the beggeri am numb herethe begger
behind empty eyez bloody cotton balls line my home needles seek relief addiction that I feed
beggin for more money to feed this hunger for fire running inside my blood fix me
give me that last fix just one more could save me i am heavy eyez empty looking for relief from the cold some food to eat
but still I starve no coins for me because I crave more
crawling in the streets scraping the concrete for pennies rattling in my cup I am so numb I can barely be called human.
institutionally blinded>>>do i chase you or do i chase your white skin rigid expectations when loving him do i see how I will never be your model do i not believe in the ability to educate you the complexities of a system it took me, as a brown woman, years to understand ur a protected boy... could you ever comprehend?? institutional racism lessons in between Guitar Hero.institutionally blinded
you never see me and i never see him. we can't, or we wont understand.
racism is hidden in language people dont as much just come out and say it people express racism through favorites and then non favorites are
Nightly cyclesI'm thinking of ways to weather down this situation.Nightly cycles
It has been on going for awhile now.
and Now it's come forth to my attention.
I am wide awake while the stars fly pass in the sky,
hiding from me sometimes
because I prey upon them.
Each star to her own,
my force might'em explode.
I am exposed here.
All ribs to be seen.
All internal organs left out to rot.
All blood draining out of flesh. I can't move.
I'm stuck on a nightly cycle.
I am an owl watching the world quiet and breathe.
Watching the lively folk turn in their
I speak best thru my fingersI speak best through my fingers.I speak best thru my fingers
My words find a louder voice on paper
mostly elegant and mature,
wise beyond their years My words skip inside my brain in billions
like a flock of birds.
Jus pick and chose I'll give you the stories and their words.
I get twisted tongues when I try to verbalize those letters,
each thought deep in sense and feeling;
too much to hang in the air,
heavy enough only for paper.
Sometimes poetry speaks volumes when its soft, made real.
Seen along the walls.
those words travelling across entire continents to find more
| Hopes at my feet. Don't you see them? |
Baby, i'm bad news...
Longing
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Why is she spinning her web...
"What are your thoughts?" -Mike
"Killing. Lots of violence." -Me
"I meant about the picture..." -Mike
"....oh. It's wicked." -Me
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