Short poem #1
One thousand kisses
Heartbreak wishes Sweet sensations A lovers embrace For just a spell Not a long lasting Saving grace… InspirationI’m in need of inspiration
Because my brain is having an overload of information Too many thoughts, too many worlds Too much to respond to Too many messages to send and receive Too many photos to comment on Too many pages to like Too many tweets I’m sorry twitter is over capacity Tumblr has stopped working Facebook cannot reload Instagram could not refresh Error 404: Page Not found Living in a world where you’re online Identity and accessibility means almost More than you’re in person interactions Cause really in person is not the same person You pretend to be behind the screen In person you lack personality Who are we really? Following trends Hiding inside numbers, colors and lines Failing to be individuals Doing whatever is expected all the time I am a lover of all times Especially classic eras where people were unafraid to speak up But I won’t be so bold as if to say Those days are long gone Good music and good people still exists One just has to search through the rubble to find what’s real Exempting the popular music that degrades my sistahs And finds our worth to be no more needed besides in the bedroom I will not settle for less I am a woman, a queen, giver of birth Life is something we all too often take for granted Freedom is something we use as a crutch Free doom is what we’ve got Pill poppin Liquor sippin Smoke blowing Foot too hard on the gas I’ve/ we’ve forgotten our past All for a smash All for a crash Down, Down, Down A never ending cycle of unconsciousness So when I post this I hope you like it And leave a comment so that I might have some further Inspiration |
The Good Ol DaysLets go back to the days when times were simple.
Double Dutch & HopSkotch Songs about Candy Girl and Mrs. Mary Mack Eating Watermelon on an old wooden porch seeing who can spit the seeds the futherest Playing with dolls and Making Mud Pies Lets Return Back to the days when life was too fun to nap When “All That” was the show and Angelica was the worst Villian around When Basketball Players shared Lay ups with BUgs BUnny and learning all of our times tables was our biggest fret…. To Black GirlsBlack Girls
Be Unafraid to be completely who you are Wear your hair wild and free speak words of consciousness sing out loud speak the truth Yell to the top of your lungs so you know they hear you wear your ornaments of not just gold and silver but handmande too of yarn and twine of found things make something out of things left behind dress how you feel mix hues of reds and blues burn down images of stars and stripes and stereotypes chant the chours of one love teach them to emancipate themselves from mental slavery sing along you know the words don’t just speak them believe them be them be the force the voice of the people the prophet that cannot be shot down stand strong let your wings fly to the rhythm of your soul pierce your skin ink your bodies stand for something be down for the cause tune in but do not cop out the revolution will not be televised it will be live but only if you are wise enough to notice black girls open your mind pay attention spread your wings and be free |
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