"I see no color..."
In history books"We are equal..." During war time "There is no such thing as race..." Unless you're filling out an application "No one is born a racist..." No one is born anything, yet they are taught & mimic what they seeBlah blah blah... Quote the white man's word And they misconstrued with misconceptionFilled with deception deflecting our main objective Lies so recklessNoose as our necklaces I can go on and on... But let me finish singing this song "We shall over come"F**k outta here, we built this nation! They should get the f**k outta hereExcuse my language...I'm just on my black panther sh*t! One fist!
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2b2b2 says: Yesss....feeling this pain....thanks for sharing....Respect...ONE |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY CocoAbeni
Beautiful StormThe Holy Spirit has song soothing lullabies to my soul. Like the calm before the storm but the only wrath to be thrown, is calmness over my soul. Inhale. Exhale. Relaxation covers my mind & down to every nerve in my spine. The more I let go & trust God, a wave of calmness enters my mind & infiltrates my thoughts with hope. Even in the mist of the storm, I walk in the eye of the storm. Everything is twisted, thrown around in the air. It's a spiritual warfare...evil spirits are trying to attack. But I keep my eyes held high...while my feet follow in the eye. Realizing being powerless is where the true power lies. "Just stand still & stay in the eye." Dare not look behind, everything has been destroyed. If you step out in the storm, you can easily become destroyed. Perspective is what you make it. The storm ...  |
One Fist"I see no color..." In history books"We are equal..." During war time "There is no such thing as race..." Unless you're filling out an application "No one is born a racist..." No one is born anything, yet they are taught & mimic what they seeBlah blah blah... Quote the white man's word And they misconstrued with misconceptionFilled with deception deflecting our main objective Lies so recklessNoose as our necklaces I can go on and on... But let me finish singing this song "We shall over come"F**k outta here, we built this nation! They should get the f**k outta hereExcuse my language...I'm just on my black panther sh*t! One fist! |
Dear writer,Nothing is in your way but you. Don't let fear encapsulate you
Write freely, write beautifully...Nothing is more creative than one's imagination.
Painting pictures only with words, everyone is not blessed with such gift. But at times it can feel like a curse..
You wonder who will take the time to read..You understand that reading & comprehending is a beautiful craft, that the imagination is more powerful than any movie you've seen, but it seem as few & few only still believes...
Or maybe its your mind playing hopscotch with fear. Afraid that your writings will never be read
But you realize that you're writing from within, to release boggled emotions, to inspire, to motivate..to relive special moments
The power in creating a story with words, is beyond one's imagination.
Promise me that you will...Write u... |
One LifeLife is a privilege, thats why I'm grateful I got one. Life is an experience, I live, I learn. No regrets but only lessons learned. Twenty years on earth, but my life still hasn't begun. I have dreams to fulfill, goals to accomplish, and plans to maintain. When I leave this earth, I want my name to remain...As the greatest of them all, the one who never fall or failed to achieve success to succeed. I'm determined to to win but also lose, becoming who I want, I will choose. Yeah, I understand life doesn't go as planned, but I rather have a map...then go out into this cold world empty hand. My future is blurry but I'm going to brighten it up, just give me a lighter and a plan...I bet they will never understand my ambition to win. This is my life, I will not be a statistic, I have to be different. That's my biggest fear to be another victim of this cruel and crazy world Or to b... |
RevolutionRevolution! No, enough fightingEnough fighting for a system we were never designed for A lock & a key...it was fitting to wellNow the only key a black male can access is the key to his cell. Mentally, Physically we are locked up from trying to rebel. Lets understand that the understanding will never be understood. It doesn't mean that we are not worthy..they just like us better when we chillin' in the hood & destroying our own neighborhoods! Rebellious so they can accept us..acceptance from a system that constantly fails us. It seems so ironic..like "So the last will be first, and first will be last"In God's will we will keep lasting...Oppression- oppressedRepression- repressed Our mental state has been altered so much that we hate our own selves, oppressed to the unrecognizable. We should really reconsider this revolt to fit into this system..No revolution eq... |
Baby BirdPensive, she prefer.
Baby bird in a nest.
Feeling of inequality, not greater than, equal to less.
Engraving greatness in her flesh, like a fresh brand...
Brand. Brand.
They label you anyways.
Hard work unnoticed..
Girl good, but girl really bad
Self intentions, not to mention..train of thoughts on another dimension.
Different. Weird.
Everything not normal.
Power from a Higher Power
On some superhero sh*t.
Only villain staring at her is across from the mirror.
Villain is Robin, so interchangeable.
Holding her down, it depends, could be good or bad.
Expectations so high, even on low days...lazy days. ... |