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life is always changing  and sometimes it can feel like chaos when you have to divide yourself  into pieces to get your shit done   
A Melody on the Strings of Life   Dicey strings loom ahead on that enormous stage, I tremble, terrified of onlooking eyes. Piscine pissed upon, I think to myself,
Inside Out I was born into this world inside out, with more than just my heart on my sleeve - my soul covers my skin like a thin cloud of smoke.
Sweep to the center of the room, My brain, the state I live in, All the junk; collect it in a pile, And sweep it out the front door.  
Is there a point to all this? Some sense of release hidden behind years of Doubtful ventures into nothing.   Can I outstretch these fastened wings, And search for some greater feeling,
who is worthy of this name what am I  but the universe fused and twisted into  psychosis  she spits back what I spit up  and not for one second am I  the same as I was.   
Emotions and turbulence, Oh when did they become so solidly set? Whether I preferred the strong confidence I know not yet   Standing up when lies are raining down
The sentence of an almost adultFor the crime of surviving this longNot livingEyes closed, shut tightThe only thing that had my name on it before now were
And so it began, back then. I close my eyes, remember, I dream, I forget. Swirling though this space encased with brittle bone. Wanders the essence of myself,
The way she walks transmogrifies My brain into soft clouds and kites When below is where reality lies Sweetly, strongly, in those silt brown eyes   Around those black river rocks, madsmoothed
“Forever” is not Forever, However it is mine: I cannot say I've done a thing To keep my memory alive. Like all the other greats
All I need is myself For in me there is strength Hidden talents But as an open book I feed my flaws
A rose is a rose A heart is a heart A mind is a mind A soul is a soul A person is a person And no one can change that. That in its self, is a victory.
Undress Me! My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.
As I grew, I learned to curse this sun kissed skin. It felt like a trap to me, plaguing me as leper- socially condemned being… but after I gazed at my brother, the blackened night sky,
A lady came up to me today, She had lost both breasts With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior. Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces  Coated her tongue. "It’s too good to be true"
  I'm broke. In all aspects.  Like the faucet in the projects dripping, that's waiting to be fixed, while the landlord's getting his fix. All white. All rock. In veins. In vain.   
Some people say I’m selfless. That I wake up and put myself on the back rack, But it’s definitely not that.   When I wake up I look in the mirror past the dried slobber and nappy dew
What would you change? You might shout out your own incompleteness You might notice that in the body Body of Christ there are many members How about how many languages do you speak?
I see myself as a gem I know mysef as a gem A mirror does not have to show me this Photos cannot embody my natural spirit I see myself I love myself I am the gem From every little pore
Behind the curtain Beneath the skin it's different than what's in front Out for others to see Eye contact feels like lasers When people are staring, it feels like the world is closing in
The retinas target the illusions, 
Who's hiding behind the locked door? No one seems to hear me. Who's behind the curtain? No one seems to see me. Who's hiding behind mask? No one seems to see who I really can be.  Why are you hiding? 
The sweet tryst of your love has had its endWhich fadeth through the dawn, it coexistsThe keen affection descends like a trend--You slowly, but surely, have to desist.The sickness spreads, continues to rescind
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Sometimes, I find myself at a loss for words. My family and friends always jokingly feign surprise, That the one who always has to have the last word, The one with the vocabulary of a thesaurus,
I stopped beinghuman; Maybe it was the callous palms oftheir hands guiding me into homogenous citadels,expecting me to follow;butI did not follow suite. I wanted more than callouses.
The future is dark, Life is full of confusion, Look inside for light. -Amanda K. Jackson
Myself; As expansive as the ocean, Yet also a wanderer within its great depths. With no thought at all I flow with its motion, But resistance is found when I consider my breadth. Deeper than the submarines,
I killed myself again last night, with the psycho analysis of the friend at my side. And even though it kills to be so dismayed, I delay, I progress, and I delay further days.
Kindergarten  I chase you around the sandbox And just for a moment our eyes lock And you give me that big goofy smile  That says: let's just stay friends for the while 
At a glance I glimpsed something I couldn't comprehend A shimmer of light that deafened And Silenced All the shadows screeching from within And in that moment that I had I Stepped Out of an Ugly Skin
Lively, smiling I once use to be, Before a thing hit me called reality What was that? You don’t like what you see? That’s alright, I’ll change profusely. Oh, not to your interests either?
Letmego You conflict and inflict me. You suppress and depress me. Let me out. Surprise me and lie to me, Say I am not the warden. Not the prisonee, but prisoner.
Dazed and aloof, I twirled a strand attempting to appear like I had an ounce of care Until I realized how much I despised having to pry my hand from this nappy, untamed hair Is it wrong that I just hate so many of my parts
The strength of a man is his arms that protect you and keep you warm. It is his caring ways of the affection that he displays.
It come in an array of body sizes with a structure capturing other ethnicity eyes. Although in a negative disguise, a black woman’s butt was seen as a disgrace. Now look all over the place.
She sits. She breathes. She stares. Bedroom Window Incessant Rain Soft Greys Cloud-full skies Withering Trees Emptiness…
To resist an opportunity in the midst of our days by the sunlight catching the inner core, it holds weakens the penetration of the mind, the many splitting of the selves, the gold no one can take
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