Blind Faith Colorful Love

I stood to bring Civil Rights in what some may say in da most unique way.
People still consider me one of da most controversial figures of da 20th century. I was a murdered February 21, 1965. When I look down at da times I see how my words an my faith has opened so many doors, brought not only black people 2gether but cultures an races ova ova one brave young man. I once said at a rally I was speakin at in June 1964 " Revolution is like a forest fire, " " It burns everything in its path. " Back in my time we didn't have da right, dat we fought so hard to have for yall. Our marches, beatin, bein spit on, degraded, fearin for our lives. I remember we was fightin for yall even though we didn't know yall. It brings joy to us. It may seem like we was doin it for us but if u only knew behind closed doors our prayers an our desires u all would understand dat da fight we raged wasnt to get attention for ourselves. We did it for everyone. I did wrong as a teenager then went to jail. I knew what I had to do when I lef to prevent from more teens an young adults to go down dat road cuz ppl belittled them cuz of their race. A bold leader I was just for YOU!!!! As I hold my beautiful wife's hand as we look at dis remarkable young man. I AM MR. & MRS. MALCOLM X

I am da most inspirational an influential Civil rights leader Amercia has eva seen. I was neva neva just for the black race I fought them all. Even though I won a Nobel Peace Prize in 1964. Even though I took da non-violence approach I used da most leathal weapon(s) my mouth an my words. I was murdered April 4, 1968. I spoke an did a speech dat still is xplosive to dis very day.

.... I have a dream that one day the red hills of Georgia, sons of former slaves and sons of former slaves -owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.......
.... I have a dream my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.....
..... I have a dream that one day we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet from every state and city, we will be able to speed up dat day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Catholics and Protestants - will be able to join hands and to sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, " Free at last; free at last; thank God Almighty, we are free at last....
My heart is ova come wit a out pour of rejoice dat I can't even put into words to see my dream has come to life. To see da marches an rallies of not only black men an white men but otha races come 2getha such a beautiful pic in our eyes. Even when I spoke in Washinton at da Lincoln Memorial all those beautiful is nothin compared to what we see now. Rallies, marches, wit all da muliti races using their voices in such a positive way for a strong passion they have an is fightin for. My tears bleed pure love to know my voice was not in vain. As me an my beautiful wife watch we look at dis young man's legacy dats only just startin out. I AM MR. & MRS. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

X: King, do dis young man journey? Look at what sparked not only a state but all ova America an beyond.

King: X, its overwelmin, its not just older mature adults but young men an young ladies raisin their voices loud an proud. King:X, I must say I embrace da love for dis young man. X: Truth be told we marched, had rallies, spoke a number of speeches an we was murdered for our voices but dis brave an bold young man was murdered for buyin skittles an a tea. An as a his voice his peers jumped up. It's almost as if they picked up where we left off.
Only now da situation is diff..
King: Ur right X, but it's not just him who lost his life to a senseless murder. Look at all those who have joined us here. X: Yes, now da movement is on now, races comin 2gether, sounds of foot steps echos da past names wit faith an love in their heart for ppl they dont know. King: X, like us to know how they are layin down anotha foundation to break down more barries an bring more people of all races 2gether. Just like we did!!!!!!!!!!!

I made history when I, a mixed man became the 44th President an ran again an won to be da 45th President. I know what da look of hate feels like an sounds like. I may of been da one wit da Navy Seals to kill America's most known assassin. It's amazin to be da leader of da free world but to know my 1st term I only saw 4 times when Americans truely came 2gether an da sad day remains close an embedded in my heart. September 11. Dat is da day dat will forever bring all Americans 2getha, an race doesn't matta. I play dis question ova an ova in my head "Why can't all days be like dis." I remember speakin an sayin da young Trayvon Martin could of been my son cuz its tru. Just like he could have been your son, brother, uncle, friend, or classmate dat got murdered. I see da moventment of so many who are speakin out for dis young man it brightens my day to see his life is still present here.

I AM MR. & MRS. PRESIDENT OBAMA
Da thang bout these 3 powerful men they have/ had even stronga backbones in their wives.

