In the midst of the night Masks are spread out on bedside tables While darkness covers true intentions Sacrificed to a bleeding moon
The scars on your healing heart Suffer to hold up the illusion That the bits of love-like emotions Shining through the cracks of mean reality Grant him the right to offer you Less than his full devotion
I can understand how you Nurse his caress Desperately desiring That it will outweight Every single second of distress And you stop to express yourself As you start to surpress yourself And as time passes You start to expect less and less
You are my sista And your agony is hurting me We used to laugh all the time But now You are no longer happy
The shadows of yesterday Question your tomorrow Stop accepting sorrow True love is meant for you And so is affection and respect You know that you should never settle for less It will come in time And while you wait for it Take a good look at yourself And realize that you are beautiful and Truly sublime
In the midst of the night Masks are spread out on bedside tables While darkness covers true intentions Sacrificed to a bleeding moon
The scars on your healing heart Suffer to hold up the illusion That the bits of love-like emotions Shining through the cracks of mean reality Grant him the right to offer you Less than his full devotion
I can understand how you Nurse his caress Desperately desiring That it will outweight Every single second of distress And you stop to express yourself As you start to surpress yourself And as time passes You start to expect less and less
You are my sista And your agony is hurting me We used to laugh all the time But now You are no longer happy
The shadows of yesterday Question your tomorrow Stop accepting sorrow True love is meant for you And so is affection and respect You know that you should never settle for less It will come in time And while you wait for it Take a good look at yourself And realize that you are beautiful and Truly sublime
When the lines of your palm Carress the curves of my mind I loose myself in voluntary blindness What do my eyes need to see That my skin can not feel
Our fingers lock in a lovers prayer As our hearts slow dance on a beat that we share Our bodies melt together As you exhale I inhale the same air
There is no place for the world in our world All we consume is beauty and bliss A secret language of silence An astonishing connection While our minds enlace in a kiss
Poetry Chain: The Story Remained in The Pen
Category: Writing and Poetry
This is a poetry chain on Africanhiphop.com. The subject is to write a poem about suicide and/or drug abuse.
I thought it would be easier to come up with a good poem for this poetry chain, when I read the challenge, but it was a lot harder than I expected!! But here's my drop. As you will notice, I tried to combine the 2 options: a person who looks for a temporary escape in drugs and the suicide thing. I hope you'll enjoy it. Please post your own poem here, if you feel inspired
The Story Remained in The Pen
With open eyes I stare into another dimension I sigh Cold breath kisses my lips My mind is captured in apprehension Visions of bloody red eyes Fighting Blood thirsting demons Hauntings of the mind The pain cuts too deep To be healed by Preformulated words of comprehension
How can you claim To understand My pain How can you have sympathy For my agony Which is killing me
The comfort of Empty spaces In the tears On a grieving face Tranquilizes me The beauty of The deep red Of my blood Sedates me
This world is not made For me So I open my eyes To another dimension Cursed by retention I weep over these words
"You might be able to hide Painful memories And make them go away But poetic warriors Will attack demons of the past Verbally And reveil secrets of society Literally"
"Forbidden Memories" is the second book by Poetic Seraph, with a collection of poems that criticize and analyze. At the same time it's also a dedication to all the amazing people that inspire her.
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How do you explain racism to a 5 year old?
Category: Life
This morning I was getting my girls ready for school. I'm often just looking at them, amazed about their beauty. Hey what can I say? Those are my girls, so to me they are the prettiest :p As they were putting their clothes on, Kymany (my oldest one) said: mommy, my belly is also brown, huh? I said " Yes it is. And you are lucky, because when you grow up, a lotta girls will have to suntan to get the color of your skin and you girls don't have to do anything." She thought for a min and then said: "But this one boy in school comes to me all the time to tell me that brown people are ugly"
That broke my heart. Young kids like this are already thinking that way and judging other kids on their skin color. Ok, I know it happens, I'm very aware of that. But this is my baby. I don't want my baby to get hurt over the color of her skin. Then again, I didn't wanna show how that affected me. So I told her that some people think that brown or black people are ugly, some think that whites are ugly and some don't like Asians. But then again, some people don't like curly hair, some don't like straight hair, and some don't like the shoes you wear. I explained to her that there will always be people that will say things or do things just because of the way she looks and if they tell her that she's ugly, all she has to say is: "Well that's ok, because I believe I'm pretty" and walk away. She smiled and said that she does believe she's pretty. I told her that it doesn't matter what other people say, cuz mommy thinks that she and her sister are the prettiest girls in the whole wide world. They both gave me a big smile and then Kymany changed the subject.
Man... I knew my kids will have to deal with racism, and I always tried to be ready for it. But I was kinda shocked that I had to have that first 'racism' talk when she was only 5. And that it was crystal clear why that boy doesn't like her, that there was no doubt that he didn't like her only because the color of her skin. Maybe she don't think much about it right now or she doesn't understand it completely yet. But to me, that is very painful. Nobody wants their kids to be picked on, nobody wants their kids to be judged and everybody who ever had or has to deal with racism based on the color of your skin, your sex, your "handicap" or whatever, knows how much it hurts.
This conversation strengthened my belief once more that I have to do all I can to let my girls grow up loving themselves. I want them to be able to look in the mirror and say: "Dayum, I look good" instead of seeing all the judgements because of the color of their skin
*sigh* what a morning. On a positive note, they are going on their school trip today, and they were exited about that. Plus I don't hafta work anymore, I'm exited about that myself . Now I just need another coffee and then my day can start too.
"You might be able to hide Painful memories And make them go away But poetic warriors Will attack demons of the past Verbally And reveil secrets of society Literally"
"Forbidden Memories" is my second self-published book, with a collection of poems that criticize society and my own past. A lotta people here know my work and u guys have been very inspiring and motivating to me, plus a great support.
So this book is also a dedication to all the amazing people that inspired my creativity
The price of the book is €10 or $15 + shipping. You can pay through Paypal or contact me for other payment options, or to know the price in your currency.
It doesn't matter where you live, I will sign it and send it to you
The book will be printed in 2 weeks, but you can already order it now
