InJustice

The wind whispers
sounds of autumn
leaves crumble,
speedy on the track of life
as we watch those who stumble,
the sun sets,
I’m watching the sky turn grey,
Experiencing the lonely road of another day,
Only true comfort exist in the arms of black mothers
Another day of ghetto mattresses
piss infested wit no covers,
And when the rain pours,
we close windows and lock doors,
find shelter to avoid the quiet storm,
We run from the pain and anguish
car notes and bank statements,
Wondering when the love left.
I just have to reflect…
my love is eternal,
I’m watchin my soul fly free,
my love's black on both side most definitely
Anticipating the beauty
Inviting color into my onyx world
Holding on to dreams means for living.
Our love is meant for giving.
Yet
The condition of my environment
Is preventing my progression towards success
I have to get out.
I have to fly free from…
An environment non-conducive to the American dream,
America the beautiful has a black eye,
it festers like the sore Langston Hughes spoke of,
where's the dove of peace?
if the street rainbow has no gold at end,
just tarnished brass.
What of real love our street need?
Real justice our souls bleed?
Ancestors died fighting now they being made a mockery.
While death falls freely to the innocent,
no resolution
just disposition.
Color blinded by desires.
Misprints of black and white.
Shades of gray unwelcomed.
Oh, such a familiar sight,
Our plight
Lil black boys and girls
Experiencing a different world
Merry-Go-Rounds full of destruction
In conjunction,
The enemy,
Creating hood celebrities.
A mentality,
Where being streets smarts
And hood savvy
Is glorified as success.
What the hell is happening?
When work shifts equal 8 hours on the corner.
A bullet wound your badge of honor.
Where is the love within all the drama.
How backwards our worlds have become.
Selfish desires keep us from unity.
Justice keeps us from living.
The easy way out keeps us from working.
We must start speaking our greatness back into existence.

Raped!

Releasing these words from the ink of my heart
Progression ever so gently graces my mental
Relapsing memories
Tragically coming into my womanhood
I was victimized,
In the moment,minute, and for years to come.
I keep replaying memories
words unspoken
While actions speak loudly
I want to escape.
I am trying to...


My Imagination
I Imagine myself dancing upon stars
Joy on Points
Melodies
Everything becoming my being
Temporarily this was the world I lived in...
My world.


I was snatched
out of this fantasy
This trance
with a touch
A simple Touch
A Touch that seemed at one point so gentle and loving
Just a Touch.

Now violates physical essence
Dangerously invading the space of the mind
Mine
I thought my body was mine.
I claim it as mine,
belonging to me and only me
It's not for you, not to be shared
I am selfish!

Traveling through life unconsciously
I am Lost.
Losing my identity,
Slipping through life,
Unrecognized,
Voiceless,
no character,
person-less
X

X marks the spot
Bruises cover the spot
Sounds enhances the spot
Fear keeps this spot,
I remember.
Remember
Remember when I was me!

Me living freely!
Smiling freely,
dancing freely,
singing freely.
I wanted so badly to be Freed!

Escaping mentally
My Imagination
Imagining I am dancing upon stars
Joy on Point!
Melodies

I am becoming my being
Temporarily
this was the world
I lived
Before life died inside me.
Unison
Monochromatic
Procedural
Living

Until touch stole it all.

PROGRESSION

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I've hated

I've cried

I've mentally died

I've laughed

I've happily smiled

I've believed

I've conquered

I've spoken

I've sung

I've danced

I've walked

I've stood!

Finally I've progressed from my past

Grown

Growth

Progression

chasing....

reality tipping
fantasy dreaming
epiphanys of uncommon wealth
temporary relief of negative moans
and
heartless trips
In reality's hallway...
destiny's corridor,
vision's vestibule,...
my superstardom awaits
‎​Questioning my every move
is this the minor desire waiting for me
‎​Lurking in the voided place,
stalking my confidence,
pulling at my pride,
Stabbing at my soul
this is the internal battle that I cannot win
.... Beads of inspiration sprinkle my feet constantly walkin w ambition

Dreams of Black...edited by jovonna rodriguez

No longer haunted by insecurities

Of beauty,

Of image,

Of self-esteem.

The suicide of mis-education.

A grave marked with victory.

Failure was the plague of my people,

Now progression is our disease that we wish not to cure.

Melodic orchestras

Of educated conversation roam our streets,

Traveling within the ears of our young ones.

This is the noise we never want to silent.

Youth repeating,

Studying,

Rehearsing,

And finally attempting to understand,

Motivated speeches.

There are so many dreams to be conquered

And cycles to be broken.

The prostitution against the government

The hypocrisy of defeat,

The money and greed,

No longer defines us

Jails and graves have no place for our freed souls.

Let's have a funeral for stereotypes

That has only manipulated our enemy’s mind against us.

Outliving myths

And false hopes of failure

Against our beautiful complexion.

Inner beauty lives.

Salute to the Ebony queens

Who make love to education

And birth geniuses

Intimacy built on

Character references instead of bastard situations

Or victims of selfish one-night stands.

Nothing but love

To the onyx kings

Who speak with eloquence and sophistication,

Instead of producing words of ignorance and remedial conversation.

Dreams of black!

Reality of Beauty.

Recognition from within.

Reality Speaking

Passion awaits,
debates of politically corrupt politicians, with ambitions of greed and seeds of hate,
ubiquity and iniquity settle the score...

A battle where intelligence has become the target
against poverty stricken mentalities yearning for concern
in world where the simplest word attacks the being of a soul
A soul drenched in agony,
the irony of a prom queen spirit,
waring against a strippers reality...

the brutality of a strong current
beating against the shore
of my mental capacity ‎​
A Love story turned into a tragedy...‎​

Lookn through the eyes of my heart there's no reason to accept love
to live freely
conquering fears of heartbreak
and the aches of my souls
treading within
Fighting the demons of hate
battling daybreak and sunset
where am I to go
existing in a world where to live is to die
and to die is to live....

Yet again I'm left in question
Struggling to comprehend
The beginning from the end
Of it all.

POETRY IS MY WORLD

ALLEGORY

ALLITERATION

ANAPEST

ASSONANCE

AUBADE

ALL VIGOROUSLY DOMINATING MY THOUGHT PATTERNS

BALLAD

CAESURA

CHARACTER

COMPLICATION

CONNOTATIONS

COUPLET

BECOMING MY SUN MY MOON AND MY STARS

THE DISTANCE BETWEEN IMAGINATION AND CREATIVITY

DENOTATION

DIALOGUE

DICTION

PRONOUNCING EVERY WORD OF THIS WITH CLARITY

ELISION

ENJAMBMENT

EPIC

EXPOSITION

BEING THE MUSE AND THE CREATOR

FLASHBACK

IMAGERY

IRONY

KWANSABA

SEVEN

SEVEN LETTERS

WORDS

SENTENCES

SYLLABLES

SEVEN

THE NUMBER BEFORE BEGINNING

METAPHOR

ODE

SOFTLY HEARING MELODIES OF YOU IN MY SOUL

RHYTHM

FOOTSTEPS MATCHING THE STRIDE OF MY MIND

POETRY HAS BECOME MY WORLD

LIVING IN ME

BIRTHING FROM ME

DELIVERING THROUGH ME

AND FINALLY FREEING ME....