Even though young Trayvon wasn't married he still has one an she is his voice now, an it will not be silenced by his mother. Ms. Fulton, will you be not only his voice but da voices of those who have also lost their lives??????????

Kriminal Espionagle

Da baddest in da game still makin heads turns, still got da lips dat makes lollie pop smile, killah thick thigh. I don't sweat nigga an I don't fight ova dick. Yep I still got fake bitches drop their heads when I walk cuz they know they will neva catch my level. I stay tru to who I am an my intrigrity while I'm grindin at da top cuz weak fuckers get to da top an hang cuz da feeble. Yep I'm dat bitch dat got a mean bite, my hustle game even stronga. My full time neva endin job is stayin alive. I will foreva reign da baddest bitch in da game: {B}orn {I}ntentionally {T}o {C}heck {H}oes
I stay fuckin ova nigga while keepin on their knees beggin just for a chance. Comin at me wit weak lines, " Sexi legs lil mami, wat time they open? " I laugh an say when ur broke ass step ur game as I jack off by leavin broke an in tears. Damn I hate to see a broke bitch cry. Grow sum balls an get up an grind. Im-a strong independent woman who can make a man wanna step it up. I know I make hoes sick but I be damn if they don't RESPECT me. Loyalty flows thru my vains like its my next breath. Cops think they ahead of me, then they realize I got them on a chase an I'm unstoppable. Break me, u wish u could. I'm built tough an been thru da war zone an when u counted me out dats when I rose to da top an brought u down to ur knees, now bow before me. Lames an weak pussies take note an let it be known u cant break me, I'm already broken but more put 2gether than u. Think u scare me.... Beep... Beep... Beep...
Dis just in listen closely, I've danced wit evil, lost my soul, sleep wit da enemy, saw da devil take my life, even seen death in my heart. Meanin even though I'm here, I live in hell. U cant hurt me or touch me. Thru da fire I still shine an yes I encourage all yall to hate on me in every way. I gotta keep my fan club happy. Im all bout my currency sumthin u don't have. Ima ride or die bitch, dats know how to handle business in da streets ( Mz. Classy ). Now when I'm in da sex room I'm ( Mz. Tasty Beast ). Catch me there in a sex swing gettin flipped upside down or doin a full split on my man's tounge, or makin my toes touch my neck while he's deep in my pussy makin my pussy skeet. Hell yeah Ima hella freak for ur pleasure, I'll let u watch. I know can't no1 out fuck me. I got grown women askin me for sex advice, cuz she lame. Top bitch has graced u wit a lesson. Now know dis, Ima self made hustla. Ima grind all day, fuck sleep I'll do dat shit when I close my eyes for da last time.


Toxic Love 4

Come baby lets make dinner 2gether. I just wanna spend time wit u. U come in da kitchen wrappin ur arms round my waist holdin me tight. I tell u I feel so safe in ur arms. U say dinner smells great, as u then ask what's for dessert as I strip an say spin round u smilin an say of course me baby. Da sweetest thang in da world. U smile an say I know, an I can't wait to devour u, let u slap me wit them sexi thighs. I then get sum ice cream an put it in 1 of my hands as I lift ur shirt wit my otha hand, I then glide it ova ur abs. I slowly let my tongue lick it off of u. I say da rest we will use after dinner. I say let me go an put on sum clothes for our special nite daddy. As i turn to leave u smack my ass, I turn an wink at u. U fix our plates an lite candles as I return wearin thigh high stockings an 7in heels an sum black lace boy shorts an a low cut tight shirt. U say damn u look sexi. U ask why dis romantic dinner? I say don't tell me u have forgot, its our anniversary. U look so confused an puzzled right now so ima help u out. From da 1st lie u eva told me. Da start of downfall of our trust soon followed by our love. Don't try to explain I've had enough of u talkin. Actually yeah lets talk an see if we can work thru dis, I don't wanna lose u. As we talk i listen closely to all u have to say. I walk ova to u an straddle ur lap. As I feed u an say I'm sorry, i just wanted u to see how it was hurtin me. U hold me tight an say I'm sorry. I look in ur eyes an all I see is da next lie floatin in ur eyes. I smile an say u must think I'm simple. All ur goin to do is keep lyin. Y should I stay, as u say our love. Wat love, u trashed dat when u fell in love wit lyin. I then reach behind me an pull out a butcher knife as I quickly ram it up ur chin an through ur mouth, as i feel ur warm blood splatter all ova me. I then get up an say see baby, just like u I can lie to, I didn't wanna lose u, I wanted u dead as I leave u drenched in ur blood of lies.


