detroitfred
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY detroitfred
TofuFake it till you make it |
One dayOne day I'll wake up My goals will be different My dreams will be smaller I'll have a new vision I'll try wine instead of liquor Chardonnay instead of Hennessey Occurrences over tendencies More vivid and less subliminal imagery One day I'll wake up One day Maybe |
Wise WordsI'm not going to see the light all the times |
Hunting SeasonIt's that time of the year where you stalk your prey |
AlarmThey always told me the sky is the limit |
RepititionIt started with a drink A drink lead to a dance A dance made me think My thoughts led me to you You were suddenly my intoxication I'd take shots of your words until I was poisoned. Gallon after gallon I'd drink until I couldn't And when I'd throw up I felt unknown relief So I when I threw up I went back to that drink And went back to that dance And found solace in you My poison, yet my relief The good nights, and my grief |
SisterI never knew my sister hurt as much as she did Sticks and stones break bones but my words broke her ribs She can't breathe she's oppressed and I don't give her a chance I try to dumb her down every time she tries to take a stance Her looks aren't good enough, she's not as light as I want her I want them light damn near white, with all the hate of our culture Repeat 1000 times, all over social media Put it on magazines, album covers, when she turns the TV on I'd drive her into a corner of confliction with inner-self The black boy has become the downfall of her health The institutionalized thoughts are like cancer within societies Telling her beauty is one color and never in other varieties Tell my sister I'm sorry, my mother is of resemblance How could I say that she's ugly when beauty's truly melanin? How c... |
HeartbeatYou don't have to tell me you hate the things I do; At the end of the day, I'll still be me; As long as I stay strong willed behind the plots I construe; Than in my mind I'll remain trapped and free; Being me is more than being different; For I have longed to be the same at times; But in that dark hour I could only listen; To the loudest bass of my life's rhymes; This beat growing, emerging, erupting; Telling me I am still here; But if my path wanders, I'm surely unlucky; For my conscience will now live in fear; I live and die for myself only; I'm selfishly selfless, though, at times; Because when that dark hour strikes and I'm lonely; I only have my inner rhyme. |
LionA gazelle alone is nothing to a lion The lion is the king for that reason But one day the gazelles took cubs and raised them as lion hunters Now lions are conflicted while gazelles run freely Lions are conflicted as gazelles laugh like hyenas A lion should not be raised as a gazelle The lion is of its own royal essence And with the lion knowing that it is royal Why don't we? Why must we kill our own for the gazelles amusement? |
MirrorWhy do you look at me that way? |