Black Poetry : Thoughts

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Aminata, Jan 7, 2003.

  1. Aminata

    Aminata Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    caught up in this
    world of fantasy
    'make believe' they...
    made her believe she'd
    never achieve
    morph dreams to reality
    haunted by
    past abuses
    loved ones lacking reciprocity
    in love
    mom nor dad
    yet constantly making excuses
    afraid is she to
    report MEN-tal abuses
    blowin psychological
    brain fuses
    dreams meshed into thoughts
    of loss/neglect
    non-verbal pleading for...
    a lil' bit of respect
    heart pumping love through veins
    yet...she bleeds when
    mind interjects logic
    her head aches and no motrin IB
    can kill it

    someting has died inside
    stillbirth of dreams dead
    pushing afterbirth of memories
    praying for her psychological
    turmoil to cease she's...

    caught up in this world of
    fantasy 'make beleive'
    we...made her Believe
    she could achieve
    morph dreams to reality
    and with her 3rd eye open
    she sees she can
    she will.
     
  2. Kimdricka

    Kimdricka Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    i like how you put that together. nice drop.
     
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    That was heavy Kim. I like that for real. You could write like no other shorty.
     
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    "someting has died inside
    stillbirth of dreams dead
    pushing afterbirth of memories
    praying for her psychological
    turmoil to cease she's... "

    that was my favorite part

    deep ****
    one luv
     
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    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Aminata,

    ****. that's all I can say.

    blakdini
     
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    lpoet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    really enjoyed this deep piece
     
  7. Ladysoul

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    dayum...this was deep! i enjoyed every line
     
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    Haven't stopped through for a while...this was the first piece that i read...but i really enjoyed the flow, you have talent.
     
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    UbZoRbShUn Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Minnie

    like budda baby!!!!!!!





    One
     
  10. Aminata

    Aminata Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks fam.

    It's funny how when you write a piece with someone else's experience as the focus and in the end you see your own self as the focal point.

    Initially this piece was written for a girl who at 19 was still a sophmore trying to pass, drinking, smoking, being promiscuious, and dealing with an abusive mother who was/is addicted to crack.
    She danced with the African dance company I perform with and we all did what we could to offer moral, spiritual, financial support. She then had a baby and knows not who the father is.
    She was lost and crying for help. Eventually, our words began to sink in and she after a threat by her mom, she contacted her dad in NYC. He sent her a ticket and she's been there ever since. She's apparently doing okay there. We don't hear from her very often. I pray that the Lord continues to guide her and give her strength to press on.

    Surely, after reading and re-reading I saw all of a past ME and I'm still here standing strong. It was God's grace and love that brought me along.
     
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