in my broken city you have just as much as me but still envy because I'm gone shine regardless 110% i give the world everything what i mean is though I'm different i still human aren't you? So why criticize me for what i do or the way i do it if your way is right then prove it I'll sit and listen and with much content i will not change my opinion I've stepped over the same broken spirits and promises now is that what i think it is your broken heart lay next to mine maybe at a different time but on the same side walk in this broken city of mine now am i lying you want to hold me back but what's the use of both of us dying i'd rther die trying than not try at all you can not stand if first you do not fall so hold up stand back i'v said my peace that's all promises nowI'drather
Copyright © 2002 Janel Young |
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From the lust of this, I bust nuts in poetics. Ejectin gyzmm of metaphoric pleasures. Giving birth to lines of verses, creative works in diverse, melodious tempos, similes and hyperboles. Masterfully timed and rhymed or not, Intertwined throughout paragraphs, Warm as sunbaths in the summer, Floatin in wonderment as words illuminate the imagination, Gestations, immaculate conceptions. Causin splashes of color to blast forth with sound, Profound fill it pound, Down deep, As U day sleep, in a day dream, from a day theme. Sweet like the cream of a root beer float on your lip, sip, Feels good like a cotton swab q-tip, in your ear---- Gaaazzzuuummmz But let me get deeper, as words seep like lotion in your skin Rub it in Nice &Smooooth, Mooovve U to melancholy moods and sooooth the savages, As it ravages the soul, Control. As I stroke this with deep penetrations, I thrust & bust nuts In poetics.
Copyright © 2002 Day St. Live
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I’m so ill I make you stutter when you say my name
To yo radio, television, and PBS stations, I erase all of my enemies with my words of wisdom I make the freakiest hoes get down to the words that
pour out of my mouth like milk out of a carton, I abuse my verbal daily and let every person know
that you can’t test the best Every man you sent for me has come to an end
I’m so sexy that you call me ugly cause you can’t get
a piece you jump when I speak To there senses ……. I read everybody in a room their rights because I
police yo brain and any area that my eyes see
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Sit back watch the sky Only true niggas can walk with out a trace of high Realize how much is achieved out of lazidacal work My analogy of it, broke niggas chasing skirts
Re-rap the game, re-write the tool, and
re-structure the ground
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There is no way to categorize my ethnicity because I will never quite be what people may see. Black doesn't seem to be enough of a statement when your skin is several shades lighter than pavement. Is my hair too straight to be African American? If I were to wear it more curly would your ass stop staring? Is my language supposed to be that of a thug? Do I need a big ass to pull and to tug?
Ignorance and
miseducation with anxious alcoholic perspiration; this is what they see in
our young Black nation. But if it were different, they'd still
Copyright © 2002 Tamara Simpson
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I need love Love can mean many things Not sex or diamond rings It could be certain spontaneous things I'm not going to lie I want something that hits my spot and makes me wine But if that's all your working with boy Your wasting my time I need love to put a tingle in my spine Love so good it stands through the end of time Something so affectionate it calms my mind I need love Today love shined on me Let me be for real It almost blinded me With it's tallness and dark skin I don't know if I can say this He made me moist within I watched the brother walk That put a stop in my heart So much passion in your eyes I knew you'll be mine Because I need love To put a tingle in my spine Love so good it stands through the end of time Something so affectionate it calms my mind I need love Copyright © 2002 Rashidah Inge
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Discouraged by nothing, distracted by nothing. Following the road paves by you as well as people alike. Seeing the light whether its dawn, noon, or night. A way of life while awake as well as asleep. A conscious state of mind, even in your dreams.
You focus on your destination, the
objective of ones plight.
A will power so strong, by comparison... a
runaway locomotive. Interior foundations constructed by titanium faith. A process of cultivation elevating you beyond space. Generally speaking: Thy soul is the motivation. And through principle I illustrate amongst the nations, bringing forth... This grammatical demonstration a poetic manifestation definition of dedication.
Copyright © 2002 Jason G.
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Have you touched that fine object, but not appreciated what you felt? Have you inhaled that pleasant aroma, but not appreciated what you smelt? Have you looked at amazing artwork, but not appreciated what you saw? Your existence in this world; Could you make it more? Have you been cooled down by air, but not appreciated that breeze? Have you marveled at the colour of autumn, but not appreciated the trees? Have you floated in a warm beach, but not appreciated that effort of the waves? Your existence in this world; Do you appreciate your days? Have you lived a life of opportunity, but not appreciated your forefather¡¦s pain? Have you been given water when you were thirsty, but not appreciated the rain? Have you been held close by your lover, but not appreciated the melody of their heart? Your existence in this world; Do you do your part? Have you danced all night to a rhythm, but not appreciated the story in the words? Have you rushed out of bed in the morning, but not appreciated the song sung by the Birds? Have you taken a long walk, but not appreciated that you had the health to be able to? Your existence in this world; What does it mean to you? Have you promised yourself happiness tomorrow, but not appreciated all you have today? Have you been given words of wisdom from a parent, but not appreciated what they had to say? Have you been hurt from a wrong choice, but not appreciated the lesson gained from your fall? Your existence in this world; Are you living with your ALL?
Copyright © 2002 Samantha Marie Mckenzie
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Once upon a time... not so long ago... in a place and time... where
anyone could be... a butterfly... a forest... or even a ray of
light... from a star in the night and where imagination was as
real...
and the reality... was the invisible friend... that only you could
see... and would protect you... in time of need.
But there was a disturbance that could be felt... from fairy tail
poem... all the way to home... in a different reality.
This disturbance had no form... that could be known... by only one
name.
As the butterfly flew threw the smoke... and as the forest burned...
it saw a light... from the star so far away... and then imagined its
self... as a invisible friend... and protected itself... in a
different reality... all the way home...
Copyright © 2002 Tony Chavez
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There she sat as beautiful and bountiful as Africa. Both of her hands and arms stretched wide open.
In her hands were money, her future,
happiness, love and all of her time.
Envious of her they cunningly thought of
ways to oppress her.
Her tears were plenty. Her pain never
subsided, but she never lost faith. and make her feel safe.
Until that person could be found, she would
continue to strive. There she sat as beautiful and bountiful as Africa. Lonely and hurt. After years of oppression and abuse. The sound of her crying was as melodious as a song. Like the songs the Africans' slaves used to sing while working in the fields. There she sat as beautiful and bountiful as Africa.
Not knowing what to do, but knowing she
couldn't go on this way. She decided to go within.
