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Faceless
These are the masks that we wear everyday because somehow when we open up our mouths people dont care what have to say Because were faceless!!! how in the hell did the world just miss us
Is it because were not to loud or are we 3 shadows that just doesnt blend with the rest of the crowd
We have eyes and ears and also a mouth, how come for some reason we always get blurred out
I get so tired from asking the same damn question
Maybe its just me, anybody with some insights or some suggestions
Being faceless I guess sometimes can have its perks but nah deep down inside, that shit really hurts
Being ignored like u dont exist anymore, I cant believe, that shit still got me in awe
Making somebody faceless, now thats just mean, one of God’s creations, man or woman their still a human being.
I ask myself constantly! dont I have a face? why cant they see? or is it a way for somebody to just judge me.
By taking away our physical an attack our mental! those are the the things I can’t understand, I just never understood.
We refuse to remain faceless, here are our rules and a few simple basis, respect, equality, and to be treated humanely, we will no longer wear your mask and be your unknown faces..
Faceless nomore, we have names… Monique, Nekayba, Naiima, now put that taste in your mouth and let it savor my friends because you’ll definitely see us. I guarantee you once more again.
Mother to Father
Father may I talk to you? because it’s some things I have to clear up that just ain’t true!
Being a father is exactly that, being there for them, letting your presence be known, now that’s a known fact, instead of going around looking for a pat on the back, because you were apart of the act that brought those children into the World that you wish now you can take back!!
Being a father is being there when things get harder, not run away and choose not to be bothered, especially when u have daughters
Girls need their father figure, to protect and prepare them for a man whenever they decide to have one in their picture. They need that strong arm to let anyone know that as long as their father is alive, no one could never do them any harm
Same goes for a boy oh I know that’s daddy’s joy, trying to make sure that he does no wrong and grows up strong, but you do your best so he will know his place and his role in this world , also never ever disrespect you and get up in your face.
Fathers I’m mostly talking to you about your daughters, you should never leave them behind chanting! Out of sight out of mind..
Basically your telling them, they can go where the sun don’t shine, I know that sounds way out of lineI! I’m poeticallyspoken and that shit right there is happening to mines. I don’t play the radio that don’t go so, father of my two you knew from the beginning that was a no no..
But you continue your absentee and blame us for the path you chose of your ghostly reality
The fact and the matter is, you chose where you are by far, which is the hell that you chose and try to use us to rebel
Father of mines, unlike you I’ve never abandoned my damn two!! With or without you, they will always be my boos..
Mother to father, yeah I’m talking to you, the ones you left behind, my daughters you know the two, when your world finally ends, and caos
No longer apart of your demands, guess what
You are going to need some helping hands.
Your time is near and you better hope that those
Two girls spare you the time of the day. Remember it was you who chose to walk away from a mother they always had! But a father they’ve never had one…
Mother to father you know that it’s true, don’t worry though, because those same two girls will be looking down on you!!
And the rest is history, these are my words always spoken poetically..
MONIQUE
Let me tell you about this girl name Monique
She’s a hood chic, whenever she can be
Ride or die when she’s in the damn streets
Camouflage when she’s on the low key
Her smooth style cause she keeps it classy
Rough neck when they try to disrespect
Talk smack Monique would Neva let
So step back before your ass regret
A known fact, she don’t make no empty threats
So fall back, A nightmare you wish you Neva met
She’s like a bomb ignited, about to explode
You took her kindness for her weakness cause you were neva told
Forcing her into attack mode
Sending your ass right down that dirt road
You must of thought that she was neva taught
to hold her own, Monique is well known
to hold her head she holds real high
knowing that God is always on her side
So all you haters just walk your ass on by
The day will come, tragedy for some
What you thought that she was gonna run
and that Monique was doing this all for fun
She’s on her way to that million dollar pay
Just the beginning, Monique will never stop
Until she rises onto the damn top
This is a Poem I wrote in another unfair situation when another young black man lost his life unlawfully, I Dedicate this poem to all the Mothers whom sons fell victim in the same unfair way
Trayvon Martin
I Dedicate this poem especially for you
Because its been so long
And Justice is overdue
Trayvon is someone’s Son
But yet a coward pulled his gun
It wasn’t just one Bullet
NAH!
