Reclaimed

I’ve been stuck in my ways
I’ve been grinding all day
They don’t like what I say
They don’t like my skin
hey
Who gives a fuck anyway
This shit is just a screenplay
I’m on my way
That’s speedway
I’m on my way
That’s relay
You never made it ok
My roots been damaged this way
My roots been challenged this way
I’ve managed to be ok
Undamaged some of this pain
My brain had just been retrained
Reclaimed my soul
Now I’m sane
Reclaimed my soul
I’m unchained

Published
Originally owned by Saki Jones

Pretty brown eyes

Pretty brown eyes
Still she rise
Pretty brown eyes
And Still she cries
Pretty brown eyes
Still she tries
Pretty brown eyes
Yes she’s wise
Pretty brown eyes
She’s the prize
Pretty brown eyes
She can read between the lies
As she sighs
Your energy then dies
She grabs your neck you grip her thighs
You pick her up she flee and flies
He sips me up like wine -SakiJ

No where is safe.

No where’s safe
There’s no safe place
There’s a human war
Race, violence and hate
Such a disgrace
To feel misplaced
The shit that we face
The sense that we waste
Is based upon taste
My daddy always told me that I could be erased
Fuck what he said
He should have been dead
How the fuck a pedophile
Living life instead
No where’s safe
There’s no safe place
Living life full of fear
Is just a mistake

No one ever told us!

No ever taught us the real of growing up
We always thought that going to college getting good jobs and being married was only just enough . They never told us about heartbreaks and heartaches
Or false dates and race hates
Or even the fact that we live in the United States and it wasn’t really great.
I’ve dealt with family fates
And colored hates
They never opened the gates beyond this way
I’ve lived my life full of pain
Feet was shackled and locked in chains
I bleed blue inside my veins
I look in the mirror
And see these flames
Transcending in me I feel the rage
I climb to the top escaped this cage
Experienced this life
I’m so engaged
To all the fucking lies
You had to stage
Turn the page
Now I’m onstage
I call the claim
this is my life
Now I’m switching lanes

Freestyle pt. 1

If I praise it
I’ve done it
If I want it
I’m gone get
If I let it
I summoned it
Making sure that
I won’t quit
All the heartache I’ve dealt with
Made me stronger
I won’t sit
All the struggles I’ve felt it
Never felt like I was shit
Turned around
And I changed it
Promise you that I won’t quit
Promise you that I won’t hit
I’m the queen
And that’s my shit
I’m the queen and I won’t split
Im the queen and I own this
Im the queen I won’t resist
I’m the queen you are dismissed

Speaking for thee addiction

Spoken word for addiction
My mind needs rewritten
My eyes won’t stop dripping
Journaling to heal
Be honest with yourself and others this is the place for real
Once you feel ill from popin them pills it’s a kill it’s a steal it takes your mother and her will to give up life for something that was man made to life man what a strife i kinda hate life time travels every flight most times I feel alright it’s time to live the night
It’s time to take a strike to all the drug dealers and life stealers soul keepers and game cheaters. Masters of the slave pastors built from disasters the factors as to why why you should even try to pry and stay alive when all you have to do is take a dive and never look back. What the hack I’m back like crack trying to get my life on track I know deep within that I will win..

Memories within Memories…

Memories within memories, I close my eyes and enjoy the breeze. It’s just a tease ,controlling me ,it’s just a tease that shouldn’t be ,it’s deeper then the golden sea ,it’s deeper then our souls to keep. I be so deep ,I be the sheep ,my mind so steep it’s killing me . I swam through the ocean And rose from the gardens. I found my way home ,I found my way home, away from the dozens of people who hurt me, oppressed and desert me, the ones who disturbed me.
Sacrificed, then lost my kindness
Life’s been terrifying
All the testifying and the fucking lying
I’ve been out here dying
Mentally ,endlessly
There was a time
I thought that I was striving
But I was slowly dying
Now I’m sitting here crying
I was trying, overdosed on pills
Feelings was oh so deep
Body numb I wasn’t geeked
my mind was gone
It was bleeding ink so I wrote this poem
In the ocean Sailing my way
Back home. Memories within memories open your eyes it’s just a dream.

Born into the broken…

Is it my fault that I was born into the broken
I closed my eyes and then I jumped into the ocean my mother lied so much she fucked up my emotions my father caused a lot of pain it was destruction. When I was young I used to think that I was hopeless, so insecure I thought that I was close to nothing. I’ve been lost, I’ve been numb I endured the pain. Every night I would cry, tears would fall like rain. Always asked myself who am I ,the one to blame. Sacrificed sacrifices almost went insane life’s been terrifying paranoia on my brain . I don’t know who I am, or where my roots became. Time was flying lies were piling
Trying to fucking gain see my veins as they bleed broken from the shame when you look into my eyes all you see is flames.

Emotions

Emotional, emotionless
Between the two
I’m done with this
Sometimes I’m good
Sometimes I’m pissed
My ego is
Beyond this shit
If I could run
On miles lit
I would be gone
Withdrawn and split
For all my folks
I quit the tricks
If I be gone
I missed my fix
I never ran with
Ticks and cliques
In my own mind
I own this shit
I close my eyes and reminisce
There was a time
I miss The diss
I miss your kiss
I’m missing this
Why I’m so blind
To all the lies
I testify
I lift the veil
Beneath your eyes
You see despise and
All the cries
I wonder why
I even try
When I look up I’m pretty high
Over the crowed
I’m feeling fine
This tree of mine
I let it shine
My life I climb
I did no crime
Now I’m the prime
My time to rise
Emotion wise and Beautiful sighs
I won the prize
The prize of life
The prize of joy
The prize to live
The price it right
I’m here to fight
With all my might
I am the knight

Broken Clocks And Wild Thoughts!

As times were getting rough

She stood up high.

And didn’t let anyone

Get in her way.

She’s been through worst

But she knew, she knew

On this journey.

That she would have to walk alone someday.

Warriors go through so much pain and hurt,

But at the end they remain strong and humble.

And she the warrior Bruja knew exactly what she had to do to strive and win her battles.

The question of faith Is such A Good taste But could it be a waste. If she did not continue to chase and find her purpose. Her purpose of life, her purpose of freedom.

Her wanderlust soul can be cold as snow, but she would never be souled. As her energy can burn like the open flame of pain. She tries to regain her name not for fame but to remain and claim her legacy that was once taken away and to contain the rain of tears that followed her for years. Years of fear once made her disappear, disappear into the darkness where she found herself deep within her soul.

She knows, who she is. She know who she once was. Her true spirit, her true calling has never fallen.

She’s a spirit from another time zone, that once had her times wrong.