My Amour

You caught me by surprise when you entered my life, feeling as you kept taking my breath away each time you came close to me. You, like a thief stole not my joy or even my happiness, you gave me more joy and happiness I could only imagine, you stole my sadness, ripped all the pain away that I had been harboring in my life for so long. You took the pain and shame tossed it away, saying, all I want to see is you. You looked in my eyes and said what ever is wrong I'm going to make it right. When those words came from your mouth with so much forceful power, it didn't scare me only eased my heart all I embarrassed those words holding them close, especially knowing it was sealed with a kiss. I'm trying so hard to conceal my feelings for you, but I'm beginning to tremble my heart erupts daily like a volcano, I can no longer contain, nor do I want to hide my love for you no longer. Please allow me to speak to your heart as I tell it, I love you, I'm ready to complete you as you complete me. Our heart intertwine we grow deeper as one our love grows stronger with each passing day. Each day with you is sweeter than the day before. It also gets louder like a 100 piece orchestra in beautiful harmony, which makes me so impatient, I get ready to go the next day hand & hand with you. You care for me like a fragile rose you guard with your life, not because of the beauty, but because I'm not afraid to open up to bloom around you. When you touch me in places I never been touched before it's so full of passion it makes me so weak. My body is encompassed in gaiety when I'm wrapped tight in your arms. My lips are craving to place them on your soul, kiss life back into it, restore it, and making sure it is never endangered again. The chemistry we share, is so enticing to people all over the world who search the world to find what we have. My soul sings with gladness knowing that God has put you in my life not only to show me what real love is but what it feels like from deep inside. You were sent from a glorified spirit, I'm fortunate they sent you to me. You give your to me with out hesitation giving you all of me. Your heart endures my good as well as bad and mine endures yours. By surprise you go to my mind invading space, only to learn it was your way of getting to know who I am on a deeper level of knowing me from the inside to the outside. I'm here I can no longer resist you, my body is engulfed with the fire you have brought forth in depth of my soul, not even the Atlantic ocean could put out this fire it's so strong. I never thought I would find someone like you, who gives me a special place to dwell in my lowest times. I feel when you caress my hurt away . You are the one who completes my soul, the one who removed the blinders from my eyes so I could see the vision of love, the one who gives hope to my heart with each passing day, the one who gives me a brighter smile. The desire I have when I look in your eyes blows my mind each time it shows that true love is not a reality but real. I'm thankful you love me. Our love enthralls each other that's what makes it pure and innocent. I would say I want to be with you forever but I would be lying, I want to be with you longer than forever, eternity might work but how I feel bout you, I know it won't. We have a one of a kind love, that is undying that's how I know we will be together longer than eternity.


Hello?

Hello?

She said tracing the
drizzle as her window
accepted its drip...
its trickle mimics
a bliss which pressures
her teeth to arrest her
lip

Hello?

She said listening
to the rain flirt with
the leaves... Her belt
buckle unfastened her
pants now alined with
her knees

A darkened screen
and bed sheets were
her only company, the
moaning winds and the
clouds release played a
seductive melody

Hello?

images flash of
her prior peak..

Hello?

Saturated memories
her directory...

Helloooo?

Her fingers engaged
where "his" length
would be his muscle
tone and catering
thrust softened her
voice and lengthened
her speech

Hellooo? ( She gasped )

vaginal bliss
through imagery
satisfaction paints
her hand she loves
the feel of artistry

Hell!......

