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The green lands on the floor,
Surrounded by bountiful trees all over.
You listen, you can hear, you can see,
But what is this exactly?
there’s nothing like a summer evening
hair loose and feet bare
dumb grins and happy stares
the sun hits the air just so
and the world glows
I'll make a castle out of you,
Walls of bones and love and laughter,
And I'll live forever after,
And you won't even know,
As they sink you in the pit,
As your lungs dry and turn black,
Paradise
By: Noah Duncan
Sun in the sky
The blue water looks clear
I can feel the rush of the tropical breeze
Men and women of different hues sing songs
Songs of freedom and justice
Paradise
By: Noah Duncan
Sun in the sky
The blue water looks clear
I can feel the rush of the tropical breeze
Men and women of different hues sing songs
Songs of freedom and justice
Oh, powerful Sun
Illuminated still
Like a plant, I reach to you
’til I’ve had my fill.
So, I flower & I fruit
& make aromatic scents
with my skin living in
perpetual radiance.
Oh she too dark.
Oh she too picky.
Oh she too skimpy.
And her hair looks nappy.
But she looks at herself...
And she thinks happy.
She ain’t wimpy.
More so
Out here getting
Concrete jungles and,
Life without struggles
Hunting for cuisine with,
Sharpened green
Traveling rolling canoes on,
Dark gray routes
Girls are meant to be the assistant in a magic show
Better seen not heard
We should appear and disappear like the bunny out of your hat
or the dove from your cloak.
We have to change into whatever you want...
I've seen a lot of red
The first when leaving my mom on the first day ever
Running downstairs to show dad
Excitement, not fear, not nearves
I was too young then
Bloody noses, bloody knees
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.
On the back porch looking out of the screen
There is beauty that is before my eyes, with
The green hills that span miles and miles.
A Southern Delicacy
The gusts of wind through the trees sound like laughs and gasps of ecstasy
the sharp grasss grabs at my back
to keep me grounded next to roots of trees
Then I hear the bugs buzz behind my ears
Help me,
with a Clarity of Feeling.
Naturally,
as much as we can,
I must feel it.
Help me,
Be at Peace with my Heart.
I love Trust love.
Naturally,
Ebony
Noun
A heavy blackish or dark brown timber
I am ebony
Also known as a jewel
You would be considered a fool
If you didn't see me as beautiful
Look in the dictionary and
Diseases are taking overAnd sicknesses have prevailedIn this chemical world of oursMan playing God has failed.And it's not just the pills we takeBut the chemicals in our stuff
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well-beingBecause I’m so stressed with all the violence I’m seeing
It's like my thoughts grow outta my head;
every curl contains every word I done said
every song I done heard
every book I done read
And that hate and pain is like shea butter
Take the picture.
Too high.
Too low.
Just right.
But what's wrong?
Your nose is too big,
Your smile looks weird,
And your hair looks bad.
Take it again.
And again.
Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching
Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking. They tell my story, they lived my days: of teary-eyed nights but persistent days,
spent studying, searching, for the ones who helped me see,
The twinkle in her eye,
is like the stars,
on a clear night.
The blush of her cheek,
is like pedals,
of a soft young rose.
The vibrance of her lips,
is like cherries,
The tablet hovers before my face
And captures it with an audible click
a still reflection of me
will join a sea of photography
and my lungs are about to be flushed
with eyes that are thirsty for their
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.
Jesus walks with in me day by day
When I show them the real me they say it's not okay
They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
The harmless freckles that cover my face,
The numerous scars on my cheeks and my waist,
The extra skin that exists on my thighs,
The obvious bags that surround my tired eyes,
The size of my large and annoying ears,
No filter
Well, I am pretty pale, and my teeth aren't that white.
No filter
But my smile does radiate, and my skin shows that life does have a bite.
No filter
I look to the stars above:
I see the galaxies, swirling
In a brilliant array of light-
Now I look at me.
I see two eyes
Colored with the heavens' imagination.
I see freckles,
Her Salted Kiss
Scars, scrapes, bruises.
inevitable remarks that tell a story
her salted ocean breeze whispers in my ear
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL!
Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
I am a Natural Beauty
Them contacts, I don't need
Them lashes, I won't wear
That makeup it looks nice but my perfect Natural skin it don't fit right wit
Because my Beauty is Natural
Yes I have a Natural fro
Each morning my face looks at me,
Some days with sleep still in its eyes.
And, though I like the face I see,
It's time to put on my disguise.
The brown eyelashes become black;
I am a beautiful woman
But my mind body and soul
Is confined by the powers of this intertwined worlds
Of what we call social media.
The filters of normal, Kentucky, slumber, and rise
I look in a mirror and see nothing
I take a picture and see a plan face
Only when adding a filter will I feel like something
When I add filter I hide the dark tint on my skin
Making it my very own filter
Aye, that natural beauty tells a story
show my power and courage to not be like others
Show off myself because theres only one of me
with added enhancers we are all the same
I only have one shot at this,
So I want to do it right.
How does one take a selfie,
Depicting an authentic sight?
So many things happening around me and it just amazes me how God just continues to keep his hedge of protection around me and to bless me.I sometimes wonder about things that happened to me in the past and how so any people have walked out of my
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back
You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black
You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
My dear reader, I strived to be God's helper.
I engaged myself in the conflict against evil,
Yet, I could not conquer my own vice.
I strived to be the light of the people,
Bruno Mars lied to you girl.
He said that you are beautiful just the way you are, but you aren’t.
My friend,
you are beautiful just the way you are supposed to be!
Not plastic:
covered in powder,
When I die
Could you please not put any makeup on my face?
That game is for the living
And I have hit death- the most natural part of life
So let my body join my soul in this freedom
Permed pressed and pampered
My hair, oh my hair.
Its beend abused and tampered with
Since I was young how could I dare
Permed pressed and pampered
My hair, oh my hair.
Its beend abused and tampered with
Since I was young how could I dare
I am a tornado in constant neutrality between anger and content carrying itself on, destroying whatever is in front of me, unapologetically.
I have this vision of myself at 24.
Locked hair, maybe a tattoo.
In outstanding health and shape. Cooking in my underwear and a tank top.
Cooking something healthy like asparagus and salmon.
I’m an abomination to this domestication society creates in women everyday
I create my own flow to my own voice in ways that create mini earthquakes
When I turned eighteen, I made a choice.
It wasn’t to protest racism, it was no sit-in.
I simply chose not to sit in.
Being in the world-Innate Melodies
I bare these hands into the world unknown
To callous amongst the graves and groves we sew.
These hands that give me my name and shape
The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them.
Thoughts, what thoughts?
They turn feeling into physicality
Some say its a brute, primal way.
But it's genius,
Brilliant,
I write to expose
to become
to release what I've held in so long
because in a poem
you don't have to lie
but in life sometimes you do
but here with my pencil
I can be honest
Poetry is what makes me not my name..
Poetic mind frame.
Personality on point..
I stay sharp.
Nothing can faze me unless I allow it..
I keep thick skin.
I attempt stay strong and emotionless..
Too bright
Too powerful
Her breath of morning,
Draws me in
Her earthy glow of noon,
Excites the melanin in my skin
Plants salivate at her flux of energy
I recall that pulse of summer,
vivacious and lively when I first met you.
Fall sprang into worlds of color,
I learned the meaning of Love is Blue.
Through the winter, snow sparkled down.
The frown in the sky
And a chasm upon the earth
Is undone by the tender embrace of the sun
The overwhelming, intoxicating rush of the water
The valleys green, the ocean blue
The golden sun in the afternoon
The soft brush of and offshore breeze
And in the fall, the piles of leaves
quite {doesn't} mean(s) crazy
crazy {doesn't} mean(s) distance
distance {doesn't} mean(s) make believe
make believe {doesn't} mean(s) fake
fake {doesn't} mean(s) makeup
makeup {doesn't} mean(s) sexy
A hundred and forty feet below,
Tones of tan and brown are seen
Under light they've never known.