Kneeling in a praying position, she asked
for Divine guidance. There she sat as beautiful and bountiful as Africa. Both of her hands and arms stretched wide open. She wrapped them around her slender body. She picked her pearls that had been trampled and made a beautiful necklace
for herself . . . Copyright © 2002 CHERI WONG
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SLOW RIDING
CAN U COME OVER AN PLEASE ME, POUR THE WINE IN MY GLASS, MASSAGE
BETWEEN MY THIGHS,LICKING YOUR LIPS LOOKING DOWN AT ME
UNBUTTONING MY SHIRT, SLOW DOWN PAPIE. YOUR LEGS AROUND MY WAIST
TIP OF YOUR TONGUE KISSING MY NIPPLE
I FEEL YOUR HANDS SO STRONG
TENDERLY TOUCHING MY BACK
HMM LET ME EXHALE, CAN U INHALE THIS AGIANST
THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH , LAY AN DOWN LET MY TOUGUE PLAY
ALONG THE BACK OF YOUR THIGHS,
TONGUE F@#KING YOU ALONG YOUR INNER WALLS
FACE BURIED BETWEEN THE PILLOWS, HOW DEEP CAN I GO
SLOW RIDING YOUR LEGS AROUND MY NECK,CARESSING
YOU, MOLDING YOU TO HARDNESS, STROKING U UNTIL YOU EXPLODE.
SLOW RIDING YOUR TONGUE WITH MY LIPS.
LICKING ESTACY FROM YOUR NAVEL,SLOW RIDING BETWEEN MY SHEETS.
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Fifty
Fifty…it ain’t no thang, it ain’t filthy, and
it ain’t even a four-letter word.
Fifty…it ain’t no thang, it ain’t about days,
numbers or years.
Fifty…it ain’t no thang, it’s leaving behind
all the negativity, and thanking God for a half century.
Fifty…it ain’t no thang, why worry or fret?
God ain’t finished with you yet.
Fifty…it ain’t no thang, it’s learning all of
life’s lessons and counting daily all of God’s choicest blessings.
Fifty…it ain’t no thang, it’s time to
celebrate, don’t hesitate or allow others to playa hate.
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One Tear Can Make An Ocean
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A figment of my imagination Eternally tracing the path in my mind Searching and hoping to find a time Leaving me to wonder why… as I ponder,
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Just Lost Today In Between The Lines
I’m looking up asking why How come there’s a void in my conquest called life? What have my days brought me to? Searching for this distant concept I can’t seem to grasp just yet. My reason for believing I’ll find someone to call on shoulder or arms to hold on. In my need of sadness better yet madness. Where am I going? Why can’t I see this path I’m on? very narrow and long it makes me wonder whether I’m heading on a turn in the wrong direction. Contemplating on these thoughts as they run through like a quiet chaos. Where, what am I? More like what defines me? It’s vexing my every move! How should I step over this? Where do my feet begin this trail... where does this walk end as well? Do I wake up tomorrow? Is it something that I just gotta do? Wake up? For what! It feels better in this quiet slumber. So reality can’t wait It’s so impatient it has to become a night mare interrupting my revere. So I arise from this bed not wanting to consume what life has not fed. Cause something that was said to me just stayed in my head Hungry...close to starving craving this reality impingement to be released cause it was working my last nerve! What do I do then? Get dressed in that familiar suit of aggression added to my face of disillusion. The question I pose to life is when do I get my chance? To smile and laugh to cry tears of joy and not sorrow? I want to dance that rhythm less melody every one speaks of having that internal groove that can’t nobody prove but me.
Copyright ©2002 Jeannette Nolan
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"SAME S*** JUS A DIFFERENT DAY" As I wake from my paradise I confront another battle ready as eva Now I am a day wiser I constipate the day’s task wit heart and mind If they anit wit it It doesn’t go down To find nu perspectives I change my route I hit the streets putting my mission in motion I give it breath when I speak of it I give it a body when I share it I give it life And jus like every living thing it has enemies Its enemies are my enemies To destroy our enemies we befriend them When they feel like they know a conscious king we crush them Cuz I walk these streets wit a state of mind Mental mixed wit guerrilla warfare not crime Its crazy what love will make you do Black people this is for you And before I go back to my paradise Know that everyday I pay the price Feel my sacrifice
Copyright ©2002 Kamau Jones
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My MasterHe grabs me He owns me I am his Maybe his revenge Maybe I find peace Copyright © 2002 Nia R. Glover
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Love means to except one as they are Not wanting to change them by far Letting the phantasy of that emotion led you Pleased in the utopia for the two Real love seems to be that perfect place Where body and mind no longer chase But the heart does continue to race The ideal union of affection given by God Love, me and God a tripod Paradise real; in the recesses of your mind No longer a phantasy but a recipe Uniting genetics making them refine You know that pure state? Renewing and re-invigorating that deep down love That love which makes you shake, tremble and or quiver That good fear of being close...To close for words Lasting a relatively short time? Now! that is a phantasy and a Crime I speak of a pure union I speak of a pure love I speak of A woman Woman is a phantasy? Woman is love? Woman can be your everything Woman makes my heart sing A woman is my jazz My liveliness My excitement My spirit Woman a intricate part of manhood God is an intricate part of us two What does Love mean to you?
Copyright © 2002 Whisperkwane
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Love Me Copyright © 2002
Rukiya
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Rhythm in everything that moves Rhythm in everyone that grooves Rhythm in musical compositions around the world Rhythm in a dancers soul that give them that extra swirl Finger popping ditty bopping to the beats on the street
Booty clapping while your man tapping that
ass in the sheets Synchronous rhythms enjoy the same plot That off beat rhythm is what worked the right spot We should have recorded how you took me there Was it the screaming or the pulling of hair?
