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[myvisworld]

At night we search for the voice that is lost during daytime. The human hue we hide in our efforts to assimilate. But what if, what if the answer was just the opposite. What repercussions would result from this? Would it not be complete and utter freedom? To exist in the world as we truly see ourselves, rather than the reflections forced upon us. Freedom. I choose Freedom. Join me?

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We have to believe

Don’t we?

It’s the only way to hold on, as you feel yourself slipping

We have to believe that there is meaning

A reason behind all the hurt

And all the pain

A reason behind nights spent alone, drenched in our own sweat and tears.

Reason behind it all

There’s light at the end of the tunnel.

Right?

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They Told Me Black Girls Ain’t

Black girls ain’t, good for nothing more than lying on their backs getting pregnant with kid after kid. Baby daddies and food stamps, Black girls ain’t. Good for nothing more than attitudes, and neck rolls. Uneducated interjections, don’t you know black girls are only meant to end up in the hood, on their back giving out their pride for a dime and a dollar. Only meant to end up in environments that damn them, curse them make them question their worth so that the marks of the chains, and blood stains from ripped flesh projected unto them since the birth of this nation will remain. Black girls ain’t. I was force fed an ideology through a mother who was taught the same things when she was a child. Black girls weren't supposed to be made of stardust and dreams. We were supposed to be made of the discarded scraps God had left over after he was done making everybody else. Made of unwanted love, because their fathers could never see the beauty in the dark skin of their mothers, so they left them for women whose beauty resembled what was acceptable. They threw us to the side, making us feel like forgotten children, whose worth was never defined. So my mother changed her color bought that little potion that promised to make you into what was acceptable, because light is right and dark will always be wrong. Cause see you you could be black but you just couldn’t be dark. So what happens when you have a daughter painted like the night sky. So mama gave me that same bottle that promised her freedom, but failed. It promised to find me love, cause no one could love a dark black girl, that was a specialty reserved only for the light girls. And for some time it worked, and I bought into the idea of hating myself because the world told me I had to. So I started dreaming of clorox and lemon drop baths, scrubbing black till it turned to red, and ripping flesh I deemed unworthy. But along the way something changed. Guess my brain changed the wave systems interrupting it’s patterns. Guess my DNA finally forced it’s way through my pores, and reminded me that I was born from a nation ruled by queens, with history passed from assessors who were placed by God himself. Black girl with that dark skin, black girl with them nappy curls, don’t you know the sun loved you so much it decided to hold you a little closer, you are the one it chose to share it’s secrets with. Gotten stories written on your skin with ink made of gold infused melanin. Baby girl you are! You are the stories a mother tells it’s child to soothe it’s tears. You are the stones that start the ripples that transform into tsunamis, the stones that started the revolution. Black girl, black woman you are authenticity. They want you to hate yourself cause they realize the strength that lives in you. Light is beautiful but baby so is dark. Black girls, black woman you are queen. Own the curves that create the art that is your body's, own the hair that reaches to the sky. Own the sugar on your lips, and the waves in your hips. Own the power in your words, own the strength in your stance. They call you angry, because they are afraid of the power in you.They call you uneducated because they see the light in your eyes. Baby girl own the power in you melanin. Cause Kim and Kylie paid good money to look like you, and kingdoms in mother africa were built for you. So black woman do not let them kill your light. Do not let them force feed you the same ideology that once killed our own mothers. You are the birth of this nation, the tides that changed time. Black woman know who you are, without the need of validation. They told me black girls ain’t, but I said we are and we will always be!

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Church Girls

Them eyes you never forget them.

Your first time you never forget it.

Them lights they blind, and you ask yourself, is it worth it?

But big brother said rents due by the 30th so you find your courage and step on stage.

But eventually the stage becomes your home, and the hungry eyes from below just become a part of the decor.

Told my mama

But she said she ain’t want no baby that dance.

Don’t want her baby selling her soul to the same greed that creates slaves out of lost church girls.

But mama don’t understand that God don’t pay these bills, and in this capitalist society you gotta do what you gotta do.

To far from home, too far from faith we ain’t lost church girls, just women who realized this world wasn’t built for us, and the only way to survive was to finesse.

So we dance, and pray that this one time, God don’t count our sins.

Mama said she ain’t want no baby who sell pussy, but mama we all been selling pussy. Female sexuality marketed for the male gaze, don’t I get a piece of the pie, ain’t it my body? No mama we ain’t lost church girls, just women who were bold enough to reclaim the parts of ourselves, the world told us to be ashamed of.

Addicted to the highs, mama this is my kingdom . Cold green flys through the air, as Benjamins kiss my skin. This cash mama this cash got the junkie in me jumping out. My stage my playground, my body my rules. Mama I wish you understood, that this, this ain’t about God, cause I know she knows I had to do what I had to do.

We broke out of the boxes we were placed in and they shamed us for it. We played the systems they tried to use to chain us to, and they threatened to break us for it.

Mama if only you knew.

We ain’t lost church girls, religion was never gonna save us.

We had to save ourselves

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She was my lighthouse in a world of storms.

