. . .My Poetic Thoughts. . .
Me
I remember. . .
Drum beats
Waking my soul
Opening my frozen heart
Burning candles
Casting a shadow
Vivid
Playfully vague virgin eyes
I forgot. . .
Strung arrow
Acute and alert
Wrapped around
Targets mind
Cruel
Carnivorous, concise smile
I apologize. . .
Drained tears
Limp embraces
Forgotten
Delicate
Dormant, devoid hands
I'm thankful. . .
To be. . . . . . . . . .
The Swan
Gliding across a lake
One that isn't her home
A mother cries for her children
The ones she has left
Towering on the grassy
plains
Happy to be where she belongs
A stubborn mom tries to communicate
To call to say hello
Flying high in the open
sky
Going from one home to a prison
A child is pushed to do their best
A mother forgives, forgets, and remembers
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Your my beauty
Your my beauty
my life
my soul
my everything.
Through you I see what a mistake my life would be without you
I think I love you
I know I miss you
That moment together
That touch of your hesitant hand
An hour of bliss
United to bring peace to each others lives
Together to find happiness again
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I'm Black
I'm black
even though I don't play ball
I don't spit out phat ryhmes
I'm not a gangsta
50 cent is not my idol
"Yo! wats crackulating?" is not part of my daily vocabulary
I'm black
I'm African
I don't speak the language
I can't shake my ass as much as they do
My family isn't poor or starving
I don't have a thick accent
I was born in Canada
I'm African
I'm black and African
I write poetry
I want to learn more about my background
I soud white when I try to speack the language
I can say hello and how are you
Ingoni
I'm not ignorant to the fact i'm stereotyped
I'm black and African
I am me
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Stupid, Stupid Little Girl
Stupid, stupid little girl
Wished she�d be the one he�d twirl
Gave him her heart
Gave him her soul
Just wished she could be his girl
Stupid, stupid little boy
It was her he would always annoy
Took another�s heart
And received another�s soul
Just wished to no longer be a boy
Stupid, stupid little child
Tried to keep her feeling mild
Gave her heart
Have her soul
Just wished again to be a child
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