Articulate Matriculation

We are not told to do things. We are afraid to do things anymore. What are we to do? We have to find a way to stand a chance. I'm hopeful for the future because I have to live through it. Maybe it is wishful thinking but as an African American, that's all I have. 

We can not get jobs because we are bypassed by the privileged. Try and try again, we are still rejected and limited. I do not understand. Why again am I labeled something I am not because I pronounce the -ing's at the end of my words. Don't dot my i's and cross my t's with a form a punctuation. Here is the situation. I'm not articulate. I'm just trying to survive like the rest of us. 

Without is failing and crying. We try. We have to make our own identity and create our own culture. We are trying to revert to the past we do not own. We have oy been out of slavery and segregation for a decade. Instead of changes, we are commuting crime disguised as change and against our own kind. 

Our generation and future generations are screwed. Our language is broken and shot. Our freedom is practically stolen and with all these changes, it betters those of higher power and not the human race. Identity is what we need to find. Not try to hide or claim someone else. Calling me articulate or smart translate to "you don't sound like other black people". Though I get that a lot. No one is better than anyone else. Everyone has their ways language, and dialects. Another way we need to find our identity, not in ourselves but as a race. 

Sacrifice (Spoken Word)

I was told my entire life that I could not do it. That it was not acceptable. That I was not able. The art of matriculation and academics is all I knew besides the constant nagging and bragging, bullying and pushing. Don't you know I have a mind of my own? My choices are my own. Some people wait for destiny's to touch to help pick their choices, decisions, and such. Change all those maybe's into yes' and no's. I have my own direct path that I chose. It is my decision. It is my choice to graduate from an HBCU, my choice to not want children in my future. Even though it may be a sin to others. It is my happiness. So please do not tell me I can not, or should not. I am not grown but I am of age to do as I please. If I have the time and the funds, I will do so as I please. I sacrifice my time for everyone. It is time to sacrifice for myself sometimes.

Life's Struggle

Trying not to hold it together.
Things are becoming impossible.
Almost a taunting struggle.
All to make things possible.

Life is not perfect.
Friends come and go.
Some backstab with a sharp knife.
But you will always know.

You are left to fight alone.
Sometimes end up finding someone to love.
Fake a smile to hide the pain.
Somewhere along the way, someone knows the hurt.

You build a wall to keep from hurt.
You lock up emotions.
Keeping the love within.
Somehow to living life to please others.

Things seem to backfire.
Nothing seems to be right.
Your plans ends with a fracture.
But you live and deal with it.

Things always happen.
Learn from the failure.
You have no idea.
It is just a continuous life struggle.

Nonsense Verse

Form of light.
Often rhythmical.
Amusing and fantastical.
Magical situation, not so magical.
Whimsical and humorous.
In a tone and tends to employ fanciful phrases.
Something you do not see that amazes.
Meaningless made up words.
Meaningless or nonsensical piece of writing.
Something that is not overexciting.
Straightforwardly.
It just does not make sense.
The significance?
It is at ones expense.
Contradictory
And impossible scenarios.
This is how and what life has become.
Nothing but nonsensical words.
Hearing the voices of the morning and evening birds.
That is the only thing that deems to make logical sense.
Nothing else.
Because everything else.
Meaningless now.
Utter nonsense.