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To the…
Nappy corn
rows…
Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…
By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…
Times…
A planet
expose
to my….
Behold…
Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…
Fold…
Trending
Center fold
Trending center…
Fold…
Is for the love
Of sweat topics…
You write with…
Tongue a tropical
Thunder…
Dances
to rain drops…
On our thrones…
As it was
written…
kings…
Queens…
Hello black
Self-esteem…
Black like the…
Power in
One right side
Fist to….
Sometime
A strike…
Putting
Up a fight…
Solution was
Fists…
To….
Put you in your
Place…
Keeps
you on point…
To wicked ways…
Black is beautiful….
I say black…
It Is beautiful in
every…
lips shade for
shadowing me…
Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…
Cameroon soil…
Uganda…
Tanzania…
South Africa
Before the British
Took it….
Yet…
I got to have
that center to
fold you…
To ease
my social
Anxiety…
The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….
Aren’t Frightened
by me…
We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…
Sun rises
on dark skin…
A melonated
Fragrance…
Light skin….
I can’t…
Fight skin…
Is a…
delight skin…
Smells like..
Like…
Like…
Damn it’s
So repetitive…
Never to be
forgotten by I…
Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…
Come over
here…
Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…
Ooowww….
Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…
leaving Monday
a day for fun day…
making it feel like a
Friday…
Touch my
Chocolate…
I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…
Not a hopeless
romantic…
Bandit thoroughly…
Needing my
black bambee
close…
To…
I…
eye to
eye is a kiss full..
Hugs so tight I can
feel your….
Soul…
my black…
Ah…
Da..
Black Queens……..
Pastences
Birddy Canary
I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
Attached
Mentalities relapsed+
Bloody scars that painted my
Knuckle+
War paint
Cuddles my face
I’m black and I’m
Proud+
From the
Feet to the root canal+
A tramatic opposite+
I linger in blank expression+
Eyes wide open+
without
No type of emotions+
Poker face here+
Not bluffing+
No room for let downs or
believing in something+
my
Own mental distruction+
Nothing+
It’s nothing+
Living in hell I’m use to the most, beautiful, rotton+
Sweet sorrows+
I Embraced
The reason its not to be chased+
The heathen+
Locomotive Locksmith
Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…
Warm air On the back of
Your neck…
No resistance…
I’m what you were
Missing…
My experience…
Hard Like wood cabinets…
Maybe like brass knuckles…
Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…
Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…
I Rubbed my stomach…
Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…
This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…
A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…
The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…
Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…
I couldn’t control my router…
Your soft aggression…
Undeniably…
Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…
A glass of water
Protein…
Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over
The spot like a… Comb
Over…
Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…
I can’t believe it’s not…
New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…
My human instincts became…
Well…
Questionable…
Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…
Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…
Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…
The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….
Bare with me
Till I charge back up…
Shea Butter
My intro wore your body
out like the latest
fashions…
Capsules in tattoos,
Brain washed by
Someone so called taboo…
Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…
Crowned by
Your influence,
To Shine gold sunz
over me…
Jewel of the
Smile only
motivates
My Integrity…
Lables of silk
Stampede all
Over your figure…
I figured out,
If I stay on your
Heels, then
You will make
One man…
The fool of all
That is real…
Untied, tounge
Out like unlaced
Sneakers…
Funny that I,
Peep us, more
Then you could
Ever…
I can write
A courious
About
My Visions on
Loop…
Yet, visions can
Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…
The truth…
On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a
betting…
chance
With a Russian
Rulete mind
Frame…
For I know, that at
At the end, I’d
Be the one shot
In the head…
With no chances
Of surviving…
When love at first
Write, is a pen
On paper.
Out of control.
The odds of me
Surviving Having
A hole in my
Head.
Is a metaphor
For trying to find
A soulmate
that will
Never end.
Without us…….
Ya Ya yaaa… I’m waiting…
21 years ago…
The doctors said I’d be dead within months…
12 years ago…
The doctors said you’ve got…
I think it was 3months…
2 weeks ago these doctors told me…
And I cut her off in her words…
“Don’t tell me what I’ve heard for decades.”
“I’ve been ready for my death date!”
Without this dream…
“Bring it on!”
