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Loving Without Measure Power and Lovecombined.Words are smootherthan a lightly fallen feather.No more scattered storms.No more overbearing weather.He wraps me up in his shelter. After waiting so longfinding my protector.I am a great woman, butyou
Bananas at Midnight
My head likes to whisper to me all the things that I can never go back to.
She never lets me forget that
Time doesn’t just pass
Once upon a time ago
I thought life could be easy.
Look at me
I’m lower
Than the sunken place
I feel like I’m lost at sea
Once upon a time ago
I thought life could be easy.
Look at me
I’m lower
Than the sunken place
I feel like I’m lost at sea
With a lot of luck
In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions
I am one of the ones con mucha suerte.
With a lot of luck
In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions
I am one of the ones con mucha suerte.
With a lot of luck
In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions
I am one of the ones con mucha suerte.
With a lot of luck
In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions
I am one of the ones con mucha suerte.
With a lot of luck
In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions
I am one of the ones con mucha suerte.
Reordering my priorities.
Like what comes first
and what comes last.
Time is moving
and it's way too fast.
Reordering my priorities.
I've travelled a lot, all across the world. Although I've never been outside my homeland. I've never been on a plane, but I've seen oceans and deserts, and the hustling cities, from a quiet rooftop.
I know I am on the right path because I am not willing to betray My True Self.
I will no longer let others define who I am meant to be
I will no longer negotiate my integrity.
Seen the extremes of beauty
When I saw my mother smiling
I was the star of your eyes
Mom, look where I am now
It is a different matter to remain silent
Yet those who are great remain great
Seen the extremes of beauty
When I saw my mother smiling
I was the star of your eyes
Mom, look where I am now
It is a different matter to remain silent
Yet those who are great remain great
Coming back to this floor where I lay
on a house with broken bones.
one year has gone by since I laid
and fathomed what it would feel like to leave this behind
It's the ending of a tale; it's the beginning of one
It's the rendering of a piece unsung
It's the frayed passing of thrones
From a grandmother's knackered spine
To the mother's stubborn bones
Family
They are everything
To the outsider, we are perfect.
No rough edges. No problems. No imperfections.
No one sees the internal workings of a broken machine.
things that fall;
joy
ambition
people
opportunities
prides
petals
teardrops
raindrops
eyelids
shadows
time
the sun and the moon,
tides
stars.
I would lie awake at night while everybody else slept
I would play games with the ceiling
I would crouch on the bathroom floor waiting
I was born 4/20/1969 I made my mother moan as I slide right out of her meat pocket. She was the first women I would ever make moan. I lived a simple life besides my massive fucking peen.
Once when I was young
I dreamed to be old
To be a be a big girl
And finally face the world
But then I grew up
And learned pretty quick
Being an adult
Isn't that great
From time to time Inside this heart of mine
I stare into the mirror To see clear
For the very first time In the depths of my obscure mind
We begged Dad to stay home
The memory of mothballs and butterscotch candy
Already choking us
Even a nine and a ten-year-old know
There is a sort of relief
As a child I knew life wasn’t perfect,
had to survive most day
a lot of things I went through I didn’t deserve it!
This is a letter to my unborn, sorry that you couldn't see the world in human form. Can't plant you seeds but I still adore. Cause it ain't easy when you nigga poor.
My past is my yesterday,
not better than my today,
You never want to leave in it,
but you learn lessons from it.
When Life Was Simple
Your old man is turning 50 like mine
But I won’t be there to sing tonight
He used to say when I’d visit everyday