Silence brought on
by her weak, she
lacked energy her
fuel all focused on her
peak... It's arrival on
it's way tingles crawl
up from her feet so she
multiplies the finale by
extracting her fingers
repeatedly

hello? ( she smiles )

Her attention now
directed beneath...
she welcomes home
the rain it now all
over her hand and sheets

Hello?...

© 2013 viewtifulink


Pen'D Poem: July 14 - 20

Bigham's Galaxy

What she shared was authentic, real and bold in the most tender way.
Laughter and prayer,
Poetry and Him,
Him reading his sacred poetry to her...
Exclusively, birthed an essence of celestial moments only a
Grown woman could appreciate.
Vunerable in the effervescence of hope...
Seventeen years older,
His snippets of charm were symmetric to mini pebbles thrown for entincement;
Ripples of his brilliance stirred her heart's chambers, to take a chance...on...
LOVE.
Free falling, only she realized,
AFTER his demise, neither her friendship nor genuineness were valued.
She had sky dived~
ALONE.
Wisdom taught her first hand, that the
Player's game is not for the pure, but for the
EMPTY souls.

Written By: J. Silva Poetica Gibson
© Copyright 2013

A father's love

A fathers love...

Is rich, equipped
with the stick found
beneath a slug..

My love for
her sticks around
like the stains from
that moving bug, I'd
mail her my arms if
she desired her fathers
hug distance can't defeat
the reach or the keep in
a fathers love

Some may not
agree due to some
acting cowardly...
his ability to plant
a seed doesn't portray
a fathers means..
my apologies to those
who's father never
plagued their scene
I'm glad mine wasn't
around they say we
learn from what was
seen

I've witnessed
a mothers pain
when it came to
the parenting struggle
so my involvement in
her life thanks to my
dad has been doubled..
the Responsibilities of a "man"
should never call for a huddle
it's not a pretty sight to see
a woman live within a bubble

The bond between
me and her mom
gradually became
unlinked.... A break
which broke our time
now I'm scheduled
for twice a week

A fathers love...

Is your will
to compete even
after faced with defeat,
it's the blood that roams
your veins as your mind
demands your heart to
beat, it's the joy in
your soul once the weight
of stress is finally free,
a fathers love is beyond
unique us men must strive
to make its presence routine

A father's love

© 2013 viewtifulink

Sound of Silence

~ Sound Of Silence ~

I hear the flowers bursting open in the fresh morning dew. I hear the colors fly thru da air. I hear the eyes of a newborn baby openin their eyes for the first time. I hear the lighting crashin. I hear the wind whisper carry your name gracefully through my presence. I hear my tears scream for you when your away. I hear the sunrise and the sunset I hear my footsteps as I walk into my world. I hear my scars healing. I hear the trees emerge from the ground. I hear my mind expand and excepting more wisdom. I hear the stars as they shine lighting up the sky. I hear my demons stomping out my life. I hear the leaves change from green to golden yellow to deep brown. I hear my body scream passion from the pure intimacy shared. I hear bliss the fills my life. I hear the rain as it falls from the clouds. I hear my soul rejoice in paradise. I hear my eyes talk telling me of the beauty round me. I hear my faith grow stronger. I hear love or is it death I hear ?

Read and Write

As an Author we still read and write
This is supporting all of our art
No one should be viewed bigger than another
Just embrace the variety of words
Displayed on each page
Shared from imagination
Shared from circumstances
Shared from life once lived
And if its any good
Shared with all of you
This is all a work in progress
Authors Coming together with Readers
Sharing the joy of words!!
©2013 Cindy Smith-Jordan

The foundation

The foundation

soil means to growth
what oxygen means
to breathe, but soil
is to dirt what
the wind is to
a breeze

That shouldn't mean
it's precious means should
reside beneath your feet...
it's importance lives beyond
a woman strengths are unique

Never mind it's
consistency with
living below like
concrete... Growth
is directed upward so
most beginnings are
assembled beneath