Bring it on…
I’ve atone for some sins…
I could have die years ago so today I go…
The other ones I can’t let go…
“Let go…”
Doctors, needles, mental health episodes that breach…
Right past the thresholds of my fire…
Smoke so deep I can’t breath till these demons are out of me…
I’m outty five thousand…
Whenever the horns blow for me…
The final call…
All praises due…
Evil is past due…
So I laugh through my own silent clashes…
I waiting…
Bring it on to the door…
I told him years ago that…
I promised the man above when I was sitting in that cell box…
That…
I’ll never ever pick up a gun unless I really really got to…
Pop goes these weasels…
I saw there heads go pop…
I wish I could pull the nails off my aging stigmata…
Fine Devine wine spill on my forehead…
I felt free for a moment…
Till I wulk up in a coffin, coffing out my trials and my tenction…
From the heat burning my souls absences…
So tacky…
To death I say…
Spare me the teasing and bull…
Just read my lips…
Bring it on!
Smelling Salts
Just give me a dose
So I don’t overdose
Forget it
Let me comatose
Crochet my fingers into a rope
Mind locked its self behind the door
So how can I get out
Let me win
I’m stuck
Throw the sheets over my only motive to live
Give me a dose
So I don’t overdose
The mind says overdose instead
Hands shake when
I pick up things
Even a cup to drink
Fabrics drenched in Arabic coffee
Warm
Opposed to hot like I wanted it
I left it sitting on my table for to long
Eyes like rockets fuel burning
Under smoke
Trying to get a taste of a second hand
Slapped away
I don’t want your created pavement
To curl up on anyway
Give me a soft couch Cigarette in my mouth
Comfortable
And a small dose
So I don’t overdose
Stopped searching for the lost lists of me
Indeed I be the unholy
I know it
Sometimes to bold to be told
I have only days to live
Without cancer
I’m the cancer and a council
Of councillors in my surroundings
Funny how I can be a councillor yet, I can’t council me
Can’t nobody
I can’t use myself to cure
What I am
Or nobody
Placad at my face values like valumes
Antipsychotics
Together
Then face my low values
Phrase it to graze on my
Pains immortality
I battle with everything, anybody
People just don’t understand
You couldn’t ever understand a person like
Us
So stop
Persons like me just need
You to not
Just be there to hold
The mental and grow
Pleaded no sympathy
Fractures the light that once to glow
Just listen to me
Whenever I ever
Need the me time to wait for our time
Speak in a small dose
Because to be honest
I’d rather just overdose
Then to be told
I will be ok
Just give me a small dose of
Being there
Subs
Overwhelming
To many hands
On
Me
Life is abusive
Intruding on my
Reclusiveness
Introverted
Designer mind
Maxing out on
Antidepressants
Storing
Opening
Closings
Like if a brain
Was a purse
Am I a person
The darkness has no curfew
Inside my
Statistics
Life just ain’t what it use to be
Or maybe
I’m not use to
This new life
For me
Evasive to open arms
Gambled on backstabbers
Or if they are not
“We all”
Isn’t the genre I’m apart
Of
I had my hand down in class
Whenever life’s teachings asked
Us
“What do you want now”
I thought I knew
What exactly I wanted then
If I knew then
The horrible things humans
Mentally
Can do now
What I know now
I would have barricaded my
myself
my emotions
Behind my enemies lines
Your the one who caused my
Problems
Then the blame game
Ensued
Leftovers of me
I’m the one who will fix this
Over
Over
First dance will be fire
Then on crushed glass
Befriended hot coals
Then I
Walked over I always Notice
Know one at the end
Of my path
As I got closer
The people
Those loving
Abled bodies
You know
Those who’s
Told
Over
Over and again
“I’m hear”
Where noticed visine
Clear
Know one there
So I know where
Stand
Where know one
Is
I never expect
Anyone to know
Where my
New
Know
Where
Is
Where I bear my
Own oxygen
My own air
Ya
Im right there
Baltimore City Homes
Guess where I’m from…
Cold like Goldie pimps and police… I morn over the men and women I grew up with… Even the paroles, please give me time to breathe, while I bleed… Out… On the street… Blood thickness glazed over where the children play over… It… Kick starts into Pre-kindergarten… In the picture was a deadly grim scene behind me… Like the president behind the podium… Corruption… Trying to get by under poverty so I… Robbed, stolen and sold like how the country was formed… What was mine today… Only time and God can say when it’s my time… So, while I live on… In this snow storm of fire… Im design for hellish climate… My life means nothing yet… I will surely stand up for progress… Nothing provided… Prisoners with in a project lab rat shit… Are in the city making noise like a helicopter crash, clash of insanity from my past… Creeping up on my future fuck it…. Lets go out and play in bullet rain… Aim, pull it, aim… Is the forecast for today… Showers propel back until a quiet silence… Till someone falls, no spring ups… Summer into winters dinner has none….
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
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