You bought my friendship with material items.
You filled my home with clutter.
Your gestures were nice at first.
Then I saw you had no heart.
You were using these items to tempt and control me.
I hate, oh I hate
making things such as this.
Where the goal is to put myself in a box.
Under some artistic lenses,
I must then pretend that the image itself
doesn’t make me sick.
I’ll say it ...
He still doesn't know I love him..
he doesn't know I still think about the day we met
he doesn't know i made a promise to myself
never to love him like i did before. well it's safe to say i broke my p...
What do you feel when you touch her hands?
nothing I answered, physically I have never felt them,
Because when I touch her I don’t feel her hands,
I feel her beyond her thoughts, I feel her essence, h...
Dear black rap artist's of the game yes you the ones who sold your souls to inherit the fortune and fame
You the ones whose lyrics are so toxic that it injects poison into my people's brain as you con...
hi, I’m a whore
but no, sex will never boost my self esteem
as I constantly slope deeper into depression
just because you think its my profession
to have a boy in my face having to look at his express...
You say you're a fighter,
Never to back down.
You say you're the alpha male,
Standing above all.
You say you're Superman,
Fearless and indestructible. Well you should know,
I'm a fighter too
18 years later,
you try again.
You come back in my life,
Trying to make amends.
With one simple sweep,
I let you in.
Though I know in my heart,
That You’ll leave again.
You gave me life,
But you leave...
No, you cannot touch my hair,
No, you cannot stare,
I am not an animal in a zoo, But I’m often mistaken as one by you
Mistaken as that loud, sassy, nappy haired black girl over there,
Be quiet, straig...
A dance of pink flamingo on a rope.
Daw solving a math problem,
Rabbit reading metaphysical books,
Mouse boiling exquisite dishes,
Butterfly painting on canvas,
Giraffe walking the catwa...
Consciousness and logic swim through the endless void,
disconnected through disjointed synapses and chemical imbalances.
The record plays, but the song skips a few notes.
I want to be a rock singer...
Some days I just bleed how I feel with music. Unable to voice my thoughts, the vocals and lyrics battle the voice or fog that resides in my head for the day. There is a deep connection with music that...
From the night in her skin to kink of her hair
The sun in her smile to the stars in those eyes
I know that Melanin is beautiful
The beauty that glows through her
blood like magic
Her melanin drips lik...
You point at us and laugh
and say that we’re trash
while you make cash from the blood of our sons,
wash the stains from your hands, and sweep up the ash.
The factory-workin’ mother labors from sun-up ...
Unravel your discord of frustration which was meant for our cordial fruition. This has now been vexed a-side, b-side the sea side, inside a hollow shell of truthful slander and a damnation that is to ...
It’s not quiet.
Not a pitter-patter of summer raindrops on gossamer rooftops. It is not shy.
It is a raging fire than burns through oppressive cloths that marks its territory with crimson cou...
Let's go in time
To when you galloped on shooting stars
Over open flame
As I was choking on the fullness of your breath
Because I was starving on the paragraphs swallowed
Taking stance like soldiers u...
The people that lead us, the people that teach us, have no clue either.
They tell us yes, they tell us no, but what the fuck do they show?
We are lured into their power, brought up with ...