TwistedInk

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The Road to my Life

I woke up this morning with a lot on my mind

This rode to my life has

DIPS

CURVES

BENDS

AND U-TURNS

I stay in my lane

Try and block my path and I will run your a*s over

Head held up

High off life

Sometimes it's a upper other times its a downer

Not afraid of that one bad pill that might end my life

I take them all A straight junkie

Hi, my name is TwistedInk and I'll O.D before I just give up

My sweet addiction floating through these days on clouds

1,2......

Damn how did I end up on Cloud9

Following spoken word like Dorothy followed the Yellow Brick rode

Except I'm not going back to Kansas

Leaving my past in the past never in reverse

I stay looking through my rear view never forgetting where I came from

But I'm surpassing that headed for Pluto in my future

Yeah I know Pluto isn't a planet

So what I'm out of this world

I as...

Who Am I?

Walking this road of self discovery a lost my mind a wounded soul Who am I? Where do I come from?

What is my true nationality?

I was told I was African American that my ancestors came from Africa tricked by the Europeans

ENSLAVED STOLEN BEATEN RAPED KILLED

stripped from their heritage and given a religion by force I was angry

Why has this happened to my people? Then I was told I was black Webster describes black as without light of darkness

Without light of darkness sounds like Webster's just called me a demon

Confused as to why I accepted such a title Because I have witnessed a person without light and trapped by the darkness I've seen the color black which is not the color I see

The mirror show the reflection of a brown woman

Brown define by mixing the colors Red Yellow and Black as of Darkwood or rich soil and I accept that

Yes I'm a mixture of the earth I just want to know what ingredients were added to m...

Puzzle Me

I put the pieces to my life together like a puzzle you never know which shape didnt fit until it was all ready there. But you rotate it a little bit and it just might fit. Some people look at this like it's a mistake but the mistakes we make sometimes put us exactly where we need to be. I'm a million pieces but one day I will be complete or maybe not I might lose a couple pieces no matter if I do you still get the picture and if you don't it doesn't matter anyway the puzzle wasn't mea

nt for youÂ rather my puzzle be dark and mysterious or bright and glorious the time it took to put it together rather it was spent with you or someone else the puzzle was still meant for me and it doesn't really matter what you interpret it to be because who are you to judge a picture of me

Could this be

Sing me a love song

Write me a letter

Tell me why you can't live without me

See I have been with the guys

Who never reached out for me

Never tried to grasp my inner beauty

Just satisfied with my outer shell

To look me in my eye would have been to much not many can handle the free spirit that runs through me pouring over like Angels falls

But yet they all want to be under my waterfall

To stand on the edge to feel the never ending stream of my love that they think themselves so deserving of

I want this but how many time does a girl have to hurt before the right one comes along

The Survivors

Sometimes we survive things

But we still feel like we have died

People tell you be happy that you lived

To see another day

How can you or anyone else who hasn't fought the battle I fought open your mouth to say I should be happy

Tell me what you think death is

And I will tell you what I know it is

You know those movie's when the ghost is mourning the death of her young child

She feels no new pain only the tortures

Moment of her life once ago

I walk that thin line and I realize I am dead to

Not from the pain of loosing a child but that of my childhood which was murdered and I relive those moments over and over

Just like that ghost I am dead and yet I am still roaming this earth

Crying out to the night sky to send a star down and save me

I Wonder

How do you move forward in life

When it seems like your past is always in your peripheral view

Ever change you make the upsets of your life appear

Out the corner of your eye you see it

But you blink a few times making it disappear

Just for the moment

But like a pimple it always comes to a head

Before it pops all all over your face

Like the F*CKING FOOD CHAIN

First your at the top

Next thing you know your carcass

Is being devoured by insects

The past is what shapes you

Pouring out of you like melted steel

Molding you into the person your supposed to be

But what if that Man or Woman is not who you want to be

Do you get to place yourself back under the fire

Meltdown and reshape again

I WONDER?

So you say

So you say she's a Hoe because she spreads her legs different ni**as in and out

NO KISS ON THE FOREHEAD

NO KISS ON THE CHEEK

Damned she must be some type of freak

Wait let me speak this b*tch so to speak is a confused little girl

Yes her a*s is fat

Yes she shaves her cat

But think about a time when her as* was flat and their was always this rat

Who always found away to creep in her room

NO KISS ON THE FOREHEAD

NO KISS ON THE CHEEK

Y'all not feeling me so watch me switch this up a bit

So you say his a thug because he's posted on the block

No love in he's heart for anything he's getting to the money selling drugs

GOTTA MAKE THIS PAPER

WATCH THIS YOUNG NI**A MAKE THIS PAPER

Mom's a addict for these ni**as she ain't worried about me it's four of us and I'm gone make sure we all eat

The Switch

Looking in this mirror I see a person I don't even know

She has my face

Her mouth and nose are mine

the fullness of her face belongs to me

But her eyes

Her eyes are not mines

I can't figure out if the fire in her eyes smoldered out

Or if its burning brighter than ever

Have I lost myself

Or came into the person that I was always meant to be

Is it a look of determination or a look of pure failure

She is like a game of poker

and the winner takes home millions

Unreadable

She has her cards so close to her chest

I wonder does she even know what she is holding

Has all my rash decision

Made my inner self not trust me

Has she given up on me

and decided to take over from here on out

Have I lost control

And then I look again and I see myself

My mind is playing tricks

Have I lead with my heart so much that my brain started keeping secre...

The eyes

They eyes stay sleep on The Queen

Seeing only a pretty face

A arm piece

Blind to the that she's a killer

To wrapped up in her beauty

The eyes never see the moves she's making

Her shapely thighs

The rising and falling full breast

The arch of her back

Seems like a invitation

She's a diamond stuck in stone

The eyes see her believing she's a prize

One's hands cannot resist the urge

To touch her

But touching her comes with a price

Not to get this confused

She's no call girls

She's a Queen remember that

Think of her as Madusa

She's a deadly hustler

Never mind the story over her turning

Men into stone

She like the thought of your family

Buying you a headstone

Getting rid of the men

Who wait in alleys for your wives

The family friend who preys on your daughters

Or the spineless stepfather who suppo...

paint on the walls

Talking to these walls A wounded solider Dirt and tears streak my face I am Angry I am Hurt Bleeding on the inside a unusual flow Only allowing these walls to see my pain I would rather die Than to let you see My pain Someone once said they would strip the paint from my walls I laughed because the coating is so thick it's impossible Did they really expect to see the blood on my walls To smell the saltiness of my tears To see the blackened parts from the mental and physical abuse This isn't a pity party So saver your "poor her" I'm just a lost soul searching for a savior These walls understand me Once the dry wall is set into place The plaster is added And then the paint is applied I use the same color No one will ever see The many times I have repainted burying the hurt with ever stroke of my brush Staying consistent is the key Sometimes I miss a spot And theirs always a foolish person Thinking I wouldn't have a Plan B In between the chipped pain...

The Road to my Life