Character
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The sublime beauty of woman
bearing the sorrow of her clan
Heart cloaked in unseen sorrow
Hoping for a sweeter morrow
Holding the tears as you weep
Softly in your mind to keep
I have not written a letter
like this in a long time.
It really has been a long time.
I have been thinking about
what to say, how to say it,
Don't define someone by what they do.
Nor should you identify a person by how they think.
Judge not by the color of one's skin or their racial and ethnic background.
Don't define someone by their disease.
First time in college,
I learn to adapt the surroundings
and the life as a college student,
where good comes in to play with me,
I can donate and have fun with other people.
All this time I’ve livedin another reality.All I did was giveand I was happy.
My reality is notwhat you would expect.But I wasn’t taught to not let it affect.
A mountain compared to the girl
Towering so far above her
She swears the moon dips right below it
Hammer in one hand, chisel in the other
She moves forward on the whispers
I have taken life I cannot giveI have pulled the veil of past shadows over meTo search for peace I have taken and cannot findBut still I reach, searching amongst distorted memories of what I must be
Mathaya,
I, your author, write
To encourage you for the
Coming days ahead.
My main character
Is you; you’ll learn hard lessons.
You’ll come through each one.
My momma taught Me
That no matter how long the journey is
Parents will leave you to your fate
She also told me
That no matter how long the journey is
Father and mother will jilt you
From the African jungles,
to the ancient African temples;
Why do we praise Shakespeare?
We see as the water ripples,
our people once shook speares.
Remember, Africa created art.
Who am I?
Do I let you define me, no!
It's my heart and soul that carries me.
I am resilient and full of character.
i am who i am
Anger calls out to you, and addresses you with full confidence
Needing that aggression to feel accepted, feeling out of place otherwise.
Without us, you would not be here
Standing on the now polluted ground
Without us, you would always fear
Of what might happen if you are found
Without us, you cannot see
The joyful things that are here today
Opportunities aren’t abound for women like me
My face has been stepped on
My history utterly destroyed
They haven’t fared well
If one can imagine them left in my position at birthIf our lives were switched
The hours, the preparation, the blood, sweat and tears
All for that one moment
Recognition.
As the audience claps and cheers at the performance pure
Ecstasy consumes me.
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
One day I walked onto a stage
I read a few words from the page
I didn't know I could act
That was a fact
But that's what I did from that age.
My newfound love I could not flee
Can I Get A Story
I am Black and American
Yet I am labeled as white
And not because I bite
Flawless: without any mistake, blemish, shortcoming, or imperfection
They say nobody's perfect, but are they imperfections if I'm in love with them?
One day you are going to wake up and notice that you should've tried. You are worth the fight. Stop the Negative as well as start the positive. Vast things happen when you distance yourself from the negative.
when I am feeling down, but not feeling music I get my radio then I tune it, I throw my hands in the air and wave like I just dont really care.
I anxiously await the day
My novel is confirmed to play
To invade your minds
With my tantalizing words
For my characters to wound
To uplift, to hurt.
For the hours I've spent
In silence to toil
I am beautiful.
I walk with my head up.
No looking to the left or the right of me.
Nobody could bring me down
I am my own person.
I am courageous.
Flashing gems mount the noble crown
Dashing passions paint the milky gown
Pulsing plights sound within the hue-ringed hole
Convulsing fashions taint the beautiful soul
I live, breathe, and aspire
To be the one to inspire
And hopefully, someday lead
To see how, please continue to read
Pride, honor, and glory
This is what makes a story
They talk about college
As voluble as can be
"We just want to grow up and
We accept this with glee!"
You came with a warning label
All you think about is your life,
If I could change one thing
I would end discrimination based on race.
It's not about our skin color
We're all the same.
Colleges ask you to state your race
But why does that matter?
People are trying to be the next big thing,
trying to out do the each other like we are in a race,
conforming to what we think the world wants,
Things going through my head
gasping for air.
Chills running all over my body
thinking why me
Its my choice
Should of listen but i didnt
Should of cared but i didnt
I was an ass.
I was shy but an ass.
When I worked up the courage to talk,
all this gross undeserved arrogance would spill out like:
"I'm probably smarter than you."
Why is it that in today’s society we are still not all looked at equally?
Why is it we get judged or profiled by our age, sex, and ethnicity?
I shaped a universe today,
just a little more than I had the day before.
I added rain on another planet,
far from the plot,
and though the souls on earth will never see the rain,
they will feel it.
The life that we live
Can dictate our character
Our actions today
And the ways we serve others
Can help us find who we are
The power of words, is awesome to behold.
They build and they break, they furl and they fold.
A simple word, empowers a man,
Or throws his hopes, his dreams in the can.
Such simple devices, such miniscule tools,
You start off small, you are nothing
New territory, new experiences, new chapter of life
Feeling empty and alone, but you are not
All that hard work paying off
Progression and changes
Comfort and confidence
Character is something that is fought for, not developed in a single day, not won in a single fight. Character is born when you place the persons of others above yourself in the realization of their importance.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity
Is it real, does it even pertain to me?
Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain
Something some feel is the need to gain.
Unable to wrap my mind around all the people behind in my life
All those people in the pages
Names in the contents
Chapters of my life and writers of my character
All those people
History to what is me
The long and painful march stopped by the batons and dogs,
Some attempted to flee, while others struggled brutally,
Jim Crows counts his days; be hanged by the rope of justice,
