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Deeper Than Rap
Dear black rap artist's of the game yes you the ones who sold your souls to inherit the fortune and fame You the ones whose lyrics are so toxic that it injects poison into my people's brain as you continue to deceive millions for a profit in order to establish a platform and name
Latoia DunnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI'll Keep Searching for Spells
I wish I could give you magic, craft you silver-boned atriums full of blown-glass birds, slick feathers sloughing gold-dust wind
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHim.
The sun slides slowly along the wall and I see A new day dawning, drawn through my open window Painting a picture yet to be viewed by my eyes
Kathryn KlassyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am My Own
Don’t think of me when you leave here. Don’t peruse the landscape of my breasts, or linger at the crux of my thighs,
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPeeled
Why must your knees touch floors of standard when you are oh so special? Here's a reason or two; you aren't any more or any less than the next floor.
Naomie MalekeraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsKissed by Fire
She lets down her hair Coils of bronzed copper and burnished gold Shakes it back from her face As she lets loose a triumphant laugh
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSleeping Beauty
Do you think about him when you dream, when the nights are bright and the stars gleam? After eating an apple from a lady today,
Elizabeth KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEmpty Conversations
I don't care for your empty conversations, Words that mean nothing, Words being said for the sake of being words, To fill an otherwise uncomfortable silence.
Cosmic
I have seen galaxies burst into existence, burning towers of stars crashing through dirt-floor blackness and up into the arms
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsForgotten
Why am I still so sad When I see your face at night My heart sinks instead of soars When you are in my sight Things that gave me butterflies
Misuse
What are humans for? With a vulnerable anatomy, Surely we need to be loved and cared for? Keep away from fire. Do not mix with other fabrics.
I Like You...
You are the epitome of seductive eloquence. I am drowning in your absence. You were poetry I struggled to interpret. Conceptions we're abundant amoungst the inadequate informant.
Kiesha 'KSsense' sadlerPublished 7 years ago in Poets