Intelligence

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Be one who sits and smiles, Who nods to give consent While others loudly crow And boastfully invent - You've learned a golden truth Which silence can convey: "With grace mete out your words,
I start with one foot, keeping my eyes away from the punishing sun and the towering mountain.   I began scaling, feeling the burning of my muscles for every movement.
Through the dark and vile came the light awakening a brumal beast. With hands like fire, virtuous fingertips graze upon the unrest of the cosmos singeing all connections that once restrained it as human.
Poetry taught me how to be proud of myself When I used words that expressed things heartfelt A message that I believed in.   Poetry taught me how to express Things that I couldn’t naturally profess
blooming from my darkest parts begun the change in my heart shifting with sunshine my flowers are growing, wisdom and knowledge flowing showing me my power & potential
Emotional healing and heartache, /  Her Mother coddle her as if she was /  Seven years old, /  Red plump cheeks, /  Streams of water spilled down /  Hitting the tongue in a form of /  A salty back-slap of /  Betrayal for not being able to /   Hold
she would kill for a moment behind your eyes but would that make her a sinner? how beautiful your blossoming mind must be if even your foggy words stir with her the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,
you don't have to be mine but i want to be yours break down your barred arms and unlock your chest's doors let me find myself in your eyes and smile into your neck it burns where you touch me
There was a looming sadness cast over the age of men, a shadow of the greatness to come.
it felt as though his words danced in my ear his wit sparked interest and showed no fear always in awe,  i would listen without doubt that my own thoughts soon would sprout every moment a new subject would brighten
And your intellect is wasted.Let me tell you, your words will lose their depth.Because she hears them and smiles,but they are hollow to her.They are just an extension of you.
Hold on let me think..one thing I can't live with out? Is Knowledge. One thing I can't go without is knowledge.  Everybody knows that knowledge is power. If we have knowledge then the world is ours!
Is intelligence a gift or a burden? They say ignorance is bliss... but I'm not so certain.   So if knowledge is power... Why is power is all corrupting? ....this thought for me, can be very disrupting.
People judge by the mirror's expectations. They don't look inside with appreciation. Maybe people aren't always outwardly beautiful, But that does not mean their souls are dull.  
I am told I should see each of my deeds As items to cherish, tokens of pride.
I am a Queen, a supreme human being I bleed gold and my words are bold I am a Black Queen, though it may not be easy being green Being black can be just as bad, sometimes even sad But as a Queen, I take pride
So many photos that compliment your curves until I compliment your curves.. "Swerve" you say I've somehow fallen into a pool of not acknowledging your worth..
I don't understand why everybody cares so much. Look at me! I am tall. I am big. I am loud. I am strong. Where is the problem? Listen to me! I am smart. I am brave.
Fancy clothes, all the boys, all the shoes. Yes Girl. That sounds like the dream, everything you need materialistic things. You're so heartless it stings. Yes Girl
How much better it is to be told you have a beautiful mind. Not just your appearance, but your thoughts that scatter and mix and create. Your feelings and beliefs and your emotions.
I stare in the mirror and what do I see? My flawless self staring back at me I don't need makeup or any type of weave I just get up, get dressed, blow myself a kiss, and leave
  Have you ever smelt magic On the pages of books?
I wake up and look in the mirror To red marks and scars on my face and body I cover them with makeup and whatever I can find But what I don't have to cover up is what makes me FLAWLESS
but our hearts are on the brinkof killing us quickpoisoning our veinsand melting our brainswhere have we gonefaded into the shadows
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
Pink blankets and balloons, congratulations it’s a girl. Everywhere frills and lace laying beautifully and delicately. Barbies, dolls, little homemade kitchens. Clean, bake, smile.
Upendo; I miss you Your not just simple attraction, you know That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you Up
{In this galaxy, you may not recognize yourself, be careful where you whisper, and who you ask for help. If the moonflash makes you ignite, while raindrop kisses fall,
So deep, so deep. Sarcasm is my towel.
