FREE ME (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

Creative freedom ❤

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FREE ME!!!

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/free-me 

TAINTED BY THE BEAUTY OF THE AMARICAN FLAG 

A WARPED VISION

ITS DISGUISE

A RED, WHITE AND BLUE RAG

DEEP IN THE BYOU’S WERE…

THE BABIES MY GRANDMOMMA HAD

WHILE GRANDPOPPA LOOKED ON ANGRY, POWERLESS AND MAD

LAND OF THE FREE

YOU CANT FOOL ME

THIS RAG IS TAINTED WITH HYPOCRISY

RIVERS STILL TORTURED, DAMS STILL RED

AND SHE USE THAT SAME COLOR TO REPRESENT OUR FUTURE THAT’S STILL DEAD

CENTURIES

OLD HAG!!!!

I AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR THIS CLOTHE

SO F*** THE AMERICAN FLAG!

Please don’t come for me in the comments, it’s called creative freedom ❤

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Grandmamma used to say “little girl stay on these steps”

With an attitude!

Giving me that look to let me know

She was not in the mood

And there is where I always wanted to be

And I didn’t care

Now I want to be anywhere but here

To make this picture anything but clear

So I can be anything but weird

So tired of all these f##ckin’ tears

Wake me from this fantasy I’m in

I want to write a new story

I want him completely washed from my skin

Give me a paper and pin

Leave me

With over a dozen pins

Cause Im’a write and type till I make this right

I’m looking pass it all

I clearly see my midnight

And he will be all mines

Cause I’ll rhyme and mime

To erase this pain if only for a brief time

With every man I invite in

I feel him being washed from my skin

And the invitation is not to my womb

But to that dark place that had become a tomb

Of sorrow and blank tomorrows

Grandmamma used to say “stay on these steps”

But there is where I always wanted to be

Tired of crying wolf just so he could notice me

So tired of this bitter taste

Kissing another man

Truly wishing it was his face

I want him off my skin

So another man can embrace me

And be emotionally free to say yes

When he asks

If he can he taste me

Get!

Off!

Of!

Me!

Something in me

Or someone

Sways for a breeze

To make laughter in-between this hunt

To make hours pass minutes

Give solace to this broken grunt

Universe help me shift

Free me from this ignorance

So we can coexist?

Today I woke up 

I was on top of the world

Last night I fell asleep and dreamt of Diamonds and Pearls

And children with lollypop swirls

Sometimes I don’t want to wake up

But I do

My thoughts always interrupt my sins

Mind over matter always wins

It sounds crazy and things seem hazy

But it’s funny cause…

Last night I dreamt of Diamonds and Pearls and little girls with cute little curls

The world seemed so small

When everyone else seems so tall

Towering over my faith

Small is where I’ve always felt safe

Life’s definition was confusion

Leaving room for the tall to come to their own conclusion

Last night I fell asleep on top of the world and dreamt of Diamonds and Pearls

It’s never amusing to the tall

The tall is clueless to this all

Wondering how the small has nine more lives than them

I was my only friend

One day the tall came to the small and ask

How can you live so foul?

I got angry like the animal I had become and growled

The small proceeded to say

It was one sunny day

I was walking

And I had forgotten to pray

The tall came to me in a rather suspicious way

My husband had just let me free

I was crying and couldn’t see

He started to sing

I will never forget the song

OLIVIA… 

I was young and didn’t know

That in the song…

Olivia was a hoe

He was cute

He asked me why I was crying 

I didn’t respond because emotions where flying

I wanted him to leave

But he stayed and introduced himself as Steve

He was nice

He had a few things

I guess I was enticed

He had on a grey shirt and brown tims

He walked away and asked me to follow him

He told me I could be happy all day

There was one catch he didn’t say

With my life I would have to pay

My heart was heavy that he could see

He asked me to go

And I agreed  

That day I explored

Steve had made me his whore

Days and days went by winters soured

I remember when life was pure

Until one day I met this miracle cure

Steve was gone and my life had become a sadder song

Will the song still be playing when the music stop’s

Will the beat still beat when my heart drop’s

I realized what Steve had done

He was playing games and having fun

Steve had done me in for sure

Off to make some poor girl his whore

Dammit when it rains it pours

Now I’m hanging with robbers and thieves

I was far gone, way pass Steve

Tummy aches

Coughing up blood

And having dry heaves

Now I knew I needed help

I cried out…

JESUS PLEASE!!!

Relieve me of the bondage of self

Because the tall and the small knew I needed help

Last night I fell asleep on top of the world

And dreamt of Diamonds and Pearls

I’m looking at myself and people are crying

There doves in the air and their even crying

My grandmother is hovering over me

Please don’t cry nana I’m free

But of course she couldn’t hear me

It was too late

A voice whispered…

I GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO DETERMINE YOUR FATE!

I haven’t died I’m right here

My soul is shook up and I’m real scared

Am I really dead?

Why is everyone singing that sad song?

And why is my sister reading my favorite poem?

Today I woke up on top of the world

And dreamt of Diamonds and Pearl

 

Who does time wait for?

Released energy

Felt 100 times before

Left 100 times more

Tranquil spirits regenerate to clear it

Politicking nations for the world to fear it

And I wake the echo for time to drawl on time

Liberals in high pursuit already processing minds

For a peaceful surrender

To confuse gender bingers

Who pulled government strings?

To bring light to such evil things

Extraterrestrial molecules

Emote obstacles

That births paradoxicals

I can hear the gavels begin to beat conceit

Invariably bittersweet

Ruling.

Man.

Obsolete.

MY THOUGHTS? I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED (:

IF YOU LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

I LOVE PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE

NOT WHO THEY LOVE

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/if-i-could-be-anything-id-be-a

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I would chirp myself a love song

And anyone else who needed a tune

To heal our broken wing

I’d leave behind the world of words

That maliciously left me

 

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I’d chirp myself a new reality

And leave behind this human mentality

If I can be anything I’d be a bird

And at last

I’d be

FREE

My tear drops become a puddle

A puddle becomes a river

A river becomes an ocean

An ocean becomes emotion

Until I am at the bottom of the sea

 

Quietly

 

Speaking to the spirits

While crying

Crocodile Tears

MARK THIS DAY (POETRY)

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

I was once blind but now I see

Mark this day, I told you I would be free

The devil thought he had captured me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

To get back what the devil stole from me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to heal the wounds that are still open see

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to cleanse myself of all that has happen to me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to warn some little girl because no one warned me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to let go of the pain that’s so deeply rooted in me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to let go of that one bad memory

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to give back what was so freely given to me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to love someone because no one loved me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to laugh

 Free to cry

And free to be who I want to be

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to love you and really mean it see

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to help someone who really needs me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

  

Free from hurting the people who tried to love me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free from hurting you

And free from hurting me

Mark this day, I told you I’d be free

Free to forgive someone who really needed it

 And that someone is

Me

HAPPY (POETRY)

I was in a dead zone

And no amount of encouragement could convince me

That

I wasn’t alone

There was a moan in my soul

And every emotion in me was cold

 

And my thoughts lied to me

 

So I did nothing

 

One day I woke up

And the pain subsided

And joy overrides

This dark emotion

 

And for a brief second

 

I was happy

 

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