Placing one foot in front of the other
you’re considered walking Just know its rhythm controlling your stride
Like a hypnotic watch swinging from side to
side Copyright ©2002 Edward Butterfield
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I NEVER THOUGHT I SEE THE DAY YOU AIN'T LISTEN MAYBE I'M JUST TO LOST TO NOTICE THE BLESSIN' IN THIS WORLD I'M MISSIN' SINCE BIRTH I'VE FLOW'D AGAINST THE RHYTHM TRIED TO UNCOVER THE HIDDEN AND GUIDE MYSELF THRU FALSE RELIGION AND FIND YOUR BENEDICTONS YOU SEE I'M SEARCHING 4 THE LIGHT MANY TIMES I PRAYED TO YOU ON CLEAR NIGHTS TRIED TO SEND OFFERINS RIGHT BUT TO HELL OR JAIL BE MY ONLY CLEAR SIGHT AND 360 DEGREES TO THE RIGHT MY NATION DRAW 2 CRESENTS AND 5 POINTS THE ESSENCE OF STREET LIFE BUT YOU KNEW THIS RIGHT? EVRYDAY IS MOVED TO YOU RIGHT? SO FAR ALL I'VE WITNESSED IS STRIFE THE CONSTANT FIGHT TO SURVIVE OFF A MIGHT IN MY EYES LOST SOULZ ARE REALLY RIGHT WE HAVE THE HEART TO ASK 4 YOUR GUIDANCE ALTHOUGH THE DEVIL IS BEHIND US AND EVERYONE UNDERMIND US OUR PLUS THEIR MINUS AND OUR STREETS CONFINE US BIND US BY OATH BY DEATH CAUSE LIFE DON'T EXIST PUT ME TO REST I TEST THE REST TO WALK WITH THE FORSAKEN AND EVERYDAY IS ABOUT CALCULATING PAPER I HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE TO MAKE IT BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT WHOSE SOUL I'M TAKING WHOSE SUN LOST THEIR WAY AND FOUND ME NOW THEIR LIFE CONSIST OF FICTION DRUG ADDICTION IN DEBT TO ME FATHER THESE STREETS IS TO A 3rd DEGREE I PRAYED 4 SO MANY YEARS AM I NOT WORHTY 4 YOU TO ANSWER ME? NO... SO I SEARH HIGH AND LOW IN THE FORBIDDEN HATE TO BRING KIDS INTO THE SYSTEM BUT MY OTHER HALF FEELS THE RHYTHM OR A CLOCK YEARN 4 THE DAY TIME STOPS BUT UNTIL THEN I PLOT TO RETURN TO SALEM AND HUSTLE THE BLOCK WHAT WE ARE CREATING IS A BIG IDEA A NEW WORLD ORDER SO WORLD PREPARE YOUR SUNZ AND DAUGHTERS 4 BUSH'S SLAUGHTER AND ANCIENT IDEOLOGY WAS IT YOU?...WAS IT ME? OR ARE WE ALL TERRORISTS OF EARTH AND BIRTH BABYLON SCRIPT TO DEPICT MISWRITTEN PROPHECY THE ARCHITECT BLESSED THIS WORLD TO CRUMBLE HIS FATAL FLAW FUMBLE IS NIGGAZ LIKE ME THOUGH MISGUIDED I'M NOT A DEMON TRYIN' TO SLANG SEMEN NOT A PIMP PLAYA BUT A SOULJAH STREET VETERAN EXPERIENCING WISDOM WHAT ELDERS HAVE GIVIN' TO ME THIS WORLD I SEE MISSIN' TO ME HARD BURNED CHARRED TO A 3rd DEGREE. Copyright ©2003 Rodney Barber
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A phenomenal woman-that’s what you see. Phenomenal because of what’s inside me. What makes me so phenomenal, you ask? I can summon the powers of those in my past. Those who endured vicious evils untold: those who were murdered, raped and sold! Those who wore chains, those with no name, those who bounced back from unspeakable shame. Those who ruled kingdoms in a faraway land. Those who built pyramids and the Sphinx by hand. Those who work miracles through prayer and song. Those who have kept an oppressed people strong. Those who are here despite every attempt to disgrace and destroy-yes, I come from them. I AM a phenomenal woman, you see. Phenomenal, simply, because all that’s in me!
Copyright © 2002 C. Highsmith-Hooks
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Close your eyes and open your ears, to
the sounds of the lost souls throughout the years. Copyright © 2002 Ruth L Andrews |
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M A D D N E S nes... consumes my happiness
even BEATS my sadness suffocates my breath and leaves me lifeless, i'm slipping and falling, i can feel my death; but what if i'm not ready, and what do i have left. so i fight, and i climb, and i stride toward divine....then i'm weak ,and i'm beat, and again this reality is my greet; from morning through the day and into the evening...this life i live, this life can't be my ending. So again i fight, and again i climb, and again I stride and I stride and I STRIDE and I hear the cries inside.... so I turn and face my GUIDE... and now I am inner-gized... and I feel ALIVE and I can fight and climb and stride with my head held high
and boasting all the while so they come
unto me with glee and OOH CHILE.... WHOM HAS BEEN WITH ME ALL THE WHILE.
Copyright © 2002
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LOVE DESIRED
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By The Hands Of The Brotha Man
Our families were ripped apart, taken from the Mother Land And suffered years of imprisonment and abuse in a foreign land Women was destroyed devastated by rape Killed their own children so they wouldn’t be enslaved Unity was evident as they sang their songs of freedom They were a people they were one A people held together by their roots and strong belief Joined from the hip from their experiences of slavery If they were destroyed it was due to the other man But not likely by the hands of the brotha man Over 1400 years later freedom has come But unfortunately my people no longer stand together as one Forgotten is the concept of brotherly love Now our oppression, abuse, and annihilation is caused by us Freedom of choosing my own colors is gone In my own hood I have worry if I’d make it home This was not a part of the great civil rights leaders’ plans For the destruction of our people and communities by the hand of the brotha man Too many have struggled for the common cause For freedom and justice for us all To sit on busses as we choose To attend our choice of schools To walk on any neighborhood streets as we please We’re moving in reverse or so it seems
Copyright © 2004 Tonya Barber
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"Excuse me", goes ghetto girl. "EXCUSE ME", yells ghetto girl. "There's a virus in my soup, wait-a. Take this shyt back and bring me another one." "Come back with another solution to my sexual revolution." S-T-D H-I-V the alphabet soup of the new millenium sexual illusions prophylactic confusion better wear dat hat 'fore da rain come down blowing away your protection victimized by erections brothas and sistas black, brown, yellow and white poison milk is coming down much to that bytch medusa's delight turn your bone ta stone make your mom an' pop groan the weight of all this pain onset of the poison rain "HIV is a scary little thing I'm so glad I've found the joy it brings." said the sweet, young beautiful project baby the one who never lived to be a lady No more brainless "thugs" stompin' around town in their "Lugz" no real direction yet, TONS of nasty infection "hey, ma... what the deal ?! my dick is brick. how YOU feel? you wanna suck? you wanna fuck?" this was the now-hardened seed of Abraham the one who really never gave a damn "suck my dick, you nasty bitch, like you suck his dick, you filthy trick..." "swallow 20,000 viruses so that all the medicines in the world can't stop your hurt infect you with my l-oooo-ve so you can spend the rest of your life looking for comfort" passing the virus brotha to sista sista to brotha mother to daughter "but, I don't wanna be careful I gotta live for the now niggraz lo-ooooove a tight ass it's all they know how" but, "niggraz" iz always ready ready to lick ready to dick stick out your tongue all coated in thrush brothaman's got the infection and spreads it to the rest of us street grime with a passion nothing but dirty-azz batz putting da love on da kitty kat of that, "Damn, she FAT!!" mentally-unstable chickenhead with the cancelled WIC check and now her time has come to give birth like "Stran-JHAY" the dawning of her misery into the clear light of her day a child born to die to reflect on life without even a try "Mooo-mmy why you cryin'?" "Mooo-mmy why you dyin'?" Is that nasty little cell killing your protection?
