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LET US RISE FROM THE FALL
In the beginning, on this brand new earth,
Before there was need of a new rebirth,
Adam and Eve in their innocence stood
No matter what life decides to put you through, it is up to you to keep going,
And even when it seems like you can't keep going, moving forward is what is going to help you to keeo growing.
Today you will wake up again
Today you will stretch and yawn
And put on your clothes again
To keep trying to move on
Today you will laugh and smile
Because it’s what they need to see
Today is Easter Sunday
The grass is a little greener
The flowers are beginning to say hello
The chill in the air seems less invasive
It’s time to wake up, get out of bed
Rise
You were never missing a kind word
A life story
A tale unheard
You never missed a hug
A gentle soul
Am I tainted now? I’m asking out of curiosity.
My darling, sweet child of mine,
Don’t blame yourself for this act of atrocity.
A twisted man crossed the line,
I despise the wind, it is never there when I need it. Whirling and wonderfully blissful when I was brought into this life. But it is now a violent whirlwind present at the death of my soul. The wind is the source of my strife.
To the rose with tears in her petals.
Who wilts every morning as the suns rays illuminate her wounds
Who’s roots dig deep but were grown too thin to drink in life
I want to walk upon the waters, but it seems so inviting.
I may just tumble down to the depths and feel my last breath.
I want to lay on the ocean floor.
I want to watch as my last breath rises to the surface without me.
When all things go down
and from your head is taken the crown
what you need to do is first calm down
things are about to turn around.
Greatness is not how much you gain
or how often you always aim.
In a world built by the blood, sweat, and tears of people who look like meFrom the fields to front officesFrom the streets to street prophetsThey look at us and still see the whips and chainsThey owned us
Pull the rope from either end
Watch it fray
and snap
and destroy from within.
Then squeeze the ball at its very core
Till it’s a flat disk,
with a pop,
then a ball no more.
For the darkness in the skies;The nightmare in disguise,Still I rise. For the moon in the night,For the sun burning bright;Lord did we rise... For my sisters and brothers; My father and mother I will rise! For the pain in your eyes;For the lov
Life is funny at times we have our ups and we have our down There is so much to be said and done yet nothing comes out We grow to adore and love someone, then we find out that it’s not reciprocated
"Don't be your father."
Don't give up when they need you.
Don't go back on your word.
Make it through.
Find a way.
"Don't be your mother."
Don't leave them all alone.
1,2,3,4How many gunshots moreHard to trust anyone in a blue uniformThey hold off on telling us what we did wrongBut swears to the judge we've been informedI feel unsafe in my streetsI fear a white boogie man strangling me in the sheetsI'm scared m
Out of the darkest shell I emerge,
Bringing Out a path once trailed
I Arrive; With a story to tell
From a past once bitter
To a Path Now Fitter
We sang and we danced, laughed and played
But that was back then in the good ole days
Back when we were free
And had no reason to flee
The nights we would all gather around the blazing fire
Sometimes, I get tired of white men on screens
I get tired of being told to care about what they believe
I get tired, of no one listening
My voice is loud
How do they so easily turn the dial down
I fall, I rise.
I make mistakes, I live.
I've been hurt, but Im alive.
I'm human.
I'm not perfect, but I learn.
I've encountered hardships, but im thankful.
Him.
He is all.
He is one.
He knew what would happen when time was done.
Time.
The time we live in does not last forever.
So how can one say that we will always be together?
It’s not a gift.
And I'm still thinking why. . . Why did god chose me for this struggle on my journey
Who am I, why does my appearance gives the right to judge me.
The riddles that ring,like the telephones from now and the pastThe dialing of the words that spin in a continuous circle, they always lastAnd when you answerYou want to know why they called
With a word backstage
When the audience becomes silent
You could hear the sound of the safety pin
holding together your costume
Drop
Curtain
Applause resounds and lights search
I’m Tired
Tired of being told I can’t do something
Tired of being told I’m too slow
Tired of being told I’m too small
Tired of being told I’m to week
I’m Tired
Pillars of salt became the woman who turned back,
the woman who longed for her home,
for her life, for her humanity.
Pillars of salt she became,
as her lot trudged on.
Here lies the woman of dreams who escaped turmoil on the high of laughter, plummeted into the stories sung by written words and tears, and danced in imaginary lands while cowering from the sun.
shine.
rise.
I shine and rise.
We rise together.
We are one.
One shine.
One heart.
Life is full of mysteries; you never know what may happen, who may come your way. Being reminded we must live our life day to day.
Suffocating in darkness
As a diseased light paved my way
I attempted to scale the barriers
That separated me from the outside where life thrived
When dreams long since are spent
and broken-
when a weary people can no longer
wait-
they will rise up, rise
from raisins and sores and rotten meat,
and they will speak.
