.invisible.

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

i juss got back from black poetry nite @ da cella..n boy wuss it poppin n der! i'm def hittin up dat sigma party next weekend but...rite now..i feel inspired to write a lil bit...ya feel me..so this first one iz called invisible..and the second one (different post) will be called "everything ain't as it seems"

Invisible

I iz for me...who i am..who i be..

Neva needin' no niggaz, no handoutz, no...NOTHINN..

Vizualizin' who i once was..who inspired me 2 change..yet..

Insisting...that...I AM SUMBODY...in da flesh...

Sensastions of how high u get me off how lyrically dope you are.

Issues so persistant on changing our character..tryna break black bitches.

Beautiful Brown Body...Bathed N Sweet Mocha Kisses.

Lyez 2 Tounge Tied for ya own damn good...even tho u knew da nigga would...u still let him..

Eat...that beautiful delicious tasty..sweet..

NEVER MISSIN A BEAT..

but den u realize...dat u aint shyt. Dat the game u was gave was used way back n the slave days..

and u ask yourself...how fucking invisible...AM I?

r these imaginary tears that run down an afrikkan queen'z face?

What exactly do you gotta be on to play games like da men of this race...

N by race I mean...human...not

black,white, hispanic,asian...or nething else that comes to mind..

cuz that is just anotha seperation that we created against our own kind..

and u think...invisibility..lies within me..

it's what i breathe...its what I see..who I be..

Invisible..to everybody BUT me.

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