This punk fired more than one
What I dont understand is how this all began?
You seen a mysterious person,
Just so happen it was a black man,
With a bottle in his hands,
Wearing some baggy pants,
Lets not forget, the infamous hoody
The main reason why
You thought you should be harrasing this boy
When you should’ve just avoided from the beginning and backed your ass down!
Because you’re not a real cop,
You were only pretending
Trayvon looked suspicious
Is what you say, Being black you claimed you didn’t care wither way
But yet you still pulled the trigger
Because to you he was just another Nigger!
NO!
He was just at…
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This is a Poem I wrote in another unfair situation when another young black man lost his life unlawfully, I Dedicate this poem to all the Mothers whom sons fell victim in the same unfair way
Trayvon Martin
I Dedicate this poem especially for you
Because its been so long
And Justice is overdue
Trayvon is someone’s Son
But yet a coward pulled his gun
It wasn’t just one Bullet
NAH!
This punk fired more than one
What I dont understand is how this all began?
You seen a mysterious person,
Just so happen it was a black man,
With a bottle in his hands,
Wearing some baggy pants,
Lets not forget, the infamous hoody
The main reason why
You thought you should be harrasing this boy
When you should’ve just avoided from the beginning and backed your ass down!
Because you’re not a real cop,
You were only pretending
Trayvon looked suspicious
Is what you say, Being black you claimed you didn’t care wither way
But yet you still pulled the trigger
Because to you he was just another Nigger!
NO!
He was just at the wrong place
At the wrong time
Being shot dead, never to see his family again
I bet that never crossed his mind
You say Trayvon wasn’t shot in cold blood
Nah Homie you lying!
Racism is alive and well
It was just proven when they didnt throw your ass straight in jail!
You were so bold
because you were told to stand down
But NO, You just had to get you a couple of rounds
And take that young brother down
Look at you now
You best believe
What goes around, will surely come back around
Just wait and see
All we want is Justice
And for Trayvon to rest in peace.
Ofcourse the black community is going to react Because the main fact is
the only real crime was TRAYVON WAS WALKING WHILE BLACK
And I don’t care if you don’t like,
Nothing but the truth comes from my Poetically Spoken Mic!
Unfortunately Trayvon Martin is not hear to speak his spoken words,
We want Justice, we just want is served!
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Where Do We Go From Here?
Where do we go from here?
I know we was dealt with some difficult cards in life
But we just cant stop there.
God has a bigger plan for us, I can feel it……I know its near.
What I have learned during this tough time and tribulation
That everything happens for a reason
Everyone goes through a tough time,
Just so happen this is our season
There is no devine reason.
He is our God Almighty
He will see us to the end
And only on him you shall depend on
Because he will take you through,
Stay faithful to him because hes the only one that can save you.
He will lift you up, God doesn’t ask for much, your faithfulness, and your daily praises to him, which will put you on the right track, to repentency to get rid of our sins.
Where do we go from here?
I should know that by now, being that my girls and I have been in these streets for a while, even tho we still manage to keep our smiles, often feeling like 3 exiles.
We seen some highs and also lows, were done with these struggles, thats as far as it goes!!
That family of mine, truly left us behind, but this was the last time.
They didnt believe our story because they said I was lying, sleeping in the streets is not funny to me, nor is it supposed to be our reality, But it doesnt matter, God knows our truth, he is the one that kept us safe, each and every time we were moving place to place.
While family wondering why we’re able to text and blog, this is how we are able to get through the day so far, while sleeping day to day in our car.
I dont understand the things that people worry about, the truth and the matter is, this whole damn time, they could’ve been helping us out.
Where do we go from here?
Like the Phoenix, we shall rise from these ashes.
Never looking back, on the way to our destinys, this is our truth and a known fact, Finally Going down the right path and staying on the right track.
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