*This is a clip from one of my new poems*
"And we are so much more than music We are the motion behind the melody before the soul breaks and spills into notes So it comes as no surprise that we are noted That we are noticed in the God designed melanin of our skin That we are crowned Blues in the rhythm of a world who has forgotten how to feel beyond a computer screen So we scream in the way we walk like pain has never weighed heavy on our souls Like these concrete jungles have never eaten us alive in front of our mothers And turned some of our wayward fathers into crime scenes that Justice doesn't seem to see But still, we stand strong like miracles We climb mountains in our sleep that only bring us to more mountains But where most would give up, we plant mustard seeds of faith on our way up And make foot stools out of any tragedy that's trying to pull us down From slavery all the way to the civil wars among our brothers, We still know that we are so much more than a "Cash Money" click Or the "baddest bitch" We are miracles... From the crown of our heads to the soulful beat in our feet The fact that we still grow, breathe and exist is an act of defiance And for every stereotype others try to hang around our necks, we produce a walking contradiction... For every Lil Wayne, we give you a Malcolm X For every Nicki Minaj, we give you a Sunni Patterson For every Zane, we give you a phenomenal Maya Angelou A Toni Morrison... And some people still have the audacity to think our days of strength are over But no...because we are miracles” #diaryofadayumpoet
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They wonder how she does it How she lives dreams knowing there will be no happy ending How she smiles back knowing their teeth are merely dams that hold in their speculations See, some days, it crawls up my sanity… bending the bough of my mind at the roots Come… Come closer to me and feel what breaks Feel what shatters here while it consumes Feelings transformed to fumes that choke life from limbs rip breath from lips and collapsed lungs… Come… Swallow the death here Taste its marrow and fiction I wonder if Death can keep its promises If it can really embrace all of me Or does it have the human trait of imperfection? Will it forget to hold me forever after this courtship is over? After it knows every cell attached to this frame? After the climax of my end, will it continue to revel in these walls? No one will ever know how I wish this were true How I long to keep Death here How I wish this tragedy could end with me, and never touch another life This would be my happy ending But who ever said life would be a fairytale anyway? -Melanie YeYo Carter- #diaryofadayumpoet Your touch...makes it impossible not to smile vertically... horizontally... On face... And below waist Soul deep It's amazing how we teach the sun & moon about symmetry We are Ying & Ying... We push pull explode simultaneously And we spill... producing orgasmic galaxies on fingers in palms in Psalms on lips Your hands translate the Braille on my skin into moans You read me... Only to find yourself in the history of my forever #dL #diaryofadayumpoet SOMETHING NEW...YEA... #DIARYOFADAYUMPOET
"As writers, it is not death we fear most in this life. We fear waking up one day and finding that, for whatever reason, we are unable to write anymore. For a writer, this is the equivalent of death. Most of us don't write to live. We live...to write." -Melanie YeYo Carter- #diaryofadayumwriter #diaryofadayumpoet |
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