Black Poetry : Stairway To Heaven (inspired by Natasha)

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  1. Legacy21

    Legacy21 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The sweat glowed under the shimmering lights of a dorm room
    As the blue vein of a healthy city girl is pierced
    With uncut strains of heaven for the first time
    Blood billowing in swirls into the sweet syringe
    In her head time goes in reverse
    As her eyes roll back and the liquid joy drips over her brain
    Oozing into her eyes with an oily sheen
    For the first time she heard angels sing
    Clear blue notes that reflect spectrums of light
    Lost in the dancing chaos of silver, turquoise, red, and pinks
    She sings with the angels as she climbs the stairway to heaven
    Reaching for the cottony clouds that dissipate between her brown fingers
    She can feel the golden waves rushing over her face
    Smiling widely into the sweet ascension of this new joy
    Until the angels stop singing
    And the stairway to heaven disappears
    Leaving her alone again in the now darkened dorm room
    Inside she ponders how to attain more of this taste of splendor
    Knowing that she will need to hear the angels sing again
    Healthy city girl
    Mama’s first daughter, and she’s so bright
    Adored
    Gifted
    Blessed
    That’s what they all say
    The family, the friends, the pastor, and church folks
    Even the green eyed women who watch her stroll by on campus
    Suck their teeth and wish to live even half her existence
    But they don’t know what they can’t see, the quiet voice whispers
    Naw they don’t, she speaks to herself again
    Wrapping her arms about herself as a shiver races through her body
    Cold, even with the heat blasting high
    Until the steam creates smoggy patches on the window
    A single tear forms in her right eye
    Overflows and descends down her cheek
    Streaming into the crevices of her nose and mouth
    Yes, she must hear the angels sing again
    Lullaby her into a temporary haven
    Against the world that don’t really know her
    Can’t see the fresh scars and wounds that lies beneath that smooth, pretty brown skin
    That the men love to lick until that can’t stand the taste of sweat no more
    And must bury themselves in her sweetness
    Wrap their fingers in her essence and gorge themselves
    Until they explode and the intense hunger fades
    Leaving them limp and sated
    But never do they feel the steady stream of her pain
    As she turns away empty
    Six months down the road
    She struggles desperately to fill the void inside
    But every time she pierces her skin with the thin silver tips
    Of those sweet, sweet syringes
    She don’t hear the ethereal voices of heavenly beings no more
    The marble staircase stretches toward the open heavens
    But she tumbles, falling through the stars
    Watching herself self slip through the cracks of her own existence
    She cries cause the liquid joy done dried up
    Leaving her shuddering and twisted inside
    No more nodding off into delightful delusions
    No cotton candy warmth to wrap her soul in
    Rubbing her thin arms tracked with roadmaps to hell
    She contemplates how she has descended into this abyss
    Healthy city girl
    Mama’s first daughter, and she’s so bright
    Adored
    Gifted
    Blessed
    They all say
    But they don’t know what they can’t see, reminds the quiet voice
    Naw they don’t, she reaffirms to herself as she rocks and rocks
    And rocks feeling the sharp tangle inside her stomach
    Crying softly as she tries to ease the pain one more time
    Pierces the deteriorating veins
    Searching for the stairway to heaven
    As she closes her eyes and attempts to hear the angels sing
    One last time....
     
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    heavens gates is the stairway to heaven
    love how u pose this out to perfection...
     
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    Well done

    I cried, and I will cry everytime I read this. So touching, so painful, so real. T ell me that you know no one who seeks heaven this way. I love how u put that young woman's reality into words...

    "Mama’s first daughter, and she’s so bright
    Adored
    Gifted
    Blessed
    They all say
    But they don’t know what they can’t see, reminds the quiet voice"

    I am the first daughter, my parents first child, and I cannot imagine myself ever living that way, things get hard sometimes but I always know I can overcome. Your poem makes me realize how tough some people may have it, and even how hard people think it is when it isn't.

    You have a wonderful gift of the pen...keep on writing...

    :look: :fairy: :look: :fairy: :look: :fairy: :look: :fairy:
     
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    incredible piece

    one luv
     
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    So deep. So much talent in your writes!
     
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    You made my eyes water!
    Brilliant peace. I love it.
    Very well written with vivid imagery.
    Emotion flows from every line.
    Great peace Legacy.

    *Emma*
     
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    live and die
    with the battle scars of life

    this was a great piece poet
    deep and spiritual

    DSS
     
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    wow. this one's real and well-crafted..

    nfinite...
     
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    *Bows to the Destee family* I am deeply honored by your praise. This poem is dedicated to the sad souls strung out more on hopelessness and despair, and drugs are their release valve. I have known the stories of many, and chose to tell this one. Cause I know I would want somebody to feel and understand my pain as well when I can't voice it. I tell the stories of many different people, and many different lives. I owe these people a voice, a soul,---so I bleed my pen for them. Peace.
     
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