Is it time for your ass to get that next injection? S-T-D H-I-V the alphabet soup of the new millenium but, niggaz ain't learning niggaz iz thug they all up in your azz and ain't really trying to hug "D" & "T"... and that shorty "E" all wanna train you to be a sl-aaaa-ve to their rhythms get you high... get it in you... fuck her hard, stereotype thugnigga. fuck her deep, stereotype spicnigga. Forget about the times when the slaveowner had you fuck your mother to reproduce like cattle 3/5ths the man you once were voluntary slavery that's the REAL battle. "by the way, thugnigga..." "check it out, spicnigga..." "before, you get up an' go..." "What's your name, baby? cause I really truly wanna be your Hoe."
Copyright © 2002 Hiali Quiñonez
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"My Hometown" Is it just me, or is this how it's come to be, walking down the streets all eyes on me, white women clutching their purses afraid of me, but little ole me how can this be, or has it became this way, terrifed by an uprise, but the uprise has been surprised, by the flames in our eyes, that way of defeating, without receiving a beating, only beating is the police cheif, putting a city of indifferences on curfew, really know the cure, it is pure, but darn sure, to secure the poor, from living outdoors, unmasked robbing stores, infront of stores, panhandling for more, more than I can enjoy, to be me, to be free, to be black, in Cincinnati, but that is a mystery, to some, of how it can proceed from being the city, that had a tragedy, that was televised nationally, actually it wasn't a tragedy, it was reality, that got caught nationally.
Copyright © 2003 Jessica Peaks
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Release – the bliss on the sons of your lips… Father – bless the souls fill all their holes With Love, Peace, Compassion for the next What of yourself do you see within… The preciousness of your thoughts is divine in its form Your worries and cries, feel them, Most High… I erupt – I blow up – !! At night – the ‘death’ monster crawls to and fro Seeking me in the darkness leading me into the cold… I must free my mind – ESCAPE – the route of doubts and woe.. I CAN MAKE IT! Out of this pit of hell – This is something I just know… Strengthen the mind – Feed it the food of Eternal Force – Let Him provide for you – He died for you – came alive for you Make HIM your Source. Draw from the powerBe raised up in the darkest of your hour.. Your stronger than YOU yet can see Say so with your lips – Make it come to be… The power of the tongue stops death and carries life Put forth your words – Destroy the monster of the night.. Stop ignorance from slaughtering your mind Pour Light therein – to manifest Life within you – in due time…
Copyright © 2002 FIRE (Lisa Morris)
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I've seen the dream the same dream that Martin Luther King proclaimed that dream drives us to fight for all the things we have that dream helps us walk through another day that dream saves us from total and complete hopelessness that surrounds us every day like the night that creeps ever so quietly quieter than smoke or what you and i think but that dream also makes our lives just a little bit more unbearable that dream drives the police to keep us down to keep indians in the reservations who waste away from the inside forgotten, left behind and slowly disappearing it keeps blacks in the ghettos where it's too frightening to walk the street safely and the sounds of the gunshots drown out the promises of America it turns away the hispanics who come to look for a new start only to face poverty and adversity at the hands of a angry nation looking for someone to blame yeah i've seen the dream i've seen the dream that martin luther king talked about but for now at least that's all it is a dream.
Copyright © 2003 Micah Benally
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RUSHING TO FINISHING MY WORK SO THAT I CAN RETIRE KINDER EARLY TONIGHT GOT TO GET UP BEFORE THE CRACK OF DAWN. GEE, THE NIGHT SEEM SO LONG CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE MORNING SHOW HAVE IN STORE TODAY. DON'T GET ME WRONG I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS THIS WAY I SAW MS EMMA CHECKING OUT THE SHOW TOO. MY ALARM GOES OFF AT 4:00am JUMP OUT OF BED GOT MY CUP OF COFFEE GOT MY SEAT AND PULL UP THE SHADE, SHOW TIME! AND WE ALL THOUGHT EVERYBODY OUT THIS TIME OF MORNING IS GOING TO WORK (WRONG) AT LEASE NOT MR. JOHNSON, MAN IS HE RUNNING TO GET TO HIS CAR THIS MORNING NEVER SAW HIM MOVE SO FAST WONDER WHAT GOT HIM GOING SO THIS MORNING? UHH GOT A GOOD ONE THIS MORNING THAT LITTLE RED CAR DOWN THE STREET HAS FOUR FLAT TIRES CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHO COMES OUT TO THAT ONE. DAMN! GOT TO USE THE REST ROOM HOPE I DON'T MISS A THING LOOKS LIKE IT'S ABOUT TO GET HOT OUT THERE ON THE MORNING SHOW. BACK, OOH CHILD DIDN'T MISS A THING THERE HE GOES IN HIS SUNDAY GO TO MEET SUIT. HE'S HOTTER THAN A FIRE CRACKER ON THE 4 th JULY. AS HE LOOKS AROUND TO SEE IF ANYONE IS WATCHING BUT EVERYONE IS TO CLAVER TO LET ANYONE SEE THEM AFTER ALL THIS IS A RITUAL IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. JUST LAST WEEK MRS GREEN, DOWN THE STREET CAUGHT MR GREEN LEAVING MS ELLIE'S HOUSE. MS ELLIE IS FAMILAR WITH ALL THE MEN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. SHE'S WHAT MY MOTHER SAYS FULL OF LIFE. SHE SPEAKS TO EVERY BODY SHE IS SO PRETTY AND NICE. ONE DAY I SAID I WANTED TO BE JUST LIKE HER AND MY MOTHER GAVE ME SUCH A LECTURE THAT I'LL NEVER FORGET. GIRL YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR TONGUE. I DIDN'T KNOW WHY AT THE TIME. SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DON'T BE SO NOSEY. THAT RED CAR, HERE COMES THE OWNER NEVER SAW HER ON THE BLOCK BEFORE WONDER WHO SHE CAME TO SEE, WELL SHE WON'T BE GOING ANYWHERE TO FAST AFTER ALL SHE HAS 4 BAD TIRES.
