Angela Brown Poems

How come loving you is so right
But it feels so wrong
If loving you is all I got
With you, my heart belongs, yeah
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Brown skin you are beautiful in every way
With the way you carry yourself
Your perfect in every way
Brown skin your color is more precious
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Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly
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I hear the sound of wind
Beating against my window pane
I hear ghosts gathering
In the misty dawn till sunrise
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Happiness is postulate time
Of chimes and wind blowers
Compressed vibrations
Of clashing sounds
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Every day I find myself trapped into a daily routine;
Time is beside its real, a dissident passage of
Oppression; contemplating the importance of matter;
Decision of hard work and discipline.
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A youthful spirit retracts,
A reflection of sun light piercing
Through cast shadows of death.
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When I fell in love, you were the one.
I was your crescendo, a metaphor for love.
I was a young thang, an innocent virgin.
I admired you from afar and fell in love at first sight.
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The winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.
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I asked for Strength………
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom………
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