This great big smile may not be as it appears, the truth behind its presence is a mystery
Look Into my eyes...although you may not see no tears, you can tell that theres been a past historyMany sleepless nights feeling down and depressed, thinking about my past and my lifetime regretsAs i put on my makeup, fix my weave and take a glanceIn the mirror...i must admit, im not impressedWho do i think im fooling? This chick aint me!This smile aint real, this just cant be!!Im letting past taunts get the best of me& im crying deep inside, but no1 can see!All they see is a smile thats been forced on my faceNo1 seems to have a clue about the torment ive faced& it really doesnt matter how gorgeous they say...That i am, i will always be unsure anywaysBeautiful? Please..boy save that ishCause' way back in the day they aint say that ishI remember when they used to call me names and ishI aint gon lie, it still haunts me to this day and ishSo yes i admit.. Im a little insecure..and yes feeling pretty is a challengeIf i could view life through the eye of the beholder my self esteem would rise above averageNo im not perfect.. Im Far from that, and yes i have a couple impuritiesIve got to stop worrying bout all of that, and learn to secure my insecurities
Jah Lyrix
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Jordanta says: Good write, very well laid out |
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2b2b2 says: The Look of Victory....that is what this write tells me...thanks for sharing....ONE |
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Poteic Justice says: Beautiful!!! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Jah Lyrix
"Jewels of the night"Land of the free, home of the brave Land full of greed and poisonous snakes Some of us free, but most of us slaves Enough to make dr.king turn over in his grave No we aint got it made, all in these chains and shackles Social media back lashes, brainwashed in acid Instead of moving forward were taking 10 steps backwards Unaware of being whipped, cant even hear the crackles...damn shame I cant even recognize my own brothas, in tight clothes like a woman, killin each other like its nothin..damn shame That i cant even recognize my sistas, hair extensions brazillion, true identity concealed this just cant be real But it is, sorry to say, we rather treat each other like prey and stand in line for jays Be real s, and bad es, but neglect our brains But whos to blame? Us, but it dont have to be this way With enough self love there will be no hate We got to step up our game, and stop b...  |
"pheonix"Faint memories of flying, but don't recall having wings I look to the sky to remind me, yet i can't remember a thing Episodes of ecstasy , vivid images of freedom, something this life just doesn't give me, but in my memory...i believe I was once there without a care, without a worry Without pain, without tears, every spirit has a story A story lost of time, a time capsule to remind, located in the center of the mind that you cannot find if you are blind..i believe Im closer than i've ever been before, to my original form in which my connection has been torn Lets reunite and ignite like a flame in the night, warm..that's all i hope for, i'm not the same without my core Who was i before life? That is what i aim to be Introduce me to a life that they cannot take away from me That mastermind behind my mind and the vision behind my eyes, please... Don't judge me for trying to be what alot of folks are afraid to be..... Alive To the point that not even... |
"Black berry"The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry the deeper the wounds The sweetest of fruits, they fiend for our juice So they squeeze and they squeeze till were wrinkled like prunes Freed from our roots, aint got a clue where we started All we know is the hands from which we were picked, and the bowl we've been washed in Sold to the public, displayed at the market Used and abused for someone else to profit Black berry....do you remember your bush? Before it was trimmed, do you remember your roots? Do you remember at all being planted in groups? Not bagged up, in competition for some hungry man to choose....us They don't care about your beauty..no They don't care about no unity...no They don't care about what we used to be..no they don't care about you and me They don't care about our roots all they know is we make one hell of a fruit So beautiful and smooth.. enough for some hungry man to choose....US Black... |
The forever questIn a moment of extasy he plunges deep into her atlantis In hopes to find remains of a lost civilization of her pastWondering what they felt once upon a time between her thighsSearching slowly making sure he wouldnt miss a stroke by swimming too fastIn 90 degree weather hes as cold as antarticaOnly showing emotion when hes strokin warmed by the flesh of a womanA feeling so good he couldnt notice the painIn his chest, with no regrets..he expects good sex to numb itFirst kiss to her lips, imagining hes kissed her millions of times beforeAnd that he wakes up in her arms every morningHoping to see his soul in an assortment of eyes..but never sees nothingSo on his heart layers of ice begins formingHe climaxes his frustration Releasing sweet moans and whimpersHis pride wont let him cry, so he ejaculates his demise in her open mouthThen rolling over holding her close wondering if this one wou... |
"oh, belle ombre"At night as i lay in bed alone with the vacant half of my bed cold...i drift
Elevating towards the ceiling replaced by the entire galaxy above my exposed and naked body...he is
Trapped inside my shadow ,though i cant touch him i can feel the warmth
As it moves around my body gently clinging to its source
My eyes twinkled just a bit as the stars stained my pupils..they shined
Like diamonds in a river on a bright and early morning..its shape and texture defined
Sublime it was indeed to find out this was all just a dream
Which i would soon wake up to notice that all along ive been asleep
To travel through my conciousness in desperate hopes to find my shadow
In the image of a king or in the image of a pharoah
Missing the way it protected me and put my mind ... |
"Love is"Love is a weapon, like hate is deception
To kill with kindness, the ultimate test
Theres a method to the madness
To love despite the odds, to keep on giving fron the heart
Its hard to except sometimes, its nore than the heart can take
It can make your spirit break
There is no force on this earth that can defend against its mighty force
Sooner or later hate will give in and the victory is yours
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"Slaughter for the kill"Like a herd of cattle in a feild So is the slaughter for the killA sacrafice to take a life, power hungry, for self onlyTo fight this war we cannot winA chess game tragedy, the reason is a mysteryLike a pawn with a gun, will i be the one?What will we gain when the past is the same?Some things will never change |
"Hands up, dont shoot"I surrender! I surrender!!
I have nothing that can harm you
Tell me what is it about me that poses
As a threat to you armed fools?
I may have broke the law...then again i
Couldve been innocent
If youre here to serve and protect, why do you seem to lack diligence
You have tasers, you have batons, tell me...why resort to murder?
All these unnecessary slayings just for reasons thats unheard of
Though i couldve done wrong, i certainly did not deserve this
You couldve put me in a squad car with cuffs smacked around my wrists
But while i stand here with my hands up, dont shoot!! Dont shoot!!
You may label me a criminal, but lets not forget i am human too
I do not have a weapon, what could i p... |
"Nation under fire"I woke up out my sleep to a stench in the air I cried, i choked, but couldnt figure out whereWhere the smell was coming from..in my house? On the streets?Thats when i opened up the door and saw flames in the treesto my surprise these...were the same trees from my dreamsOnly difference is i could not see the strange fruit taking place of its leavesAs i did in my dream...a fruit so rottenI could smell fire,mixed with blood, mixed with tears, mixed with cottonThe same smell from my ancestors whos long been forgotten Im seeing faces in the smoke of neferneferauten and akenautenOnly a memory,just a memory of a time we reigned royalI close my ears to loud sobs coming from underneath the soilWhere bodies lay...millions...and that too was on fire..Its getting hard to breathe, and im starting to get tiredAs i continue to walk the block, i get a glimpse of iraq...that ignited like a bomb... |
joy & rainhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcomw78UPD4&feature=youtube_gdata_player |