SUN IS COMING UP THE STREET CLEANERS ARE
OUT BETTER GET THE GARBAGE OUT BEFORE THE GARBAGEMAN COMES. NOW THAT'S
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Let us travel To the depths of my Gorgeous To the land where the grass grows wild And the stream is always flowing To the deep cottony place With it's secure warmth That drives men insane Where time stops for some Yet begins for others And begins for me Let us travel To the depths of my Gorgeous Where the fertile land Of ancient tribes Not yet created But soon to come Are impatient Waxing and waiting for her seeds to be nourished And cared for And groomed by the land By the sweetness of my Gorgeous To kiss my Gorgeous Is to taste the nectar of innocence It is to put feeling to the pink lips of new life So, let us travel back to our beginning To the depths of my Gorgeous And define ourselves there I am who I am And you are here Because of Her deep winding paths Hidden and buried from them Unsuspecting Unknowing Undeserving And yet We are here In the days of Her childhood While She was still a small bud Growing into womanhood Into rich pinks, and creams, and reds That is so luscious to the taste And adored by the masses as the delicacy that it is It's sweetness escapes and welcomes you home Like the rich aroma of supper at night It forces you to open your eyes to a new day
Like the curious aroma of melon and
honeysuckle in the morning
Copyright © 2003 Tamika Jackson
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This is a story about Can VS Can't, Can't had no dreams and procrastination was his fait Can had aspirations and lets his words speak through his actions that's why Can't be always asking, Why is life so hard it's almost destine I won't succeed, Can looked him in the eye and said you are what you believe, Can believes he can do anything he puts his mind to so he tells Can't again can't no one stop you but you. But Can't never fails to mention he's in a city that always rains while can is trying to tell him you only hurt when you choose the pain, when you fall out of alignment from your path that's preordained and what you wish to see different in life you must simply be the change, but see Can't, can't do this and Can't, can't do that It's obvious that Can't didn't interrogate his doubts until they were none existent, when talking about what he couldn't do was the only time he was persistent, he never looked inside himself to see the gifts that lied within to water his seeds of greatness passed down through roots of ken Can turned to Can't and said I used to be just like you until I realized there are no impossible dreams just our limited perception of what we think is possible, Can't started to get the picture and said I don't want to be this way so to connect mind body and soul he got on his knees to pray, asking the lord question to see what he had in store, He said what if opportunity doesn't knock, the lord said build a door, he said well I've been this way so long I don't think that I can change, the lord said well remain the same, until the pain of remaining the same becomes greater then the pain of change, better yet turn to Philippians 4:13 and tell me what you see, lets see it says I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, hold up.... I can do all thing through Christ who strengthens me? Yeah.......... I......... can............. Do........all........... things........... through.......... Christ,........... who............ strengthens.............. me,............ I CAN! and that is how can't became can, can became this man
Copyright © 2002 Terrell Taylor
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Its inevitable that I must inhale after I exhale and im compelled to battle in my mentalz against fact and fiction and its also more than likely that scientist theories are really opinions in which we camouflage and blend in like chameleons cause if its real can u tell me why it is they say that 2 forces of matter cant occupy the same space when i can feel love at the same time as hate maybe im dreamin and or am i really awake hiding myself from my own fate I mean ive seen things in my sleep or so i think i was sleep but yet and still when i think about these visions i weep damn is that reality or have i lost all sanity maybe ive been side tracked ive gotten my 12yrs plus street smarts so its not education i lack Im living in the last days when the so called war on america is a open handed slap we as black people have always been attacked and we stand with each other against all odds where no ones got our backs i am u and this is all we eva had and yall know outcazt made the first prediction when they did that joint bombs ova baghdad its sad when we the richest nation takin oil from iraq I passed a beggar last night on the street sleepin on a plastic mat how am i suppose to react when i myself could go from public housin to corner shack and when u see me u see this chic thats all her own runnin shit cause i know how to act i neva had a lesson but ive had a blessin or 2 and i know what u give out like karma will all come back on you basically the blind can see that we all doomed hell if its a choice between happiness in death and hell on earth which would u choose ?
Copyright © 2003 Felecia A. Harry aka Felicious2u
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Mama Why Do They Call Me Nigger?
Mama why do they call me nigger? Mama why do they call me nigger? Mama why do they call me nigger? Copyright © 2003 Damien Ford
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In the evening then her slender figure in that long black gown, her fair plait glimmering, her trumpet pressed against her breast, her belly breathing and her baby blues promising. Copyright © 2003 Timothy McNeal
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Coincidently we walked in the same room of this atmospheric blues Playing roles to the tunes Fate has given us to play You are the teacher and I the student of your futuristic views Hoping to honor your words in the time of my wisdom passing days Once believing that I memorized all the lessons in life to be told But that was just another lesson in life To be told, proving to me that it’s never too late to mold Never too far to reach, never too dark to shed light So much that I bathe in and upon your light to be tanned To show to others that light walks with me So much that I am reconstructed in to becoming a real man To show to others that knowledge is the key And I am the new bearer of infinite paths and decisions to choose And at the same time I became the master instrument of this atmospheric blues Playing tunes for the masses so they might understand they too have decisions to choose Giving thanks to my teacher’s teacher for his futuristic views Coincidently my teacher leaves the room and a new student arrives Playing her role to the tunes Fate has given her to play My duty to my position is to make an impression on her life Hoping she will honor my words in the time of her wisdom passing days
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A LETTER FROM THE klan
Thank you for helping
our cause, Copyright © 2003 Jumaane
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SISTER, SISTER, DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU ARE A HAND SELECTED, PREDESTINED, PRECIOUS FLOWER, A QUEEN APPOINTED BY THE KING NAMED JESUS CHRIST. YOU ARE UNIQUELY MADE AND THERE IS ONLY ONE OF YOU. BEAUTIFUL IS WHAT I SAY, WHEN YOU STAND IN MY VIEW. I LOVE YOUR EYES, MESMERIZING, THEY ARE IN DEED, YOUR LIPS ARE PERFECTLY SHAPED, THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL TO ME. AND I LOVE YOU NATURAL HAIR: JET BLACK, BRUNNET, RED OR BLONDE. AND I ALSO LOVE THE LENGTH, WHETHER IT’S SHORT, MEDIUM OR LONG. A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN IS ALL I EVER SEE, EVEN WHEN I THINK OUR TRYING TO HIDE YOURSELVE FROM ME. WITH COVERGIRL, MAYBELLINE, MAXFACTOR, OR CLINIQUE. I TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE HIDDING YOU RADIANT SKIN THAT GOD HAS BESTOWED. BECAUSSE THERE ARE NO COSMETICS THAT COULD MAKE YOU MORE ATTRACTIVE OR OUT DO GOD’S NATURAL GLOW. I KNOW YOU LIKE TO FEEL PRETTY, BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU’VE BEEN TO ME. DON’T LET THE WORLD DICTATE WHAT PRETTY SHOULD BE. BECAUSE BEAUTY HAS ALWAYS BEEN IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER, REMEMBER THIS. PLEASE. REMEMBER THAT FEMALE THAT YOU THOUGHT WAS UGLY.BUT SHE GOT ONE OF THE MOST HANDSOMEST GUYS AND YOU WONDERED WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIS EYES? BECAUSE ACCORDING TO THE WORLD’S STANDARD’S IT WAS NOTHING ABOUT HER PRETTY ON THE OUTSIDE. BUT, SHE GOT HIM BECAUSE SHE LET HER INNER BEAUTY AND MIND CAPTURE HIS HEART, AND SHE LEARNED WHAT TRUE BEAUTY WAS. SO, SHE LOVED HERSELF FROM THE VERY START.
