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I'm the helper.
Thats the role I play in society.
I'm the type of person who puts others before herself,
Who keeps the peace,
Who meets others expectations,
They called her a writer.
A witch.
A Manipulator of words.
Etching them into corners,
Onto walls,
Abandoned buildings,
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
Love is a very powerful word,
But today we toss it around carelessly because the lines are blurred,
Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t even know my middle name,
You all are followers
You seem to forget identity.
You all are in search of conformity
You seem to settle with docility.
Opinions are not for sale
They have gone out of style.
I am who I am
And I want to have sex
You’re telling me no
But my body says yes
Society built an image
Tall, thin and pretty
A lovely day,
Dull yet gay,
For a peace
Prevailed.
But all was gone
In the blink of an eye.
I walk among a crowd,
All moving in one direction.
To the right, to the right, to the right,
They chanted.
Suddenly I saw a person stopped walking,
So I stopped and thought for a second.
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
We as blacks
Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs
Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies
are a curse to our soul
We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
I am an American Born and raised
But Society tells me that my race was enslaved.
"WAS" I say
Because obviously we still are
To me we are everything but by far.
Its a shame i'm seeing more coffins then diplomas
More babies, more mothers, no fathers just sperm donors
And life just don't Condon us to reach for those personas that developed into careers with fancy houses and chandlers.
