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I'm Strong

When the tears come down my eyes

I’m strong

When I feel those butterflies

I’m strong

When I feel like telling lies

I’m strong

When the unexpected leave my side

I’m strong

If the struggle makes me sigh

I’m strong

When they feel otherwise I’ll rise…

Secret Thoughts

Wondering mind not knowing how deep the memory it keeps

Reminiscing in silence or being discreet of the power in me,

That may appear weak at 1st when it’s a seed,

But strong;

Taking heed of gender in this world, but adapted then grew

Past a boy or a girl in adolescents from spiritual presence

My thoughts, then words, are manifested

A voice that seemed frozen it uttered, “You’re Chosen”…

Shyt is what it is

‘Shyt’ is what it is ‘cuz’, I ain’t gonna front; I miss how it was.

I’m trying to forget the small stuff

The creepin’ n sneakin’ started when I was young

Ya’ll remember catch a girl freak a girl? So much fun

is what it is hun, baby, lover, and friend

Names don’t tend to matter to you, huh?

Runnin’ game rockin’ my world all the same

Then go back home to her or him

Well if that’s the way you want it then.

Shyt is what it is; it’s a sure thing ‘fam’

What you eat don’t make me, so why you trnna’ break me?

Gotta shake these feeling while down, but I’ll come up

And they’ll be around, the hunnies & hommies

Like they should, shyt is what it is

And it’s all good…

Sad but real

Can you see the struggle? Poverty; Family dying no one caring

Only me crying, and fighting steady trying to be a leader,

While my foolish enemies mumbling “We don’t need her”, Lord

Give me strength through the struggle

You wonder why my anger strikes like thunder

Shyt crazy, I hear I look like a man, But don’t hate me

Because I’m someone she could never be

Finesse, good looks, I’m real

A ‘G’

It all came at a high price for me, If you had to endure what I had to get it

You’ll say it’s yours you keep it and live it; Money, sex, and cars that’s nice

Not searching for materials I’m searching for life,

And I could share but you wouldn’t receive

My cross was carried alone you never believed

Just God and I, not you and me

At once I was blind, but now I can see

Fireside

Political units being running by woman

Consisting of mothers and children

Planning for future decisions

Yes

Planning strong independent living

For woman the most dangerous thoughts to men

Having their woman giving opinions

Being seen and not heard is not a tradition

It stands strong and consistent

We rather have a black male president over

Hillary Clinton

Still woman the minority;

Planning our lives must be priority of higher sides.

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Absent from the wisdom of awareness

 She and I have been strangers

Unaware of the long rest,

Laziness and procrastination

I feel tricked

I hear the laughter

And see the stares,

Unfortunate whispers of peers

Digging myself in deep

And deeper into my dreams

Fantasies

Catering my wants more than needs

Held back

Hated

And misused

Like most of the greatest

I feel honored

My demise has been planned

And I’m alive

I strive. 

-J

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Places of mediocrity

Levels of ordinary,

Commonness

Seems easy to resist

Its exceptionalism

I am exceptional

Not limited by statistics

Not settling for less

Not excepting your perception of me 

Try putting me in a box

I’m coming out

Like Diana Ross

Like a class at recess

I’ll be running for the door 

I’m coming to make money

And a better life

So be it

I am your fight 

I’m bout that living

While reminiscing,

And planning to be seen different…