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I’m not a poet.

Really I'm not. Dream big I thought You're the next big thing , They will love what you bring But I guess my immaturity overrules my gift My words keep going in circles and circles trying to find words that fit I couldn't dish the delicacy their hearts yearned for I wasn't their hero I was just an uneven diamond .

I'm not a poet . Even the heavens complain when I open my mouth ,you know it I can't even keep my rhyme in sequence My thoughts never sinking in Never syncing with my Emotions filling my lungs As i try to coax you to have an insatiable thirst for This diamond The diamond that cannot spark a fire anywhere Let alone burn the flame.

I'm not a poet . And I'm sorry . Not because my persuasiveness will not cause you to Come around and give in to you know what . I'm sorry that I'm not your poet . I don't serve your poetic justice in your court And I'm sorry if that's illegal But My poetic verse will break you . And you will give in .

Être un poète ou pas être un poète, c'est la question

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The Born Chained

Welcome

Welcome to a land where

Milk and honey were plenty

Where bread is given to the hungry

Where the sick were never famished

Where  the land was evergreen

Our cities ,so we kept them clean.

 Welcome to a land of freedom fighters

Of a people who never gave up the struggle

Of guerrillas and mujibhas who lost their lives in the struggle

Of mothers and fathers who were legendary

This was our legacy .

Welcome to a land of the Born Frees

Of the wannabe enemies

Copy cats of the cats we freed ourselves from

Just so that we could win back our home

Them Born Frees ,they lived the life

Free school ,lots of concerts ,that was the time

Whatever happened to that vibe?

 I’m sorry about the paparazzi and the press

The reports are just degrading ,I guess

Yes inflation is not a new craze

Why the fuss ? It’s the new paper they hate

Not that anything’s wrong with them ,I’d say

But the unrealistic promises ,we regret

We say it’s not right for them to take

But this is our life now ,love or hate

A name for my generation

The Born Chained

 So welcome to the land of the Born Chained

Of very precautious people afraid to get chained

Of mothers who realised that our pain

Is far greater than the White rule change

For we are forbidden to speak and forced to listen

To false venomous doctrines they created

Is all not fair in love and war

That you must bring us shame?

Deny us the truth? Is the truth our price to pay ?

As I leave this platform of hate

To all my fellow Born Chained ,hushed in silence

Dream .Believe.Speak out .Don’t be misled.

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Perfection.

"Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves." Really? If I choose you ,will I get what i deserve? Or what you’re worth. Yes ,I know you’re 100% gold  Irreplaceable ,Every girl wants to be able to hold  But are you worth the pain and toil  The suffering that causes me to boil  Over the edge. All you have to do  Is stand there and smile And the whole womankind Is melting into chocolate piles There’s no effort or tribulations or trial To make you that perfect type Of man that every lady wants to talk with for a  while. Are you what I deserve ? Or what I’d reserve  for those few girls hoping that this summer  They’ll get their first kiss in your Hammer To have that smile like Keke Palmer Spread across their face when they see you walking farther  Farther away from that plastic shine of a bother. Looking at your face ,appearing deep in  thought  A penny for your thoughts? As I look at your majestic face with that perfect jawline I ask myself  Are you what  I deserve?  Not a dime . I deserve better ..

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Beginning

Start from the beginning .That’s always a good place

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They kill themselves so they feel alive

Drain their pockets dry just before they die

And when interrogated for the crime

They do nothing but stay high 

They take those thots out for the night 

And when they tired ,dump them by side

Girl ,you’re nothing but a side (thot)

Girl,there is no class hide and seek though

You them tell you a star ,why you trippin

Why you chasing games you ain’t fit for

I vow you wouldn’t last ,without them cheating though

You say you love the game ,you just gold  digging

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Beats to my friend.

Tell me ...

when did we stop caring about the teddy bears  that we chose

When did  we start start selecting posts

When did we stop hating the boys

And let them play you ,like you’re a toy ?

If you remember tip me off

I’d like to go back to where we were going

Lands of candy canes and barbie dolls

No complications ,just some close dolls.

And even though you just running off

You are going to come back feeling lost

Then try to fix my life like you’re the boss

I’m in my own lane ,stay in yours.

My life doesn’t need fixing from a loss

I’m just trying fix myself for the Lord 

You say I need help ,Whatchu doing?

Say I need new friends ,I’m looking at you man

I’m not trying to burn anybody 

I’m just trying to change your mind

If you keep rolling with them boys

You’re going to be dead before you know it .

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“Write . That’s what they said alright  And i guess write was the right thing to do Since that was the only time to enjoy the rights . So I wrote about your face  And how it pumped weak adrenaline in to my veins  Letting it overcome my fears . I know I did the right thing .”

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“And when staring wasn’t enough ,we held hands  and let his fingers talk to my skin”

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It’s 2 in the morning and I wish someone would just tell me how to stop missing you. I wish someone could teach me to forget the soft touch of your fingers on my back and how I felt sleeping in your arms. I wish my ears had never heard your sweet words and we never had a first kiss. I wish I could forget all about you because ever since the day you left I’ve been in a whirlwind of missing you and if it doesn’t stop soon I’m not going to be able to breathe.

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matters of the heart aren't joyrides and candy canes They are delicate walks in rough lanes

 -Harriet.x

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“Thing is ,we saw it coming .    You wanted a Bella Swan    I wanted Augustus Waters. You ,my dear ,were on a different page....”

-Harriet.x

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My kind of party

#bookworm nerd music

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God save us .

When you see this, reblog and say a prayer for those struggling with sexual sins.

Praying

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Yes please Jesus! All I ever needed and wanted from you