Temple of beauty and gentleness. The bearer of all fruit. The Juliet and Stella to every Romeo and Astrophil. A server of her purpose when her ovaries are ready like red rubies, and ripe grapes. Tulips of life she is. The obligation to life, and to live. Nurturer of all nature. Provider of nutrients and… Continue reading She
You're effortlessly manipulated You'll let him lie to you easily Cause your body gets stimulated You become a fool and fall blindly Deep down you know you shouldn't answer his call. But you pick up without hesitating. You act like you have no morals at all. You see the problem you're creating? They don't want… Continue reading You Let It Happen
Don't say it, Because you'll say it 'til you can't say it any more. Show it, I don't want to hear it, I've heard it all before. You love me. You always have and you’re proud. You support me. Y'all always say it aloud. How about when I ask you for help, you show up?… Continue reading Real Talk, Doesn’t Talk.
My heart bulged in my tight chest. It grew heavier and weaker all at once. I could hear it knocking in my ears. My feet felt like they were tacked into the ground. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift them. My mouth fell open in disbelief. Then my blood ran hot. Then… Continue reading How Dare You?!
Your Eyes They are something only God could make. When I gaze in your eyes, my breath you take. Your eyes stop my thoughts. Snatching and mesmerizing. Look away, I cannot. Pulling and hypnotizing. They force my pair, to stop and stare. They cause the pause anytime, anywhere. Then we see nothing but us. We… Continue reading Your Eyes
You helped create me. You didn't lead me. You didn't make me who I am today. You never told me it would be okay. You didn't teach me what I know. You weren't there to watch me grow. You weren't there the first time I got my heart broken. There are too many words unspoken.… Continue reading Fatherless Happiness
Writer's objective and perception: The entry lines of the poem are describing the roads in comparison with the people of Jamaica. It is a metaphor for their skin tones, and other contributions of their culture (eating, driving, dancing, etc.). The middle lines focus on their lives, appearances, personas. Then the land is described. Lastly, the poem… Continue reading Jamaica
Heavy Expectations Heavy, heavy! Is the weight on my shoulders. Expectations, Formed these ponderous boulders. They won't let me rest. They won't allow a break. Forcing me to be the best, with each move I make. Heavy, So heavy! Why do you get more enormous? Seems you get worse! Your faith's so ginormous, Heavy! Heavy!… Continue reading Heavy Expectations
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