We've all admired
the beauty and strengths
of a full grown tree... Absent
knowledge you'd never think
that was the future of a tiny
seed

god granted man
the ability to plant
that seed but without
that soils nourishment
that gift granted has no
means

To our women
you must understand
the power that lives
within your vaginal
scene.... Not a door
bringing to life our
wettest dreams but
the key to why life
proceeds... With
just one of you
civilization has earned
it's means so why would
you ever accept the treatment
of a substance that's easily
removed when ones body
is cleaned

The foundation

© 2013 viewtifulink

False accusations

False accusations

where I'm from....

they say violence
is the key for he
who demands to
be respected.... A
lie which trained
my brother to believe
a life of crime is what's
accepted

proper guidance
kept me straight
that routine path
I easily rejected
the way you live
shouldn't be determined
by where your from nor
your complexion

Raised in the
wilderness an environment
that requires sharpened
teeth, in heated moments
your thought process must
mimic the race of a competitors
heart when facing defeat....
your quick must double the
pace of a preys feet after being
pronounced something to eat...
yes your awareness should
be animal like but actions should
portray a human being

Me....

I've been blessed
with guardians
who made sure I'd
never need the streets

taught how to survive.....

by all the death surrounding
me, to this day crime has
never been a state my mind
was forced to greet yet respects
evil twin since I've been grown
I'm yet to meet

To me, you earn
respect by owning
the man your mirror
claims live above your
feet... Disrespect doesn't
know my name because
it's been the same since I've
learned to breathe

False accusations

© 2013 viewtifulink

A Woman's Worth {For Mature Readers}

~ A Woman's Worth ~

Its true its a man's world, but real women make it go round. Woman are the backbone of this world yet men treat women like they are less superior to us, if you command the world. A real woman knows how to hold down a man. Sure, their are some messed up women in the world that can and will brings heartache to yall's relationship, that's when instead of making her feel lower leave, let her learn how to be a woman in her own time. The reason so many relationships fail is lack of loyalty, lies, no friendship, abuse, devotion, love, communication, trust, honesty, faith, cheating, and jealousy. Its really awful. A women don't wont a weak man but she also don't want a dominant man. She want a strong man to care for her be her backbone, her support system. A woman wants a man who can and does take responsibility for their actions right or wrong. A man who can take responsibility for their wrong deeds shows how much respect he has for his woman. A woman wants a man who knows the difference between hearing and listening. Hearing it goes in one ear and out the other, listening means your opening up all of yourself to listen to her. A woman want a man who know how to let go his past focusing only on her, don't make her feel or put her second best to anyone. If she is the queen of your heart show her. A woman desires a man with compassion, who know the difference between fucking, having sex, and making love. A woman wants a man to know her inside out. A woman doesn't want you to step to her saying baby come give daddy head, inside it makes her feel worthless like she is nothing to you. Baby, lets have sex, that's just to feed your pleasure, but what about hers. Now when your heart connects with her heart, that's when she feels your love inside out. Shes trusting her body with yours. A woman wants a man to understand they are not going to always be perfect, but she don't expect you to be either. A woman does expect you to respect her, yourself and yall's relationship. Cheating on a woman brings her down to her knees, drowning in tears quicker than almost anything. Why, she starts feeling ineffectual to all women, when she shouldn't. No women are the same. You as a man see something better in another woman that you may not see in the woman you with, but understand, if she ( the other woman ) is willing to come in between yall's relationship it shows her lack of self worth also your self worth. Trust is like a beautiful rose in full bloom, but once the petals get torn and ripped off the bud shredded up they can't be placed back on the rose. Sure there will be times where trust and faith are tested, but the rose always come back bigger and brighter. A woman wants a man who knows what a profound intimacy connection feels like. Faith plays a huge role in all relationships, but its the core of real trust, once its shattered, its beyond repair. You can't see the damage but its there. Don't let it get shattered then you will see it continue to grow stronger deeper in each other. Even when it hurts tell the truth. Love, is so strange it always ends before it really begins. Love is pain, tears, blood, beauty, sorrow, charm, joy, hope, and fight. Love is battle, your goin to fight daily, with each other, for each other and against each other. Pain is love and sorrow intertwine in one. Your going to have bad times good times, but its your fight in how u deal with it, by taken the cowards way out or fighting for someone and something real. All a real woman wants is to be truly love. If your willing to give up, give in on love easy, then your willing to give up give in on yourself just as easy. Women if your weak man don't wont to act right treating you bad, kick him up out your life don't keep falling for tired lames, find a real man because until you do he will keep bringing you down allowing this abuse to continue because your letting him and allowing him to break you down.