COPYRIGHT © 2003 CATHLEEN L. NANCE
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This day’s journey has taken its toll. This day’s journey weighs heavy on my soul. People’s pain and troubles pushed in my face made to seem like it’s my place to carry there burdens on my plate. This day’s journey has taken its toll. This day’s journey weighs heavy on my soul. Anger & pain try to cling to my soul. People’s attitude try to take hold Root seed of negativity in my soul. This day’s journey has taken its toll. This day’s journey weighs heavy on my soul. But the blood of Jesus washes me clean from all things seen and unseen. This day’s journey tried to taken its toll. This day’s journey weighed heavy on my soul. But the blood of Jesus washes me clean and makes me hole. So this worlds burdens no longer cling to my soul. This day’s journey tried to taken its toll. This day’s journey weighed heavy on my soul.
Copyright © 2003 Norvell Molex Jr.
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Your love tortures my soul your love has me under control but I'm tired of loving you tired of loosing my soul tired of being under control of man I am beginning to understand there is a better plan for my life without man without lies without pain without shame without your ruthless game I am beginning to know myself getting to know my real name Woman who brings truth not lies who brings joy not pain who brings honor not shame no connections to a ruthless game but a woman becoming to know her name
Copyright © 2003 Jannette Franklin
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The feeling of relaxation washes over my body with your mere presence. My soul is instantly calmed, soothed and transported into tranquility. You smile is peaceful. Your eyes pacify me. To hear your voice and witness your walk is like the wind blowing through a forest of tall trees at night; commanding, yet serene, strong, yet placid. You take charge with composure; this calms my soul. Usually in chaos, my soul is sedated. The momentous become small and insignificant. The seemingly substantial transformed to trifling. What becomes consequential when we share space is; the fact that we ARE sharing space. Serene, undisturbed, subdued space, space where my soul is calmed.
Copyright © 2003 Kimberly Buchanan
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Hypnotized by the way she moves
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Beauty runs deep. There's more to a lady that just a pretty face. I feel that true beauty comes from within. The quality of beauty creates diversions in my mind. It all begins with confidence. Any woman of color is beautiful to me. It's an essence. Intelligence is an element of being beautiful. Personality makes you who you are as a person. But, classiness can define you as elegant. Beauty and feminine grace is written in a woman's walk. Each dainty step flows like epic poetry. And I want to write down every word, if only to capture your essence for a moment. It's in her posture and in her stance. There is no greater compliment to beauty. To me inner beauty is captivating. A lady is a perfectly wonderful creature, made by god. I recognize the real meaning of beauty. Your distinctive style varies from day to day. To be beautiful is to let the soul become visible. Beauty expresses itself differently in every woman. The way you carry yourself with dignity is beautiful. Your mind is another part of you. Each pair of eyes are like gemstones. The beauty of a woman signifies artistry. When you come in contact with a man never let him bring you down by giving
you low self
esteem and saying to you that you aren't
beautiful. about how you see yourself.
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Perdida en tu Mirada Copyright © 2003 Maria Guzman
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We are: A traveled breed. A Caribbean breeze. An enslaved kind. Housekeeper. Field hand. Sharecropper. Struck, but prayed for the abuser. A freed seed.
We: Broke our backs. Twisted our fingers. Still fed our spirits. Praised loud enough for him to hear it. Planted out roots.
We are: Dark, medium, light. Young and old. Not forgotten. Tall and short. Fat. Slim. And we spread our leaves.
We are: Hardworking – multiple jobs, double shifts. Devoted Christians. Devout men. Loyal women. Rolling stones. Some missin’ … yet still listenin’. Addicts. Alcoholics. Creative minds. Fast men. Fast women. Abandoned children. Loving parents. Abusers. Half blood … still blood. And we branched out.
We: Is all of us. Is us all. All within me.
My family
tree.
Copyright © 2004 William Life
Brown
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This is a poem about my
mother:
My world is spinning
I thought I knew it all
I feel like my life was a lie
I know at some point you loved me
I’m sorry for all the pain you endured
I admit I wish things were different
I don’t want to believe
I wanted you to crave me, Mom
Dad said you needed me
Dad said you needed me Copyright © 2004
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The poet writes about it... The actor imitates it... The manipulator mimics it... The philosopher consumes his/her mind with it... The musician experiences it... the sculptor freezes it... The theologian studies it... The atheist indirectly acknowledges it... The body of embodies it... The senses sense it... Masculinity/femininity represent it... The elements unveil it... Time shapes it... Process/cycles preaches it... Coincidence reasons it... Uncertainty surrounds it... Simplicity exemplifies it... Feelings express it... The leader follows it... Realist celebrate it... Symbolist praise it... The life of living gives purpose to it... What is this "it" that can be seen but cannot be seen? That can be heard but cannot be identified? That can be felt but cannot be touched? That is unknown but can be named? I have no idea but I know that "it" is present: Watching, waiting, speaking and listening at all times...
