You Get to Choose Whether You Die Once or Twice
There will come a time when we are laid to rest. Where our eyes close and life replays before us. Regrets no longer matter. Laughter is remembered. Betrayals can be forgiven. And acceptance of our death is spelled out in our eyes. The thought of where do I go when I die is no longer a thought, but a reality. And whether you’ve experienced this before will determine if you get to rest in peace. Because for too many, if you don’t grab hold of your purpose today, that won’t be the first time you die. You get to choose whether
Escaping Purgatory
I never knew a love story could end like this You had me mesmerized by your cadence and bliss You told me everything that made me feel better Made me believe in your false narrative that you would never Never harm me Never forsake me Never make me feel less than Whole time you were preying on my confidence To
Unclothed
Empathy wasn’t getting me no where Sacrificed myself to go ahead but very much still behind While the accolades continue I was withering and dying inside Deprived of what I deserved trying to stay attach to a soul that rejected me To the outside world I looked picture perfect And while I tried so hard to save the dying souls
Naked pt. 2
Dear my love, Don’t leave me behind trying to find who you are Neglecting me because you can’t seem to stop and breathe I promise you perfection will never put your mind at ease, So please just be Bow your head and ask god for the guidance of your needs And remember you only need the faith of a mustard
Naked pt. 1
They think they know me But I guess that’s my fault for starting to publish writings that align with my thoughts They think they know me Because I speak from my perspective As if I haven’t been writing scripts since I was a jit to let people into the realities of others’ pain Because when you’re that distant from the
What Happens When
What happens when a young black girl loses herself before she’s lived, Desperate for validation and self-gratification that she begins to live a lie, A life that wasn’t meant for her, We focus so much on them seeing themselves through our own eyes not realizing we are the first to demonize, What happens when we take their spirituality calculated into
Divorce
I’ve asked this bitch for a divorce going on 5 years now But somehow she finds a way to creep in and act as if we’re all good Then wants to bring up something from my past to make me feel less than what I am Like I understand I’ve made mistakes But bitch stop fucking with me then I
Black Man
When I stop to stare at you I see pure beauty, no lust or greed. The power behind your mere existence is enough to last for centuries. The dynamics of your prowesses I cannot explain. Black man you are something that shall not break. Black man your are more than the sex symbol they’ve made out of you More than
Abused Girl
I will never forgive the black community on how you handled sexual abuse It’s disturbing how okay you are with violations just because they have a relation to you You acted as if you couldn’t fathom how R Kelly’s victims stayed so their stories were made out to be untrue But how many of you still go to the family
My Black American Identity
My identity has been calculated into a falsity. Masked by a formality that my culture is “black”. If I come from a sadist who raped, tortured and mutilated me because I was that. My culture is technically the very opposite of “black”. They gave me Jesus to praise, the scraps of pigs to eat, shacks with no running water to
