We: black people are a movement, a culture. We are more then eyes and lips, or the curves of the jaw. GOD hand painted all women which are colored with every tinge. We are every shade of the rainbow, we are realistically the only true color painted a win. We naturally darn blond hair and green eyes and we within our own culture are often despised by those that hate the light from within. We look from the inside when they claim a white friend. Lite eyes run through the core of me, hazel or gold, it's not all done in self hated because its subjective and when I birthed it I wasn't considering your determined worth as my goal. We are a mix of cultures which make beauty sublime. We pour in heritage and it's a gold mind we'd find. Evolution says we stir up the pot pour in hair texture as freedoms been bought, you left us out. These black women like those described forever get omited by black hate, as to that those of us truly like this, a nose that points like a tip with those eyes not so rare a shades of what ever are simply dismissed. We don't all have wide noses or dark brown eyes. We wants to be represented as well not judged for our size. Lite skin girl. Brown skin girl. Cream colored girl, dark skin girl. Moca girl. You got this world. It starts with loving us beyond the skin we in, your beautiful.
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Kingqadardwon' says: Powerful, inspiring and profound capture! Keep up the great work. |
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1ldvirtue says: Thank you |
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love_supreme says: I like this poem. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY 1ldvirtue
The SailCan you be my safe haven. My reason to pull back the mass. I want you to be my port of call. When the tide rolls in can you be the lighthouse of my mind? Will you captain my ship steering it as it carress the majesty of each mornings unadulterated shore line. Do you have the skills to survive the deadliest of Storms. Will we in the refuge of my bay be capable of the maneuvering of emotions cradle the crew keeping all aboard safe. Can you read the map as longitude sets the tone of each cruise and latitude perdicts the crossing of destination unknown until the meddling the merging which is were I may land with you.  |
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I hate himI HATE HIM BECAUSE HE COULD NOT BE WHAT I NEEDED HIM TO BE, I know it sounds silly, and I sound spoiled but for some reason men seem to think that sex is the thread that keeps a relationship bound together, when it is the integrity of the man not even the intelligence of a man, I don't know what ignorant woman makes a mans lack of integrity okay, and how intelligent would A MAN need to be not to questions the validity of such a thought, it was created by some deprived female that does not realize that a lack of integrity is cancerous to a man soul, it is like you taking his free will and tossing all his dreams away, and as bad as companionship is needed a man that is not whole is not a man at all, and a woman that is not motivating him to be more then the moment they met is not a woman that is flowing in her purpose, she has no ideal of the WISHES she can evoke, she is unaware of the dreams she can help him paint, the vision she can help HIM TO create, she in not conscious to her... |
Show upGet up, Show up, be present in the gift the presence is. I mean really be there involved and connected to the moments so that you can recall even the smallest detail which can be as simple as a frown or another straighting your Crown. Say what you feel but always speak in love because for must the difference in a sisterhood or an enemy can be found and felt in an authentically given hug. So show up for you. Show up for me. Show up for us. See the we that together we will be. One is a group of two or more where we show up to repair the scars that come war. Where we fell and got up again. Found what we share to embrace an end. So get up and involve your light. Revive the vision that trade what was from day to night. Live the moments like they are the last knowing none are promised but when wasted can't be brought back. |
To my younger selfTo my younger self Slow down, Listen for the whispers in the direction of your thoughts. Refuse to entertain pain taking in consideration that experience earned is never lost as good advice given must come as knowledge gained. Remember the colors change when the lights come on and being part of the solution is the only way to right a wrong. Speak your truth. Never succumb to the status quo because you are more than the skin you rock and the things others think they know. You are not a square but a star others are attempting to push into a box. Most refuse to understand the unique swing of my God spun all natural loxs Younger self I apologize to you. If I had known the thing I know, I'd taken better care of you. So girl let's start the journey over again with all new point of view I apologize |
Bringing her out of the DarknessSome time you just need to stop. Moving without breathing is more than refusing to exhale. Searching for meaning at my age feels like wading through hell. Some think they understand when the problems not you. It's hard to see beyond the pain felt by others when to struggles is all two can do. Superficial smiles decorate photos that creep in past dawn. It was Me trying to catch you with two broken arms. I stood alone across from a maze like a rat caught in a trap where all I desire is for a better day. Like the days in my dreams where I get my heart fulfilled and I awake from this nightmare to anything real. I wanted him more than I wanted myself. To be with him I placed my dreams on a shelf. I pushed down my hopes. I barrier them deep. I have outstretched my arm into the darkness but my wish is far from reach. I heard myself say it would never be me than I lost my way because I allowed my other to lead yet he was leading me down a road filled with holes and with him as my example I ... |
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