Copyright © 2004 Kevin
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Mistaken beliefs of something so sure
May often be impure
To think that life is true and kind
Could eventually ruin the mind
And to be crushed with venomous passion
Happens more than on occasion
“Fake” it is the way of this wicked world
With deception disguised as a pearl
The wrath of insecurity and pain
Convicts the heart to be insane
Why does life show such unkind ways
Delivering such clouds to beautiful days
“It’s not worth it” is the inevitable solution
To open blind eyes to the pollution
The fantasies of nirvana fade away
Life’s pitiful reality, one might say
Wise is the one that refuses the foe
To absorb His blessings in order to grow
Cavalier and naïve are unwise to cherish
For these are why so many perish
Common and violated is the way of today
Pity for those who do not obey
Great is the one whose wickedness has flown
Pure in spirit, never to be alone
Copyright © 2004 Derrick Morse
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Black BeautyBeauty so evidentEven Stevie can see it. So I Wonder and I ponder Upon winter’s summers’ breeze. Could you possibly be, my Afro- ditiy? Goddess of Love, My Miss Almighty Touch me I ready to feel your embrace Rest your nappy upon my face, And let’s trade life stories. Look at cha! Standing tall and proud when you walk. Intelligent conversation when you talk. God fearing with those child bearing hips. Not belligerent, nor ignorant. Just more modest; That’s you Nubian Goddess. Help change me from contemplating on whose the hardest, To worshiping wisdom like a goddess; that’s you Nubian Queen. You’re a glorified spirit, Heavenly essence you can say. Seldom see ya twist caps or bust ’em, Turkeys you be can stuff ‘em. The hottest thing in the kitchen; that’s you Princess of the Nile. Not wild, but your heart overflows. With uncontrollable kisses, You chose live a better lifestyle So I respect the fact you waitin’ to be the Mrs. Full of Purpose, never feelin’ worthless. More supportin’ than the bra you wear, Always praying for the healthiness of the children you may one day bear. May God Bless You
Black Women. Copyright © 2004
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Silent whispers between us Copyright © 2003 Keisha J. Moore |
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First let me start from the back of your ears… kissing you there …. you telling me right there… Then I slide my lips slowly to the back of your neck…. Letting you know that I’m taking you step by step….. Turn you around it’s just me staring at your back… Your shoulders are calling my lips to attack.. Kissing you on the sides of your breast.. Your waistline is waiting for my kiss to caress.. Going around to the arch of your back…. My kissing is working by the way you react…. So I continue on slowly I want to make this here last…here is where my lips take a pause, and my tongue….. slides down the crevice of your ass… I wont keep it there, for that pleasure’s to great… Forgive me for the moment but there’s more pleasure to create… I part your legs slowly so my tongue can no longer reside… I see where I want to go…to the middle of your chocolate thighs…. I bet you’ve never felt lips on your inner calf’s so let me show you…. what others have lacked Taking my time that’s what I’ve chose… From the top of your body to the bottom of your toes… And just think ,what I will do… when I
turn you around…….Going step by step. Copyright © 2004
Dirk Dejoine |
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Can we take a walk together A walk with our souls A walk with no words but amidst the sweetest conversation that we’ve ever had Can we take a walk together A walk that will take us from this reality to eternity and on to infinity A walk with endless possibilities In your forever I find my future free from fear Free from the fear of having to walk through this life alone Can we take a walk together A walk that leads to the outermost parts of our minds Guided by a love that is endless like time In your smile I find the sun In your movements I find the moon In your eyes I find heaven And a peace that consumes me As you lead me to a place called paradise Can we take a walk together I will follow as you lead me into new dimensions As I experience the joy of life and we discover the things not yet seen Our wants, our needs, our hopes, our dreams I have reached a new summit of happiness as I am content to be in your presence
As we walk together Copyright ©
2003 Gia K. Andrews |
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Death's Angel |
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The world is like, Fast cars and fast flights, Fast girls who burn their curls for the fast world, Fast lives, fast cash for fast rides, only the fast survive when those fast bullets fly, I got to keep a fast mind in these fast times, spitten fast ryhmes about the worlds fast crimes, fast buildings built sky high that fall faster than they rise, bringing fast deaths with fast last breaths, fast diets to lose weight from this fast food, fast chemicals that make you die fast too, fast popo wit fast guns, that pullem out fast to shoot the black and young sons, That grow up faster than themselves trying to get that fast wealth, to feed their own dieing fast in bad health, I've got to slow the pace down before I die fast myself, the
world is like a fast pace rat race in hell.
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Abioseh Cole |
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we created this? we created this? we created this? often excruciating pain sometimes miraculous bliss an abyss of destined determined occurrence through prayers ?n thoughts fervent revolution begins ?n the mind maximize your time resolve the lie e - v - o - l -v - e 2 find it?s U ? that U must get behind it?s all a thought process i regress as i digest confession through my spirit angle it ?n sphere it 2 your particular spiritual ear awakening the quakening waiting - inside your soul prophetic truth 2 b 4told anticipating 2 explode its intention intervention from my physical being n2 your realm of life
we created this? we created this? we created this? subliminal mental images my vision is sent through thought substantiation no negation of that through which we?re nurtured explore to further seek the truth it is said when a soul departs fleshly existence sprit is weary of thriving ?n a conniving society void of pure ?n ?N-finite balance thus the challenge initiates a soul questioning search is there another earth is there a new re-birth we seek fulfillment through the urge 2 surge enlightened energy synergy screams 2 breathe hence we create a new road hence we create a new mode realize you?re chapter one million ?n ten of the worthiest story ever told yet we?re blindly promoting regression through ignorance of soul created expression of that which is purposed and matters 2 focused on corporate ladders serv?n R children up 2 the government we?re aliens on pre-planned platters while america?s wallet keeps gettin richer ?n fatter ? n we keep pretendin it?s all OKKKKKKKKKKKKK are U understandin? this game that WE alone R 2 blame 4 this pain transcending redundantly throughout time through a millenium of thought lives we?ve been bought oh no STOP this defintely ain?t no jack ?n jill rhyme rather a plea to stifle your time pleeeeez reflect lest U forget ignore the soul ?n you?ll be back again my friend it?s time for a revolution spirit to word solution calls the soul come home come home
we created this? we created this? we created this? twin ?n singular souls glide n2 temporal existence persistent 2 carry out disappointment from past lives yet destiny is breathed ?n broken through spiritual umbilical cords discord cannot be escaped rather embraced as a life lesson missed from yester-century?s digestion ?n i reach back 2 invisible extended hands envisioned only through 3-dimensional thought glasses derived from soul perplexities and so I grieve for we can only truly C ?n silence lonliness becomes R best friend as we suspend R own egotistical thoughts though self-rewarding ?n pleasure storming inside of us only then can we understand this planet granted we are here - to serve lack of truth of self results in pure unadulterated profanity who what when why destined U destined me 2 b so its time 2 seek answers resolution its time 4 a revolution ? y?all an eclipse of truth uttered through ancestral voices structured into R molecular being it?s calling us now destiny only then can we c cause WE CREATED THIS. WE CREATED THIS. WE CREATED THIS.
revolution
Copyright © 2004 Ambokile
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“Cancer Answer (Parables)” Part 1
I have the answer to cancer, but you won't listen to my answer You gave me a Basketball and told me that I can play, And if I drop my education right now, I can make Big money in the NBA Then you heard that I can sing and wanted me to build my career on that fact, But why try to get me to sell my Soul,for the price of a Music ContractNext, you gave me a rock and told me to turn it into a pet, But your Uncle Sam showed me how to turn that rock into a profit, Now my neighborhood is full of drugs, and you won't help me stop it Now, after all those things just mentioned, you finally gain our full attention, You are trying to Condition people to be Out of Control and Consumed with Hate, So those Tumors of Hate, can easily turn into Cancer But this New Black generation We won’t take your cancer for an answer This new generation went back and found our correct information, This helped us build up an Antidote, against your Cancerous Inflation We confess, we never needed your approval to perform in Sports, Music, Dancing or Acting, Cause we were born Superior, not inferior in those fields And we were also born Superior in the fields of Science, Math, Medicine, and Philosophy, But your Intellect Jealousy, Now has those four subjects sealed and “No Scouts Go Out” to recruit in those fields.
