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
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
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..
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.
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.
Slaving and paving this world is just ment for racing
Without a spiritually-inclined mind, you cannot have devotion/dedication toward spirituality.
Without devotion/dedication toward spirituality, there is no spiritual meditation.
Without spiritual meditation, there are no spiritual experiences that will ultimately lead to Self-realization.
We need to learn how to keep an open mind, accept that everyone is different, we all come from different cultures and faiths. We need to learn to share and value each other’s experiences. We need to take time to listen, feel, share and be heard. If we do this we can make this world so much better.
I could not choose between these two images so I decided to write and analyze both. My assumptions for both images have there differences as well as similarities. Both images are of two women, not just any women. Each photo have its own uniqueness about them, in the first photo there is a woman and her child. What comes to mind when I look at this photo is that I see a mother and her child, the mom is crying you can tell that she is going through some tough times. She has tears and pain in her eyes, but she also has a smile on her face because as you can see the baby is drying her tears. And that symbolizes a lot to me especially as being a mom, let alone a single mom. I feel like this photo is representing that no matter what you have to be strong for your child and that your child will always be there for you the most even if you feel like everything is wrong. I noticed that this photo does have some classism in it, she looks as if she could be a single mother as well as she is a minority. If anyone else just glanced at this photo they would see her as a mother just being stressed and tired but if you actually observe it’s more to it.
Now for the second photo there is a woman of color with bruises on her back, to some people it may look like she was abused especially from the bruise that’s on her face, but when I observed the photo my assumptions are different. You see if you look more closely she is putting on a Wonder Woman suit and she has the cuff around her arm. In my eyes I feel that this photo represents a woman who has taken so much pain, heartache and ect but despite that, she is still able to pick herself up and save the world. She’s been knocked down but she is not letting that stop her she’s still able to get up stay strong and keeping fighting. This photo has very strong symbolism. I know that things aren’t always what they seem. You have to observe carefully and be able to look deeper within. It gives us a deeper understanding.
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 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
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
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.
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