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La Bonita

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We lived in a garden of sins we chose to call love

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I wanna be the girl I write about in my poems

The one who isn't afraid to live

The one who takes chances and challenges life as she dances in the rain

I wanna be the girl who isn't afraid of heartbreak

The one who realizes that every lover is just another blessing disguised as a life lesson

I wanna be the girls who exists on the edge

The one who chooses to live with no limitations

The one who loves with no expectations

I want to be as free as that girl

Because that girl isn't afraid

That girl is limitless

That girls is infinity wrapped around sweet water

And most importantly that girl is free

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I am happy.

And for the first time my happiness is no longer an unattainable feat

Life has not always been fair but I am here

For the first time in my life I am content and not full of want

I am on my way to find my purpose

And all that awaits my discovery is true love

My other half

Because what is life without love

We were created to love

I have found 1 soulmates and now I search for my other

Calling to him

As I pray that the sound of my voice pierces through the fog that is life

I close my eyes to pray he hears my call

And life brings him to me

We were put here to love and be loved

And no matter where life takes me I will forever search for my other half

Dear future lover this poem is for you

To remind you

That when you finally hear my call,

I will be here awaiting your love

I’ll be there to hold you through the nights

That tempt to take the strength from you

And remind you that nothing in this world can ever take your power

And I’d gift you mine to get you through those nights

I’ll be your pillar

Take the skin off my back to clothe you

Remind you that love isn’t just about living through the eternal summers

But love is there with you in the eye of the storm

In the dead of winter

When nothing grows, and the world is silent

Love is there to remind us that even in our pain beauty still exists

And all I ask from you is your heart

To trust me as it’s eternal keeper

And love me as I love you

Dear future soulmate I promise to be your soul food

My love will forever fill the home we build

But may the structure of our bones forever be the only home we’ll ever need

I promise to write you love letters when you’re away

Remind you no matter how far away you may be that my love will be here to welcome you when you return

I promise to fill our home with poetry and art

I’ll be the trumpet to your jazz

The melody to your symphony

The beat to your masterpiece

The lyrics to our composition

I am obsessed with the idea of love

Because how is it possible that the universe could have created someone so perfect just for me

Dear soulmate, I promise that when I finally find you I’ll never let you go

Life shift

Time challenges

And the world will dare us

But I will forever be your anchor

And when we make love I hope the earth stands still

I long for the moments I’ll tattoo you skin with my kiss

Invisible marks of my love

The moments where in your arms I’ll exist

In our bed we’ll stay, as you remain the only substance I’ll ever need

Your body against mine

Instruments of love

As we relearn ancient melodies.

out of that love

May Ghai gift us

And one day when we finally get to the end of this journey called life

We’ll sit in the sun

In the middle of a sunflower field

With gray in our hair

Our skins marked by the life we have lived

And

We’ll laugh

We’ll reminisce

We’ll sing

on that day I’ll love you as I did on the day when you finally heard my call

And when God calls on us, I hope he takes me with you and you with me

Tell our child not to bury us, but rather plant us in the earth

A reminder of our love

May it forever grow as a symbol of our eternity

Dear soulmate I await you, and when we finally meet I promise to never let you go

And I promise that even in the dead of winter

Even on the darkest nights of the solstice

My love for you will forever feel like the warmth of an eternal sunrise

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Our bodies must never become the burial grounds for the seeds of lost men.

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5am looking out at early dawns sky And I guess that's all I can do, Look off into the distance as I wonder where in the cosmos everything went wrong.

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We crave the most beautiful of faces The deepest of hearts But lack the capasity to understand such a soul I hate to break it to you my dear but the feild of flowers you perceive is nothing more than a mirage hiding the weeds rooted to my soles Marks and scars that you seem too afraid to uncover, why? Would it ruin your perfectionist image of me? Why? Does my truth scare you? My dear you can not aim to claim me if you've only just reached my shores and are already afraid of the waves ahead of you.

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Baby girl, you deserve someone who pours as much love into you, as you into them

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Brown Skin Boy

Brown Skin Boy:

Afraid of saying the wrong things I remain mute

Vaulted emotions locked away for fear that maybe my passion was too loud.

You were the first person to make me feel as though this tumbled mess of a woman was worth the love she had stopped searching for. But through all the words Brown Skin Boy, I hope you realize how much you meant to me.

Victims of the same beast that kills the hopeless romantic in us all, I’m left whispering through the wind, hoping that some how these lost thoughts make their way to you.

Funny, you thought I was the one with the vocal ability, but I hope you read this and realize that we were always just one in the same. So here, I’ll empty my vault, say everything you always made me too afraid to say. You were always beautiful to me Brown Skin Boy. Where it seemed I was lost in thought, I was lost in you admiring the essence you couldn’t see in yourself. I wish I could have been the one to make you see it Brown Skin Boy. I wish you saw yourself through my lens, hold the mirror to you so you could see the way the corners of your eyes fold when they’re deep in laughter. Switch places with me for a second so you can see the warmth in your eyes and take them in for yourself. Brown Skin Boy I don’t think you’ve ever stoped to hear your own laughter. And as for your lips, there is no poetic jargon beautiful enough to describe my thoughts on them. And Brown Skin Boy, thank you, your arms always felt like the safest place to be. I wish I could show you the dilation in your eyes, when you speak about whom you want to be. But Brown Skin Boy, you are already everything you want to be. I wish I could have been the one to show you, But when you finally see it Brown Skin Boy, I hope the woman you chose never forgets to remind you of it every single day