Flawsome_poetry, [6/18/2020 7:54 AM]
Isolation
A lot of inquiries continue to wait to me,
Each time I handle life profoundly and look a long ways behind,
Feeling powerless and depleted I flop into a seat,
I can't simply rest cuz my psyche investigates the day.
It's information on quietness not of discourse,
A disposition of psyche a state of soul ,
Hearing the quiet paying attention to the truth,
In quiteness peacefully in such uneasiness.
Quiet isn't imbecility or silence,
it's simply power
The ability to ask and get a handle on profound into life to find a solution.
I endlessly get free,
Hang on and let go,
I ask myself what am hustling for,
For it is peacefully our spirit is visited by mindfulness,
For each question many new responses in our spirit we find.
Finding a solution the inquiry withdraws yet what I see urges me to hustle and pack
I addressed this one more secret has come,
Without a doubt I know consequently and rest I will be saved.
In quiteness and harmony I will get strength.
Presently my eyes have been openned and my ears are stirred,
The best way to come out on top in the race
Is to go up against dread till it hids its face.
@anonymousme
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [6/18/2020 7:54 AM]
I can't breath
One more kill one more homicide
Unarmed individual of color
without a firearm
Stuck to z ground
Individuals assembled around
Arguing for his life
Crying I can't relax
It harms my neck harms
My stomach harms evryth harms
Just cuz they carried on of dread
George floyd is presently not here
Just cuz they act wizout thinkin
Just cuz some imbecile was trippin'
Only for a 20$ bill
You passed on a scar to never recuperate
Tears ingrained down our face
Due to marks cuz of race
Called us dark called them white
As though two wrongs would make a right
I luv mama variety I lov mama conceal
I know 2 a few its simply a projectile
FYI am proudly dark
I realize mama roots ain't lost track
So Imma continue to yell stronger
Stronger than some other
Cuz this ain't wt I merit
Just cuz am dark
Wear mean mama hands should b handcuffed on mama back
My lungs b hankering for oxygen
However my passing is only a
crime location
Just cuz u oblivious to see underneath mama skin
U stepped on z reality red is wt I drain
Furthermore, oxygen is all I really want
All I want to breath
However, u felt like u had z right
To deny me of my common freedoms
FYI dark is more than variety
Its who I really am
So if you all wear like who I'm
Then, at that point, I recommend GFY
To them dark is a weapon
Yet, to me its z tissue mama soul abides upon
@anonymousme
@flawsome_poetry
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