Maybe I’m just too deep.
  The word “smart” is a curse word.And like all other curse words it has synonyms.
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
My dream job would be: a kid.   Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous. Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way. Experience may say differently to my choice, But first, hear what I have to say.   
I sit and stare, My mind a blur, With little sparks around.    They dance and sing, and start whistling, Hence creation starts to flow.    My head attuned,  My heart balloons,
please beware the end is near when it gets here i expect you to care if you do then head my advice if you dont youve been warned for when we reach the end the rope
You have no excuse for your cruelty Hypocrites You think you are superior  Because of your intelligence? That is one quality. one aspect. Is that really all that we are?
In this world of constant change and revelation Students everywhere are disengaged from their education Forced to complete mundane assignments  That bury their creativity and excitement 
The walls just keep crumbling... Into the sea in which I keep fumbling As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
I may be quiet, I may be shy, but that doesn't mean recognition will kill me.   What I'm doing right -homework, quiet, listening- even if everyone else is disregarding your voice,
I never knew what news was trying to say Geriatrics,chiropractics, and semantics play Black people, my people ,all they do is slay Oh no, wrong joke, let us go for broke  
We are voiceless. Our feet are turned to iron. We're lobbed into a torrential river Of expectations. Ideals. They say, “The perfect child is ours. “No flaws here.
  Teachers don’t work hard nowadays Rather than focus on education They focus on my grades I may have passed your damn class
This school is a bane Society, if fills with pain Classes, riddled with sighing Intellegence, it is dying We try to live for the moment It disappears so fast You try to be smarter
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
I like how you tell me,in so many removed terms, that I'm falling apart -- as if I don't know it's wrongto savor the scent of my sweat, or I'm not awarethat my house is the line
No matter how much I express myself and people sympathize to understand, there's still that part of me that's never really known. All alone. It craves to have light shed upon it,
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes  Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid 
We line up like marching ants We listen to the Queen Bee.   Tell me what to do  Tell me what to be    I sweat  I smell I stress   The #2 pencil shakes in my hand
I am the youngest I am the smartest I won't try to be humble That's the truth The subject is Chemistry And I stay ahead It's how I validate my place here And yet they laugh
If I were blind, I could feel it in their speech,the words that enter my mind as if it were dull.If I were deaf, and I could not hear their preach,I could feel it in the stares driving through my skull.
If I were blind, I could feel it in their speech,the words that enter my mind as if it were dull.If I were deaf, and I could not hear their preach,I could feel it in the stares driving through my skull.
God gathered the dust in his hand, Formed his greatest creation. He gave but one command: “Knowledge is for me alone.”   God knew, of course, That man would disobey. Curiosity is a deadly force;
Wrong or right. Good or bad. You teach me there is no other way.  There are no shades of gray.  We are the smart ones or we are not.  We are the gifted ones or we are not. 
  I once stumbled and caught myself; DANCE was brought to the world. I had a tantrum and threw a berry; ART was born.
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold. Not one can abate my hunger, my disease, I've come upon these thoughts to ponder, The substantial blank you bring appease. To whom to which the eyes behold,
I am from the southern part of Dayton, Ohio. I am from my dad and granddad because my dad has anger management And because my grandparents didn't want children, And when I was born I was real sensitive on the inside
                             A mind tied in knots and it cannot be set free! It is like everything is arising in distress, filled with anger, hatred, and revenge.                              The world constantly becomes a blur.
I’m afraid, To let people See the tears roll uncontrollably Down my face Each one mimicking the last. And, I don’t want To have to face them And show them that I feel.
Feeling a depth of despair inescapable, an entangled mindweb is my dwelling and my tongue tastes of bitter longing.
We’re waiting for Armageddon We don’t make an effort anymore To see lives wasting away People of great potential Lost in doubt of a future Who think they know “the way”
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