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Love is not Love

"Love is Not Love" Remix 10/27/17 Love is not love if it's only temporary. Love Is is not love if it's only for one night. Love Is not love, if the person you're laying next to doesn't feel the need to turn over and hold you after a night of passionate intentions, but not given

Poetic Justice 4/26/18

Voted the 2017 Favorite Open Mic by St. Louis Post-Dispatch Go! Magazine and Zoddgalaxy Magazine Poetic Justice Open Mic has grown to become the largest open mic poetry night in the region. Every last Sunday of the month, local and national poets grace the platform and share their works. Each session is

NOT KNOWING YOUR NAME

"NOT KNOWING YOUR NAME" How do you hold your little brother and hope he doesn't die, and remained strong being so small and refuse to cry. God cannot be found in moments like this, and death has a way of adding you to the list. Resting on the memories of a day you want to

GOT HER FUCK UP

"GOT HER FUCK UP" They tried to tell her beauty never started with her skin, but she realizes her beauty is where melanin begin. Guided by her lost soul, she found her universe, and she realizes that she was the very first.  her pure heart is mighty with every nice beat, and her history of her

WE WILL REMEMBER

The Awaken One.spoken Poetry "WE WILL REMEMBER" Deep in this country, we want to forget about the pain, Pretend it never happen so white supremacy won't feel ashamed. Out in the sunshine in the past with nowhere to run, a little black child for no reason was hung. Near a lake, a lost body would be

EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL

"EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL" Emotional and PHYSICAL Abuse has no race it can ever claim, somewhere in the world, a human life feels so ashamed. It cripples me to feel a young voice cry in the dark, being abuse kills all love in their tiny heart. I feel hopeless watching the news seeing people rape and

DANGER,EDUCATED BLACK MAN

    "DANGER,EDUCATED BLACK MAN" Growing up in this brainwashed society, living off my knowledge poetry Black conscious mentally. My ambition all started with a pen in my hand, as society tried to label me a thug in this land. A new voice from the grave came so beautifully and black, memories are full of misery as my

Born black

Born black and mean't to fail.. Born in a world where the color of my skin can send me to jail. Future resident of a overcrowded jail. Amongst my peers. Forced to commit devilish acts to survive praying every night in a jail cell that my sins won't send me

I cant write

I just realize I cant write the most beautiful poem, I can not come up with words why your beauty was formed. You are the object of another's amusement in my poetry, Being created from a fetus is my testimony. Countless times I write for you defending you with my life, Promising you, I will

The pain

The pain deep within I hide so well I've cried so many tears I could fill endless wishing Wells But my wishes never seem to come true All the quarters nickles dimes and pennies I've thrown I use to hope and wish more than I prayed But despite it all I still hid the pain They said pressure

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