Fallen angels. I've seen the way the world ends.
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Black on Black Is the only crime that is coloured The only crime with pigment so dark in its roots that is own history is buried. @seyPEG
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Black on Black Is the only crime that is segregated. The only crime from the ghetto. It's faรงade is so run down that even the cracks belong to the community.
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You call it madness. I call it love.
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If ever the sun would stay, even for just a day I would tell her that my love for her is solar powered. It is sustainable enough for us to generate a future together If ever the sun would stay, maybe through the night, I would tell her of the dreams i have prepared and tied behind my back, knowing that when she arrives it is the start of something new.
If ever the sun would stay, I would tell her about the eclipse in my heart every time she sees that Moon. How he can light the stars and guide her through the night, But can never have enough energy to control her smile. Not the way I do. And till this day, I can not understand why the sun wont stay. And why all of our memories take me back to those long summer days.
@seyPEG
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You will always blame your hands for holding on to pain, even when they pointed it out from the start.
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You will always blame the moon for bringing home the dark Even when it was the sun that left you dry. But you will always chose the sun. Because you prefer fire. You prefer heat over light. To burn rather than to see. But please, never blame your heart for the way it loves. For it shines Brighter then any sun in this world. Its love pours like rockets Thundering onto the earths atmosphere. But it is still light years away from discovering how to love itself.
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ter aje but I look around and for the first time in my life I realise That I am in a world where everyone looks like me. Every skin tone is as rich as the earth it stand on.
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"This one is Aje Butter. English please." and so I see that it is only ‘me’ on the outside. Not on the inside Our hearts do not share the same beat I am a tambourine amongst a sea of drums, dancing to a rhythm that I cannot catch And for the first time in my life I realise That I am not a black man in a white world Nor am I a white man in a black world I am a man in no world of my own.
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Her form is the shape recognised in every eye The universal warmth of beauty
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The face in every dream The smile on every magazine Long straight hair Pale white skin Incandescent with the light
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Of beauty? Ebony cannot be Aphrodite But her skin can be lent to Aphrodite Her body can be worn by Aphrodite Aphrodite and her loves Look not to Ebony Only to her shape, her shadow Her silhouette as its worn by Aphrodite Like a stolen chain Around the neck of your thief’s Spouse
Amawo Bello-Franstz
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You know sey dey wan close our mout Make we na speak di troot Make we na shout Make we na waka for their land Wen say dey waka for our own
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Dey come chop our trees Come chop our women Come silence our voice in dee UN We just be pessin wey dey wear colour For their eyes dey no see man All den dey see na animal Nah animal way comot from bush Wey come beg for life From dee men wey sell us For our own gold.
Amawo Bello-Franstz
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If you repeat something over and over again it becomes a pattern.
maybe hurting you was the ugliest pattern
i ever wore.
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FETISH
The earth we came From has colour the same As your cocoa butter face You must be from another race
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You must be from another nation Your soft and kinky in formations That stretch into the cosmos Waiting To fall to the depths, and you smile a sweet carnation Damn. LARRY BUXXX
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twinning like two legs two gees on my tees for my gees they follow a man round the store but I will always be loyal to the swag to the double gee that costs more than a gee. Amawo Bello-Franstz
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A free man does not hope the sun will rise Because his sky is always bright
A free man does not appreciate the taste of air Because nothing has ever been beautiful enough to take his breath away So free men, Enjoy your freedom But for some, We like our chains. And yes, for you, this is dumb But in being so we are free. This is free dumb.
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Yours is big, mine is bigger Louis, Louis, what’s Gucci, my __________? BIG GUCCI WOP BIG GUCCI WOG
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m e v a h i Who wants freedom anyway?
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How can I feel the shore wash against my feet when I am in somebody else’s shoes? How can I trace the foot prints I’ve left on this planet when every step I’ve ever taken was in pursuit of you?
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We ran away to chase the sun Hoping that we’d never return
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But the closer you get to the sun Everything around you starts to burn. @seyPEG
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THE TROUBLE WITH
HAPPINESS
(1)
The trouble with happiness is that it can never exist without sorrow. But child, please do not confuse them to bear the same weight. For true happiness lasts but a moment whilst sorrow, thundering sorrow, will never stop raining inside your heart. It climbs into your arteries, pours through your organs, drowning away any trace of the person you once hoped to be.
@seyPEG
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THE TROUBLE WITH
HAPPINESS
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Happiness promises that It will be back, with waves bigger and stronger than before But it has never learned to apologise for the wreckage that it carries to shore.
@seyPEG
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I'm on my third six, I'm on my third six, I'm on my third six,
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He with common sense kills all those who wrong him, the left shoulder is a devil, the right wields a goblin: Both strain as the weight of the world rests upon him to the sound of The Throne's rise- its the wrong hymn.
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Land of milk honey, God bless the queen, she lays the money on altar to praise the most supreme
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Spread pollen to dirty faced wrong'ens: the crowds raise their arms and applaud the son Odin, false gods' illegitimate kids with groupies that believe, tell me what the truth be?
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Never be ashamed to weep. For tears are only water. And flowers, trees, and fruit can not grow without water.
special thanks: Selorm Arku-Korsi Ade Adeyemi Emma Oruwariye Larry BUXXX Amawo Bello-Franstz Ola Giwa Oyin Ebikeme Muyiwa Adigun
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