I have many friends
But only a few are true
I have friends that I only say hi and bye to
...
Is it bad to want to be
Labeled something other than a black person?
I remember King speaking,
...
Traveling from a little river to an ocean
tapping back into the forbidden waters that you vowed not to intersect
Drowning yourself in the beauty of the ocean,
...
Compassion, respect, and love
are so hard to find
within a world where anything goes
and where it is possible
...
As an African American girl
I look up to the sky,
not knowing a particular color
but watching the expanded rectangle
...
Sitting there at the desk
Terrified
Of an evil woman
With a posture as stiff as a brick wall
...
Can You Hear That
Can you hear my mind flowing,
the horns blowing
the anxiety building up
...
An inner glow revealed from the
1st verse you ripped
How did you come up with such lyrics
...
If time had stopped,
I would've looked at you closely
listened to my conscience
and ignored the fight
...
Being a student
Who is hard-working is tough
Because nothing in my life is easy
...
I used to think that when you break something
That you could always buy
A new one
A leg, arm, whatever
...
I wrote a thank you letter to a lost soul
Who appeared in my dreams
She was awkwardly perfect in all the ways that I wanted to be
She peered at me with beautiful, small eyes
...
As the water rises with fury
the little girl cries of dehydration.
As the tornadoes spin
another life is lost.
...
Years we have known,
moments we've taken for granted
hours spent torturing ourselves and denying
the FACT that we
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Mind Enemy
If my purpose is hidden
from my eyes,
then I will beg God to see
Body and mind caught up
in much turmoil
trying to protect and improve the foundation
of me
If dying is the only time
when our minds can rest,
then while alive will we forever
be our own worst enemy?
What would it feel like to escape?
Please show me
I need no help from a pipe, plant, or drink
I just want to escape my mind
I want to live, without conscious thought to
every action
But how can I blame my mind,
because it knows the consequences of
not thinking at all
She's killing me, questioning my every move,
she questions my friends and trust
She demands more, but doesn't realize
that I'm on
'E'
I can't tell her that I'm not perfect,
she'll be mad at me
She has rejected the streets,
and kept me in the house to learn to read
more effectively
She's built objectives,
and implemented theories
but what happens when they're proven
false
And just like me, the things that
were once familiar now offer
some mystery
Give us both something easy to hold
onto, something or someone pure
Pure enough to come straight from the creator,
with natural answers
that our old minds seem to delete
while storing man-made
explanations
He confides in me,
he's consistent with his attiude
fresh friendship
because I'm positive
he says
Is he flirting while asking
me questions?
or am I just a mystery to him
that he's trying to solve?
Of course they are all obsessed
with mystery, then find another
once it is solved
Am I being too hard on him?
Is genuine kindness, just his nature?
Have I become so immune to deceit
and dishonesty,
that I reject the gentle hand that is trying to grasp mine?
He may not ever touch my heart,
because my mind is analyzing
him
Could he be a root to keep
me upright?
Could I be rejecting the very thing
that I fight for?
Has the exits of my life resulted in
a defensiveness towards
men?
wow this is great. The title is the killer