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Chance of Survival

9/5/2018

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​Have not my tears or shattered moments
you collector of broken things

Let me kiss all of the shit in me they discarded
Teach it how to love the me they left

How to fight off the heavy of black-girl blues
Balance magic between poised and profanity

All I’m saying is let me love what’s mine
Let me heal on my own

Because you might leave one day
And I gotta be able to pull myself through world 
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   and mourning





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... a thousand words...

8/2/2018

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Previously, someone asked if I worried that some of my pictures would discredit or prevent me from being invited to speak to certain audiences and in certain venues.


My response was simple: If I'm rejected or looked over because of my photographs, then that's not the type of space I want to frequent anyway. I am a multifaceted person. A woman of duality. I'm comfortable in my sex and speak candidly about it. And I will not hide any part of the self I've fought long and hard to learn, accept and evolve in to just to be accepted by a certain audience. Take all of me or get nothing. It's just that simple.


-Jus A Black-Brown Gurl From No Where Doin Thangs

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WOMAN

3/29/2018

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sometimes,
I think WOMAN is the closest I will ever get to heaven
So, forgive me
if I praise her skin
drown in the shades of her heart beat
sing her blues on every stage like it’s a pulpit


How can I not appreciate her war?
See scripture at her gates?


Woman got lessons
They hang on her hips
Get stirred into her pots
They pop off her lips between profanity and prayer
Even her “fucks” are soaked in starlight


Dear woman-
You supernova shit talking in your glory
You are one of the reasons I still believe in God






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LOVE LIKE

12/21/2017

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I love like


dreaming while I'm awake
like that first taste of Hip Hop
like dope boys love corners that don't love them
like school girls hold their first crush
like flying in a world of gravity
like black girl loves black boy or black girl
like the first poem that didn't know it was a poem
like I'll make beautiful of these scars


I love like
I love like


I love like I ain't neva been broken



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STILL SHOTS

12/18/2017

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I got a collection a collection of still shots in my heart
Moments of breaking and of making
Most of them are labled with some version of
"not again" or "is it safe here?"
Self says
I don't know
Heart says
It's been safe here
They were just not safe IN here
So, every day Me, Self and Heart collectively decide to continue to love
We just keep the still shots as a reminder that it's not safe to let everyone in
But, just like heaven, I find it odd that this gate is even necessary


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TIRED

12/4/2017

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Do you know tired?
Ever tasted it after a memory slipped like bile up in your throat?
Ever felt it tap you on shoulder and make you crumble?
Hell is the way tired convinces you that you are exhausted with living
When your reflection betrays you and looks like all the THEM that left
and broke you on their way out of the door
It is the miscarriage of love and love's stillbirth
Tired is victim being accused of playing victim
But they don't know tired
They don't hear it no matter how loud it screams
They only recognize it after you're tired enough
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to finally leave

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Breathe...

9/3/2017

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There is purpose in my next breath
The survival of it
The smile and grit behind it
The way it sips graveyard whiskey without getting drunk on the death of the grain
How it teaches me not to apologize for my living
My next breath is the ongoing poem
I can't stop writing


And I know it will end one day
I just hope it's noteworthy enough


for someone to remember me

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a little love poem

2/13/2017

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I want to hold you like sacred space
Like the prayers of the little girl I used to be
before life made miracles seem impossible
I want to kiss you like hopeful
Like the anything I believed in before humanity
taught me how to bleed
Can I just be the need you actually want
The lover that doesn't turn into a memory of regret
I don't want to be a memory,
but I want to be a part of them
I want to be the someone behind your smile
The dancer you share moonlight with
Let's make love the stage our hearts will applaud
at the climax of forever
And we will perform the encore
for the rest of our lives


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An Attempt at Living

1/5/2017

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She is wasting away
Folding into herself
Both wrists smiling crimson with the sunrise
She whispers goodnight to the darkness
To the empty bed that speaks too much of her future
But her bones…
They won’t be still
They creep out of their closets and seep through her skin
They tumble into her mouth and tell strangers her secrets
She tells them how she crumbles in silence
How she cries sometimes at the sight of a new day
She is exhausted with the struggle to breathe
to live instead of existing
to love when it hurts
She-
A broken levee with her heart gutted like corpse
A Y tattooed into her chest
She-
A love poem without a poet around to write her down
so she pours out metaphors in her sleep
praying the devil won’t hear them
She doesn’t want him as an audience to her life
because he is so judgmental to her faults
And, sometimes, that makes her second guess her skin
Which makes her feel sinful since she is questioning the way
God made her
But if He wanted her to be different,
why didn’t He make her different?
Why make her so prone to madness?
Why make her so easy to bleed?
Why make next breath and desire to live so hard to reach?
Why give her dreams that can’t manifest?
Most days, it all seems so senseless
A relentless voyage to emptiness and mortality
And the only time she gets a peek at immortality
is through her pen
So despite the death that haunts her waking moments,
she breathes through ink
through page
All in an attempt to not let her hopes waste away
So she fights through prose, love, madness and glimpses of sanity
just to make it through another day in this world of lost souls and humanity
It is her best attempt at survival and living
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#waste #mortality #immortality #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet #diaryofadayumpoet


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JUST ME (PIC)

12/8/2016

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