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An Invitation into My Life Hello, hey baby, did I wake you from your sleep? I’m sorry, but what I have to say just won’t keep.
A mane untame like a horse,The frayed strands of my hair stays fully coarse.My hair is black and distraught and full of frizz,I only worsen my hair with the use of hairspray, Whizz!
Criticism and the remarks from those who dislike the passionate, Is the thing that they believe will lead to my downfall.   They are wrong, it is my
If I could look into your eyes deeply, see your soul Your baby soul. Like remembering my own; you'd know I love you forreal, embraced in a cradle. Admiring soul
Dear Change,   I used to embrace you. My young self loved you. You came often and always had a good outcome. Middle school, high school, softball teams. You were there for all of it.  
Two people.  Two very different people suddenly meet. One and the other see each other and finally make a conversation. It goes W E L L at least for one
They used to hold me softly when I started to break Like a thing made of fragile glass to be treated With the wariness and fear of the untouchable. But not you. You hold me in iron embrace,
But you creeped up on me, Silently.  You enveloped me in your arms, Holding me in a tight embrace.  Promise me you'll never let go.
Walking thousands of stepsMeasuring footprints left behind Stumbling blocksAnalyzingWalking through slippery roadsDead endsAscending mountains Descending Facing ephemeral seasons
Acknowledge and embrace the smell, the feel, and the taste. Understand: the power of the flower. The flavor is sour- diesel. On a cloud
With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty, 
You know what Darling? Throw away that makeup. Feel beautiful as you. Now this is not another one of those ones that is going to say acne is beautiful. That your flaws are perfection. No.
Long, frightening fingers of darkness stretch. My eyes I force shut. My soul it tries to fetch. The evasive sleep, Into a dark abyss I slip.
From the day you looked in the mirror you questioned your flaws ‘You’re a beautiful girl” replayed in your head but your eyes wouldn’t let you believe
Embrace Embrace yourself Embrace your glasses Embrace your personality Embrace your quirks Embrace everything you hate about your body Embrace everything you hate about yourself Embrace life
Black people, like paint swatches, come in an array of shades. We can be a deep, rich mahogany, a creamy, smooth caramel, a bold, mysterious ebony, or even a blend of the three.
My natural hair.   Long curly tresses that resemble that of a lion's mane. Oh how I remember the pain,   The pain of sittin' in that wooden chair as my momma combed my hair.
Selfies have become a form of art,
The world is its imperfections; Never faltering.   Fading... Into fixed memories, The world owes nothing  In our wake.   A whole becomes astray  In the midst of 
Do you ever stop and think, wow I love myself?  Well start loving yourself to the fullest Flaws and all, you are BEAUTIFUL Flawless? No. No one is flawless We are all beautiful We are all HUMANS
It's kind of weird being adopted. You become a part of someone's family. These people could just as easily been strangers passing by. And you are stuck in a world surrounded by people that look nothing like you
There are these things called flaws Do you like what you see There are these things called flaws Seen in you and me   Flaws we se see Oh what a shame Just differences
A Poem By: Eugene Al Bailey Jr.  
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true. Our apperance can be deciving, Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
Is love like a creation?, Is it like a sketch?, 
We tremble with failing fear We become blinded by the luciferous light;   Souls are devoured by the black night  Lives become lost in temptation;  
We tremble with failing fear We become blinded by the luciferous light;   Souls are devoured by the black night  Lives become lost in temptation;  
I'm about to spit you something lyrical Have you feeling spiritual Inspirational, sensational literacy I'll make it out the NOLA just wait and I'ma show you By attending college with my profound knowledge
Sometimes I have to ask, Why are humans such confusing little messes?   Our cry is to be authentic,
  Easy Rebecca Sidoti 2014  
i knew you were my hero
cold, crisp air the night sky, a  navy bluefabric specled with tiny dimonds streatching across the horizon your chest firm and warm on my chapped cheek chat presses against it
Thoughts flow
Not every day do you see a place like this Some call it a hole, others an abyss It appears to be a gateway to Hell Those who fall into it have a story to tell  
  The Sun is a man, I’m sure… Shining for me, and only me, in the morning, Sitting with me at the end of my day; Comforting me, sometimes consoling me,
Once upon a time, I tried to be like you.  I tried to act and look the same, and like the same things too.   I used to be your shadow, but now I've got my own. I am done being a copycat; today, I stand alone.
How do you know for sure this isn't the last time you are going to hold me tight and let me dance on your feet?
Life unlead is life a waste, Yours is your own, you set the pace Make your mark on the human race, Leave a mark, Make a difference, Live each day like your last The sun the flowers, the sky up high,
Shoes against pavement, Head towards the ground, Trying to keep out the noises, Trying to keep out the sound.
Embrace who you are, and you'll go far, don't live in fear, for then you won't see the world clear.
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