Copyright © 2004 Chanell Taylor
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You didn’t have to wake up this morning But still you got out of bed Did you thank God for your eyes opening Or did you complain instead Did you notice that you still have workable arms and legs Listen as your healthy lungs breathe in the air Acknowledge those who do love you Recognize that life is sometimes fair So you didn’t ace the test Your love life is a mess Your so-call friends have let you down Shed sorrow tears when no one is around But HE only gives what HE knows you can stand HE made you a survivor Struggles give you strength Remember you are one of his children The storm is almost over now One day the pain will be less
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until then know that you are truly blessed Copyright
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my lips, so soft, so calming to any soul they touch my lips are as soft as any pillow, like clouds to the touch they can caress your skin, sooth your heart and comfort your bodies most intimate spots my lips have the power to give you a special luxury to call your own they are as full as a pure African queen more rewarding than any stereotype and as delicate as any rose petal my lips define me give me feature sets my character and gives me the joy of being all the WOMEN i am and more.................
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Spoken lyrics with no sound Sweet silence and golden peace Awakening to the brightest touch Shattering emotion seen by your eyes A soul of the roughest stone Beauty only heard as untrue passion Forsaken tales of love Untamed happiness of blind dreams Crying desire to be taken captive By the smooth breeze of infatuation Longing to slip into your spirit And become one with the unknown.
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Marnita "HypithetikalVysionz"
Wiggins |
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THIS MASTERPIECE
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And here I am In that old familiar place on the inside. Standing on the face of a new world on the outside. It all made sense then. What I was doing Why I was going Where I was headed When would I let it Be? Things don’t change over night (true) it takes time. No clue To you My mind Feels blind Our dawns to dusks lulled then brought the same songs.
What’s right is right, but sometimes…. what’s right is what is wrong! I quit because of you! I left because of you! I cried I tired I died You lied We say there is strength in numbers but even you weren’t by my side. So I found strength in this number 12/24/75. The ultimate power is in them that stand alone. Perfected in those willing to journey on their own. I can’t analyze reasons anymore. You were my winter season and now you are no more. Now I sit on the forehead of the motherland. Where my people dwell…the core of who I am. Strength Honor Passion Drive Thanks for the lift! Soup_75
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Antquin
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I had been sitting alone with in a rooms full of lies
Till doubt set in and engulfed my mind
I heard yelling in the distance and felt gloom in hearts around me
In the dark, prophetic animals told of the coming
Shaved sheep, visionary of the new world order
you lift your paws and hooves
the earth is your playground
god’s wrath in innocent clothing
Cats and my dogs laugh at your arrival
those that hear you don’t understand you
walk through your personal fears
I touched a vision with no hands
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Issac Morrison |
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We destroy ourself by attacking our own race. Use duragity to insult, attack and disgrace smile at each other with that face happy face. we use the "F" word a lot and point the finger at you. We act tough with our hommies and soft with the cops ignorant with ourselves too ashame to even listen. Trying to be somebody else acting funny but not. Why do we hate the person inside treat it like trash the worst thing God create, and sometimes our parents dont make it easy at times. choosing friends that are full of it with trouble around then we fight and break up and betrial is you. Having nothing good to say when we see a brother in a tie or a suit. Your own race hold you back cause the world hold them two. They say knowledge is our own power and the only thing we have expression is taught you think, think, but you thought. Dont even try to assume cause you're in this two deep. At the end of the day you have no one to blame so dont even try to point fingers cause it's all about you.
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Chevaughn Jones |
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talkin about how blacks and white should come together not makin it last for one day but makin it last forever marchin from montgomery to washington d.c back in the days it ws a sight to see a young black man standin for his rights to stop the violence between blacks and whites now many people didnt like what he said talkin about peace and now he's deceased the greatest man alive and this is true he made things possible for me and you he knew we wasn't gonna be slaves forever so brothers and sisters lets all stick together
Copyright 2004
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Tawnyieka
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Blessed is the Night time sky. When I Lay back and close my eyes And I Don my disguise Then I Enter a world of Past lives Where I Can hide from Prying eyes and spies Lies and Alibis And I Step in the name of love. With another partner, To another tune Where I can hear Cats sing like hearing Nat King Croon Where I can hear Billie hit a soft note. Where there is Poetry in motion. Where there is Po-A-Tree-in-motion. Where there is POETRYINMOTION!!! And remain focused on The madam of the night. The mistress of Bliss. Where I can Reminisce on a kiss or perhaps Day dream about the Taste of her lips and shit. Where my Mind can take flight Like an Owl in the night. Where everything I envision Is alright. Where everything I envision I write. But as time rolls Just as sure as My crop grows The cock crows At five thirty. Early. Then it's Back to life Back to reality. Back to actuality. Back to square biz. Back to Damon and Tisha You know, My wife and kids. Back to where my Heart lives. But with a Twinkle in my eye, I Say blessed is the Night time sky When I Lay back and close my eyes And I Dream.
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Gilbert Mincey |
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We continue to solicit ourselves for jobs To work for white businesses So that we may provide black faces To attract more black dollars To white markets in black communities While the fruits of our labor Continue to be siphoned As we struggle to find unity And when we do get a little change We get bouge and move out to the booney's To live in the emerald city That was built with black diamonds And the interest of white banks Because we have surrendered our resources To companies like Kellogg’s, Del Monte, Borden’s, Procter & Gamble This is your mind on oppression watch a black mans thoughts scramble Never seeing the black truth Of black voters Behind Federal bars unable to affect the white house That perpetuates white lies Amongst the 50 stars In under funded school systems And over crowded prison systems Using token gangsta rappers To promote infidelity with black women Glorifying the drug hustle Making money for the record labels And privately owned prison systems Wearing throwback jerseys Of old school black athletes That continues to play for white overseers As black families continue to collapse I wish I could throw the remains of your brain Back to the black panthers of the sixties Stand in front of Dr King And let the snipers bullet hit me Lay in the streets and watch As the police officers German shepherd bit me March through the confederate states And instead of freedom fighters dying Let the klu klux klan get me Because we refuse to exercise Our freedom of speech our right to vote And the ability to reinvest into our communities Many people have died for our civil rights Hopefully not in vain And the absolute least we can do Is to build, empower and maintain A Black Market in the black communities With black products, recycling black dollars and black power So that we can continue to exercise the sacrifices made for us.
Copyright 2004 © Patrick "PJ" Davis, Starving Poets, Inc.
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Searchin for love
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