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Same attitude but different dayI'm over exaggerating on nothingSpeak my peace; Body in flamesThought I was just copingCalled myself being smooth on wavesNot knowing it would not get me anywhere
We personify lose-lose situations. The kind that bend you backwards and ask you whether you prefer to move forward and gain greed, or simply lose yourself to generate synthetic grins
When life gives me lemons, I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry.  I do it fast because they die. I have a bucket of decay, And I pretend it’s okay,  That lemons always die, And I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry 
Along long halls of envied dead lights the likes of me instead There lingered blood hasfermented their souls have come and raised... And went
We are all hidden inside Man’s inculcated exhaust; They teach us a planned life, to which we comply. Our children’s world (with age) turns to a desert, dry.
I've been given the life expectancy of 70+ years, but what if the life I have is given 70- years? Then what will my choices be then? Can I live it my way? Or do I have to be the puppet for this world's amusement?
for I rose above the flame out holding my own in the rap game spreading my dreams to take flight further upon the inner city dropping beats with my magic wand can't we all get along was the song
Believed in you like a religion But too bad people change every season Did things for you, some hasn't even been mentioned.And held you down, to now from the beginning.Dreaming about mansions and cooking breakfast in the kitchen. No one was for yo
the close of the day out on the patio we stare at the wall covered from the mere notion of regret there is a deeper meaning in this place to equate logic for fear
You
You   You are the individual in your life you remember best yet seem to forget about so often.
when I hear the word great I think about trying so hard to ace the  act, but too lazy to do it, because it's too late. why does a test define you?
Let's take a moment to sit back and look at your life Would God be pleased and say that you've done right Or would you find a person lost and confused 
Mental stability is keyWill I be able to find me?Find me a piece of mindThat won't make me lose my mind
I can’t help on feeling lost. Even though everyone around me is happy. I can’t help on not feeling guilty. Even though all she does is love me. I can’t help feeling sad. Even though everyone says “ You look fine.” I can’t feel the emotions in me.
They want a story. They want gold. They don't even try To understand your soul.   What is happening? No one's listening. What am I saying?   Wait.  
They want a story. They want gold. They don't even try To understand your soul.   What is happening? No one's listening. What am I saying?   Wait.  
[Ray&Dee] ~~~‎ What If...‎ ~~~‎ What if a black girl knew that she would be desired by others only if she desired herself first, And that beauty is not in the mindset but the confidence she carries. ¤‎
We're bound for somethin', That's all I could think. Sometimes I felt the urge to die. But I was saved by self pride. If I go out, I'm going out like a man. With my fist held out high,
We live in a world that's so judgemental A world that mises kindness and being gentle A world where boys can't do this or that A world where girls aren't supposed to fight back  
Her voice travels through the wind At first so strong, willful, sure. But as it travels, it fades, lower, softer, Untill nothing is heard because the sound travelled as far as it could before fading.
Lost as I am,  I survived the raid. Those throwing stones didn't know my name. Lost as I am, still I wait. The patience came from within. Lost as I am, I trusted your judgement,
Lost as I am,  I survived the raid. Those throwing stones didn't know my name. Lost as I am, still I wait. The patience came from within. Lost as I am, I trusted your judgement,
Have you ever just wanted to climb Climb a building all the ways to the top and just Scream   Just to remind your lungs That they could breath
(This poem was written in response to the murders of Carter Davis and Natalie Henderson in 2016.  The students lived in my local area. I hope they find peace in heaven.)
That soft, kind emotion is what I long for. That thing that is so precious not everyone can have. I yearn for that feeling one day, I desire that feeling. That feeling I know is warm and gentle.
he shut the door as he shut his eyes Seconds ago he kissed his brother goodnight Minutes ago he told his parents he loved them Hours ago he stared at his teachers blankly Days ago
Nights and days past I relieve the only memory I have of u 100 times before my eyes close To remember hurts and the reality of the situation confronting me is more than just pain It's a weight that my heart carries
The ocean is tricky, and messy, and vast.  The ocean has no idea of the past,  the ocean can be cruel in this way;  it'll never remember the words that you say
Locks of the true unknown lifting off of me like a thrown. Luscious lust of what we cannot have yet nothing more than a tangled past
She set her heart on fire amidst the embers that were her eternally enflamed soul Never to be recognized among the crowd of souls that was her internal persona,
Growing and growing I was taught to sit still and stay quiet. So I sat still and stayed quiet. Then there was a point when telling a secret would hurt someone in the family. So I sat still and stayed quiet.
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