Lips Of Pain

~ Lips Of Pain ~

Waiting for it to all end....... Digging in my eyes with sharp knifes, crawling through broken glass, intertwined in thorns. Sucked into a whirlwind of heartache. Each day instead of falling more in love with you, I'm fall in love with your endless lies. I won't to leave but the hold you have on me is to strong for me to leave. There is nothing I won't do for us, but I can't stay in this misery. Lost in my skin, lost in my mind, yet I'm healed, found in your heart and soul where I continue to be damaged. Our love is a blessing and curse tied in one. Our chemistry is very real yet the tears I shed can't be unrolled. You trashed our joined hearts the time we became one. You say the most beautiful things but I see through you, you have became transparent to me. You spoke daggers out of your mouth to cut my body to shreds. Waking up to a sunrise of lies, giving love of lies through out the day, a sunset of us each night. You sleep peaceful, while I'm in seclusion only comforted by my crimson shattered heart tears. Do u even care? Of course you don't you never looked at me, but you have even seen the core of my soul explode with total anguish before your eyes looking at me with glee. You inhaled my pure love while I suffered inhaling depression. You promised me that we would never be temporary, but its sad we was actually less than temporary. I have build up a fort because I don't won't anyone to see the devastation you placed in my heart. Your desire was to see me die by your hands, you done what you set out to do, except you didn't kill me with your hands you did it with your mouth. You can give me all the diamonds, pearls and exquisite things you want, but it won't change the fact that you placed me in a living hell. Bleeding apathy rich before your eyes, begging you to see how you are destroying me. You claim you love me, but love isn't suppose to cause this much malevolent. A part of my heart died with all your lies you blew in me. With each blood stained kiss you placed upon me with your sweet lips that are full of nothing but toxic pain you annihilate me more . Waiting for it to all begin......

Free Slaves

Free slaves

We live in a world
where a violent reputation
is a cause for celebration...
my brother kills his brother
just to increase our prison
population.... Everyday were
aiding in our own elimination,
half of us in jail the other half
with god or Satan the KKK never
died we just swapped their mask
with our colored faces

looking back I've watched
every year worsen its
captive generation... the
older i got the younger
became the victims
plagued by this violence
infatuation, success developed
a different meaning standards
Assembled by our ghettos
segregation, you place to
starving rabbits in a cage
and time will make sure
they forget their source
of food is vegetation

The perfect manipulation
a reality that flees from
our people's mental
registration... As long as
we keep this up to their
Plan we'll be its statistical
demonstration

I call us free slaves
because those chains
you can no longer see..
but like animals we react
those chains revoked our
rights to be human beings

a leash contains
the wild crippling
the reach in a particular
beast... We've been freed
but portray wild this isn't
how "people" are supposed
to be

Poverty provides
our struggle while
they lend us destruction
to obtain our needs..
drugs and guns an infection
distributed which claims to
cure and set us free.. Money
Eases the struggle yet encourages
devastation with whats supplied
to acquire it means...
we're trapped here with nothing
but their ingredients to freedom hunger
aids the thought of making a reality out
of that dream

