Poetry

History Reapeats-written by myself

slavery is a neverending cycle/

theres no breaking the chains/

they dropped from our arms but still in control of our brains/

enslaved by the moralless/

stolen by the theives and sold by the heartless/

raped our coulture lynched our forefathers/

and then burned the very history/

set a blaze with lies built around this country/

it never ends history reapeats its self again/

the bull is still tryin to spray me/

penalty for my skin color/

ripped apart from family/

and witnessed the 80 lashes to my brother/

killed my native tounge and religion/

bluried my vision/

and told me who was my friend/

said they demolished slavery but history only reapeats again/

im stepping out of this cycle/

stepping out of the chains and shackles/

sturdy my roots/

sort lies from truth/

regain control of the streets that i built/

revive the souls of those black men killed/

of those black women killed/

the lies will no longer last/

because im leaving the past/

freedom we must attain/

i wont let history reapeat its self again/

Love-written by myself

her beauty was stunning/
simply attracting/
me to her/
until i could speak nor hear any more/
this world tore/
from the universe in which it lies/
tried not but couldn't help looking/
in her eyes/
could it be my heart speaking to me/
desperately trying to tell me im in love/
took my breath like i was drowning/
the air arousing/
by the aroma/
of my angel from above/
could it be im in love/