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Underneath my skin and under the bubbling turmoil,
It speaks to me in hidden whispers
It wails and weeps
Underneath there lies a world of sorrow
It craves love and warmth
veiled by the fog
Underneath my skin and under the bubbling turmoil,
It speaks to me in hidden whispers
It wails and weeps
Underneath there lies a world of sorrow
It craves love and warmth
veiled by the fog
I am Melanin
Got melanin?
I do, and why is that such a bad thing?
My hair is kinky; my nose is big.
I no longer wish to wear extensions,
Most of the time, we cover up what we don't like about ourselves
whether it be our life, the way we look, or hey...maybe even our smells.
I am a victim of it too, I put on makeup almost every day
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
I am tired of living.
I wished I lived in one of those fantasy lands where everything is great.
But who doesn’t.
Who am I kidding myself.
It’s not like it would make me feel any better.
Born with a story,
that includes all my woman ancestor's strength
that co-habits with my own.
I stand by what i believe is worth crying over
and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
Your sterotypes are almost correct,
Though not quite precise
Here
Let me tell you about Fried Chicken,
Because it takes more to get it right.
You need salt and pepper
Seasoning salt…
out of a garden, a garden filled with rows,
of assorted roses, a dandelion grows.
pricked and looked down upon, the dandelion hides,
waiting with patience for somone to find
We focus too much on things that do not matter. A meaningless focus equates to a meaningless result
Was there ever more a morning in July,
Were a pair embraced
A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly
M'lord was that love,
Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind,
If so be it
M'lord
I love thee
Oh, the things I've done,
Working before dawn, midnight doubles for fun,
College is helpless when you're an immigrant's son.
Oh, the things I've done,
License expired so the bus is a must,
My passion isn't like any other
My passion is the kind of passion
that doesn't point its finger but its palm
It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm
therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
He told me I was beautiful
we talked all day
he listened to my problems
laughed at my jokes
Love...you know, the thing that makes people blind
All the while, you become more beautiful everyday
But maybe thats just in my eyes...
There is a mountain if front of every one of us when we are born,
Each one a different size,
Your shoes will get worn, your clothes will be torn,
But you must get to the top to reach the prize.
It’s so confusing seeing with a deaf mind.
Wanting to take action, but afraid of what might occur.
Craving the embrace of your world, but shying away with fear of being hurt.
Faces of cursoriness, envy, hope, and excitement controls the room
Wanting deeply to get the latest
Some are trying to get a promotion on their first day
Well respected eyes gleam of desire to be the one in all elitism
