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where were you, when you last remembered how it felt…
The essence of all things spiritual A need of good Godliness…
Glass shattered like shattered dreams. I'm stepping on the pieces and bleeding from the stings…
I have a fetish for neglecting things that I should cherish. Once I realize its true value, those moments have already perished…
It's like medicine for the soul. Music once sung to restore faith…
Those famous rap icons from Compton were the first to say it. Years later, Ice T took it a step further. Rodney King, I don’t think, ever…
She doesn't dress in the latest fashion nor move about with the rhythm of the city , when she present herself,society question their sight…
Your world has been spinning and complying with your laws of what Satan calls science, since Yesterforever. The most beautiful things that…
I was groomed to speak for liberation from the time of an infant all the way up unto these current present stages. I was blessed with a mind…
War is a doorway to hell... a river of suffering, pain and sorrow…
In bold bright colors inviting, enticing suggestively, undressing…
You start me going conversation speaking of your dreams…
i am so loving this Blending stories of love done right…
My life and my history pages are one and the same…
Yes Mama Africa, Mama Africa. I am the birther of life…
YOU KNOW THE RIGHTEOUS BY THE FAITH THEY HAVE IN GOD…
There is a plan for us---the black man. “Vengeance is mineâ€, said The Most High—…
He follows in the footsteps of righteousness to uphold his destiny. He keeps his mother close and his dreams closer. As the day breaks, he…
If Only We Were…An Endangered Species……
I chilled upon the beach alone, All my anger left on the devil's bridge…
Don't nobody know your potential like you do. It's as if your afraid of being successful so you hold bacc and make it look like you can…
Learn to deal with the dos mes of me the good the evil The sinner the winner…
The Father I pray, my lord, my spirit to take- If I should die before I wake…
I don't utilize my time very well cus If I did, I wouldn't feel so stressed and overloaded, burnt out by the seconds cus my acts are…
I have no inspiration to finish the poems that I have started I just stare at the words on the page and my mind goes blank…
insights and understandings so right, and so written…
She innocent and she know my rights and she refuse to be spoken to in any kind of disrespectful manner, so she was a threat now…
I really don't mind, it's mine, I'll treasure that forever, some peach cobbler virtuous pie. Virtuous smiles, perpetual bonds, intellectual…
