Super Women

Never lose sight

Black is beauty.

Dark is elegant.

Loving how the sun bounce of your melanin.

What you telling em. Radiant, nothing less than.

No degrading, only praising.

Severance for mental separation.

For the years looking for acceptance, second guessing.

You’re a blessing and you shine every second.

Relish in your skin.

You are cherished.

Never change for someone’s prejudice.

Truly love

My phone don’t ring but everybody loves me.

When I’m distant, all I hear I’m moving funny.

Questioning my silence but my body language speaks loudly.

If you loved me you would see that my mind is cloudy.

That my eyes is forecast for rain but I’m forcing delays.

That my energy is off it’s relay.

That my demons are having a field day.

I can’t shake the thoughts I’m having these days but I aspect someone who loves me to detect.

Sometimes you have to detach to reattach.

Isolate to medicate but no one understands that.

They want you to shine through all your darkness.

Evaluate them while you’re deteriorating on the inside but they love you.

How could you love me and not sense my imbalance.

Maybe it’s the mask I’m wearing but I thought love can conquer all.

Why couldn’t your love slip through the cracks?

Have a flanking attack or is that to much to ask?

Maybe you don’t truly love me.

We’re so evolved but so primitive.

Powerful but still so broken.

A part of us is still stolen but it’s like we chosen to forget.

Masking it with hate and anger.

Our spirit is in danger.

Corrupted by different pigments or higher shades.

We are caged.

Not with bars but in our minds.

Boundaries higher than the Everest climb.

They would hate to see us at our prime so they attacked our pride.

Demoralize.

Then cast a gaze over our eyes.

And we think we’re alright cause we have fabric from different lands or material from deep within the land.

Unknown that we’re in quicksand without a branch .

My energy is priceless but lately I been letting everyone pouch in like Tyson.

I was clueless that I was investing in sourceless Entities.

Allowing deposits from insignificant funds when I been giving out fortunes.

Extortion from the people I hold dear.

Depleting my shares for who would vanish when I need little bit care.

I been facing despair when no one is near.

I’ve become accustom to disappearing instead of asking for help cause for me, no one else is truly there.

A burden I came to bear but still lend a hand when I hear someone else cries.

Maybe it’s how I was raised.

My mother instilling me with generous ways.

Or I’m just a people pleaser that doesn’t know how to say no.

The most loyal or most stupidest.

A stewardess in pleasing but never in dismissing.

Maybe it’s a mission from divinity.

Embedding a large amount of empathy within me.

A coping mechanism to avoid my own vacancy.

Steadily engulfing myself in everyone else’s misery.

Knowingly knowing that the energy I receive take toll on me but I continue to indulge in things that’s no good for me.

I’m the biggest danger to me then any weapon formed against me.

Self inflected wounds that could of been avoided.

Mental trauma that still need to be sorted before else where involvement.

I just want to be dormant but everybody keep calling.

The Stars

I look to the star, they don’t shine the same.

I want be a star but the spark is not the same.

Passionate to passionless.

Losing sight of who I am.

Only seeing the scars.

Feeling what I lost.

This pain is not for sport.

Who Am I ?

Poisoned by the bonds that ties.

Your inner self is so shy.

Hiding behind a culture’s eyes.

If you don’t follow the dotted lines, you get the evil eye.

You conform cause your faults are magnified.

Tired of hearing your own cries, you find a mask to disguise.

Your identity losing supply.

Who I am?

Black Man

I’m black but also human.

I’m a man but I also have emotions.

Can’t show no fear but I’m freighted.

A bullet can come my way, from a cop or op that looks just like me.

Deep down, I struggle with that notion.

I want to see everyone grow.

Be the best that they can be but we fight these burdens of everyday life.

It’s layered on top of us.

Layers that prevents us from seeing our true self.

They say we’re hiding but we’re buried.

Suffocating, gasping for air but no one hears.

Or do they even care cause we’re men that are black and the odds are always stacked.





Midnight

At night is when the darkness come to flirt.

It’s jealous of your joy.

It hopes to destroy with no remorse.

In torch your thoughts.

Exposing your faults.

Depleting your source.

Your endorphins running thin.

Walls closing in.

These mental wars has no end.

Want to scream for help but no one understand.

Nor do they care to give a damn.

This pain is in command.

Now you’re sitting in a pool of your own sweat.

Living through all your regrets.

Within yourself you digress.

Your stress take center stage.

Putting on a show for the ages.

Taking a bow for your devastation.

yo. tell me about where you from. if you don't mind

I’m from New York

Long Run

Imagine having no balances on ice.

Slipping and falling with no directions.

Any different odds like a roll of dices.

It’s a forming of a deep connection.

Mind, body and emotions are invested.

You put every bit of yourself into them.

It’s clear to you that they are so precious.

To the world, you’re just underneath their thumb.

Fearing you lost sight of who you were.

Thinking you are still that boy who’s naïve.

The girl down the street, they so much prefer.

When you already came across your Eve.

Deep down in your soul, you know their the one.

Through all the storms, you’re here for the long run.