Submissions by jay_j93

Little black girl from a broken home.
Whose been told she's so wrong that she apologizes when her period comes.

Little black girl from a broken home in a third world county, singing to herself to kill the alone. Thinking maybe if she closed her holes she wouldn't feel so empty.

Little black girl from a broken home in a third world country whose dream is to ride in a Bentley, you have small dreams. So small they are wallet size. Blinded by soaking eyes for a mother who never seems to listen.

Little black girl from a broken home in a third world country with...

I wish I was dark.
Not literally
I mean lyricaly
I wish I was lost

In pain,
Let my eyes draw thin streams made of blood
Memories escape. Down my cheeks they'd roll.

I wish I was worse.
Mad at the world,put my sorrow in verse
Obsessed with blades and the cuts they could leave...
Excited by thoughts of arteries bleeding.

But that isn't me.... Not me I say.
That is the me I buried away.

"Insatiable"

I wanted that seat...
Sitted on my uncles laps thinking 'how would that material feel against my jean covered butt cheeks'
It's not like anyone would see... Just for a second.
Buh I'm told the man I'm with is respected and judging by the attention he's getting....
I ought to behave.
I waited two weeks and hooray....
Then we got off our bus
And my just content heart got hungry again when I saw a strong black male behind the wheel of a maroon grand cherokee and...
I want that jeep.
Just a drive should satisfy me,I mean,who...

Excellence,charisma,speech so exact you wouldn't want to throw yourself over the bridge anymore. Tall,dark and handsome? Call it what you must. He's the Dork.
 Dude walks to the front,all eyes on him,oh he knows he's different from everyone else alright,and stoutly refuses to become what is called "normal".Sleeves rolled up,check,voice alteration,check,stern look,check. A sound soars through the still carbon dioxide in the room,introducing the "intellectuals" to a world of curves and straight lines complemented by labels of price and quantity.
 In a battle to...

Ok,so the screens sample it in doses large as four course meals.
And its radios song,that lyrical melodic spell that makes bridges between time and feelings.
And feelings know no time,yo
Age ain't nothing buh a number
Well numbers don't lie.
Buh Love doesn't care right?
Multicultural, interacial,crossing boarders of religion. The key that unlocks the doors between the poor and the richest. The elixir of humility. The symbol of ultimate trust. The James of all bonds.
........
Don't hold that door,close it.
I'm not coming.
See a man seeking water is...