Submissions by The_Poetess23

Hard days i'm stressin, momma still protectin', Im out here all alone going through chapters in my zone, mistakes holdin' me from the throne, reaching for the sky, carry me home, last night alive gotta make it right, marching to the beat, now i'm on my feet, even though i'm tired i still got strength in me, I make it to the house, sit back on the couch, pour the goodies out while i break down the owls, but Honey Dutchess got my spirit bouncing around. . . I light one up khalifa playing in the cut, I put my feet up, drifting with the high i'll see ya when i see ya.

OJ Simpson being released from prison . . .Go figure, A public black figure in the eighties killing white ladies, high speed chases on channel nine this is crazy . . . But you OJ !
The man that disconnects with his own race. . Papers plastered with your face, nine years to this date. . . I just wanna say the world has changed, "I'm not black i'm OJ ain't a thang." Please don't let Donald Trump say anything. . . Unanimous votes to let this man go on home, spend time with your kids, ignore thee attention, invest in your pension, start a life with other white women. Just try to be...

The stairs and my embers meet every night around eleven.
I stare off with the night time, thankful for the lonely sky
ashin' embers to my right, smoke inhaling touch my mind
imaginative and a wonder'er of this world, looking for my soul,
in that little girl, lost in myself, my thoughts hold my breath,
i'm neck deep in my shit, i made my bed and laid in it,
Disappointment hanging from the ceiling, closing me in as i'm sleeping
Reality fades out with the evening , when dawn is approaching i see a new beginning,
I'm still holding on to some hurt feelings,...

The summertime bring the best days, sunshine in the sky on the west end, Beaches gleaming blue, everybody's in the pool, by the middle of June High School's and colleges are out for the summer break, making plans with friends taking trips to the other lands,  getting drunk Hungover, early in the morning, late Sunsets, its like the sun never rests so the sky stays blue with a touch of orange. . . Summer nights bring in their own stories.

By: Tatyana Roscoe

Still Moments
                                               A Moment so still,
                                             A moment full of love,
                                           Her eyes shining bright
                                         like the starry Night above,
                                      We stand among'st each other,
                                           Comforting one another,
                                           wondering about forever.

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