Free slaves

2013 © viewtifulink


Pieces of a Mirror

~ Pieces of a Mirror ~
Feat. Rastalady

Oh..shyt... 7 yrs bad luck they say when a mirror U break. So i quickly try to pick up the pieces. Pricking my finger i watch it bleed..and then see my red reflection in this piece. Recalling a time my soul bled. Broken promises cut so deep. And i pick up another piece and see a little girl staring back at me...wondering if she recognizes me? Is she proud of how much I've grown and who Ive become? Or is it disgust that makes her frown? The next piece i have to look at deep...half of a face is all i make out. What does this piece mean? Maybe i don't even know me? Or is it a secret i don't share with you? Then i retrieve a piece ..an old lady?? Who could this be? I don't recall meeting her...is she my future me...looking so elegantly? What tales could she share? Would it be fair if she could talk? Tell me what i need to hear. The last piece i pick up..there is no reflection at all now I'm scared...is this the death of me? Staring into nothingness.my being blank? Will people remember me? And see me for who i was? 
~Rastalady~

I was born wit bad luck, whats 7 more years. I take my fist punch da mirror an watch an feel as da glass burst all round me. Turnin round in da glass as it falls almost if I'm dancin in da fallen glass lookin at my reflections. Sum young, sum old, sum just black. I drop to my knees an look at myself. Thinkin, who da hell is she? She cant be me, dis lil gyrl so full of lyfe, then i quickly see da reflection fade away. I search thru da glass only to find me, her, i don't know. I hear da voices of da glass talkin tellin da story of da reflection, but everythang in da room is so silent an still. Cuttin my flesh as i crawl thru an in da broken pieces. I pick up anotha i see, me wit my kids, then da 1 I'm missin slowly fades as i scream out beggin her her to come back, as her last words are good bye mommy, i love u. I cry, not clear tears but black, yet i have on no make up. I pick up anotha piece me 13yrs old hand full of pills. Did i shattered my lyfe or was i born cursed in pain. I cant take wat I'm seein but I'm frozen in da glass of my reflection, tyme to face da damaged me. Can I now save me? I see my kids wit me in anotha piece, wait their at my coffin, but there nt older their still young. I smash da glass, cant take wat I'm seein but i hear my kids cry out for me. I then pick up anotha piece, edges so sharp it cuts me so deep my soul bleeds. I'm standin ova my dads coffin. All dis misery i cant take it. Da reflections, da voices, da stories behind da reflection. I yell out stop. They just get loud. Is it torture or is it wisdom, to give me strength. I take a piece an i see, me pinned down as a child. I drop da glass. I pick up to long pieces. I have mirror part facin down, i cant take seein me no more. Wait what if its my happiest tyme? It cant be, I'm da princess of pain. I endured so much of it. I eagerly jab da sharp edge mirror pieces in my eyes, now i really see my shattered lyfe in a mirror, i cant even cry, I'm just goin to let my reflections cry for me.
~k.princess~

Nobody Listened When They Cried


~ Nobody Listened When They Cried ~

America home of the brave, true to a point but, y'all men so quick to jump to say we are rulers of this kingdom know as the world. It may be a man's world, but trust it wouldn't be anything if it wasn't for little girls that grow up to be strong women. Women are da backbone of this world, if not for a woman you would'nt be here now and this is how yall repay us. We strong women have to take up your slack raising the next generation up of young girls to be even stronger than we are now. Its true not all women are strong, some are weak, where are yall to help those women through. A woman is at rock bottom when she sells herself to put food on the table for her kids, putting them through school, and clothes on their backs. Where are you to lift her up my strong men? In order for a woman to get known or heard, she has to show her lips, hips, and thighs anything else is unexceptionable in yall's eyes. Let me remove all my clothes to speak my mind, but wait then your sole focus will be only on my body not me building up the lives of those going down in flames all round. Men so quick to say women can't run anything we are only good for spreading our legs laying on our backs. We are the loudest voice but we can't be heard due to lames like y'all who claim to know and have it all. When will y'all finally open your eyes seeing all that we bring forth more than what you know. We have a brain and mind of our own also. True not all men are like this and for that we women bow and say THANK YOU for your respect. America home of the brave but, got little kids dropping out of school to sell crack for you. Telling them education aint the way to go. You can get quick money slanging. Crooked cops in on it cause they also profit, and they suppose to serve and protect, who themselves and you its certainly not us. Not caring bout da little kids running up and down the streets. When the little kid gets gunned down, for making a run for you. Its fine for you the crooked cops looking the other way covering themselves quickly looking for replacements to keep things moving to keep blood money flowing. Do u even think about the family of the little 13year old you had killed? You may not have pulled the trigger true enough, but you handed them the loaded gun. No mother and father should have to bury their child, it should be the other way around. Why they crying at night you counting money. America home of the brave but, parent's can't send there kids to school, why teachers having sex with them molesting the innocent kids. Grown people who know better. The child is tainted for life, thinking he or she said they loved me, when all along it was abuse. What does a 16 year know about the responsible of sex or love from an adult. They preying on easy targets your sitting their letting it happen. Saying, we working to end it but the numbers keep risen up more. Then when the teenage girl comes up pregnant, he, the teacher takes her to get the abortion. He don't won't his wife and kids to find out, telling her its all love for her, while still damaging her, but keeps up his actions with other girls as well with her. Lets not forget the female teachers who are using young teen boys for her own sexual gratification since claim they lonely or husband aint around. Sad to say they preying on younger kids 6 and 7 year olds. Now they scared for life, but do you care, its not u or your child, but what if it was?



Why are we mad?

Why are we mad?

Rip Trayvon Martin I just hope we all are screaming this for the same reason... Death doesn't discriminate we all owe him a hello

So I ask why are we
mad?

We as in all
who's fleshed
is blessed by the
haunting of my
darkened color
skin... Our actions
justify the theft of
life we say okay to
those who share
this rich complexion

we praise he
who murders
until the life
taken is one
you considered
a brother... now
heartbreak stains your
face you may have shared
the same mother... Every
other day the media screaming
look they killing one
another and you
pretended to be death until
the threat wasn't a brother

So again I ask why are
we mad?.... Ill wait..

I'm mad because
this case has built
a cage for your attention,
only because the accused
race your televisions was forced
to mention, black on black crime
is "normal" I guess routine
has most y'all care on suspension
yesterdays killings you ignored
but today your screaming gun
prevention

Never will I imply
what Zimmerman did
wasn't wrong just make sure
next time your brother kills
his brother your singing
this same song... Make sure
them new shoes Dr. King died
for us to wear isn't torn before
their worn, He has us walking
in the right direction but "we"
continue to portray violence
as the means to why were
born

Why are we mad?

© 2013 viewtifulink


I'm an artist

I'm an artist...

The pictures i paint
aren't easily seen
they require one
To think In addition
to their desire to read

Paintings summoned by
my thoughts and their
salve like hunger towards
being free while equipped with
the sex drive of a man who'd
been locked down since ninety
three, this pad beneath my pen
it's only option for a release so
I write satisfaction shaped as
letters the ink portraying my
mental peak

I'm an artist...

Keep from thought
creative writing
a prince to its king
titled artistry... With
thunder I saturate my
skill of imagery so when
you read it's mandatory
my expression is vividly
seen

I'm an artist...

my brush absent
a bristle when these
thoughts are stained..
this strategic mess
I spread with anything
willing to leave its presence
on the scene... The utensil
Needs my thoughts like
your joy needs your pain
the expensive price of a
loss is cheap if their was
no worth in what's to
gain

I'm a writer....

What I feed
your eyes is
considered art...
but if you allow
Your mind to eat
you'll witness the
pictures as my thoughts
depart

I'm an artist

© 2013 viewtifulink

Pen'D Poem: July 7 - 13

When Angels Fly 
  
I happened across an angel 
one day and this is what he said...

...my dear you have such sadness that lingers within your eyes
Although you try to conceal it... I can recognize
The emptiness that surrounds you although your never alone
Even though you are so gentle your heart has turned to 
stone
You cannot be disheartened, you cannot turn your back
Do not close your eyes on life because of things you lack
You must not give in to the pain of so many things to come
Bring everything full circle then all will be undone
You know that I am with you forever and a day
But you must listen to me and everything I say
For I will never harm you nor let life's path drag you down
The flutter of my wings let you know that I'm around
 
...and with the gentle breeze 
he silently disappeared.
 
-Debbie Armstrong