A Bajan Gal Writes

Writing poetry to educate, relate and to escape🌹 @uhh_bajangalwrites on instagram

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GOD If God is love And Love is blind Love is the woman Whose reflection is tainted with lies Body Too wide Mind too complex Replacing her next breath To save oxygen for you instead Constantly trying to reduce her self Fill less space So she can fit into that dress A size too small It don't only swallow her waist But self confidence If love comes in all sizes My size must be too tall It Towers over the steeple I guess that is why we fall Into love And come climbing back out again Broken in all the wrong places Hearts can be replaced but they never truly mend Love is the woman somehow taping broken pieces Of someone else back together Crying herself to sleep Afraid to discover what lies beneath the covers Drowning She takes pill After pill Of insecurities And covers her beauty with expectations Little does she know her melanin never needed no explanation A brown woman glitters in sunlight And black women embody it Yet they tell us We were created in God's image And show me a white man with Blonde hair And blue eyes that ain't nothing like mine But they tell us love is blind This love don't need no glasses She is the mother of civilisation She is a warrior and the revolution She is igniting billboards and they ain't no backstage passes To her show If Adam was the first human She is the garden of Eden that gave birth to him If God is love And love is blind It is time that I refocus my mind Readjust your lenses If God is love And love is blind God is a woman. T.Steede

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The Whys Thoughts of something Strumming against my mind Once again I'm running out of time Wish We could see beyond these coloured lines But your red eyes have got me hynotized And Your sad lies could change my whole world again When you'd say you need me more than just a friend Caught In a web, we just pretend Our light touches don't mean anything And Your light brushes Against my lips Softer than a painter's brush Against The tip of his canvas Am I prettier than a painting? Would You still love me If my beauty was like coffee In the morning And not a sunset After a hurricane? - T.Steede

[metallic-words]

a. An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.

-Law Of Inertia, Issac Newton

*applies to philosophy*

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New Age Romance And we're tired of watching Of being afraid Decency not inherent? Could be downloaded from the internet? In the New Age People taking snapshots Of highlights from their imagination Romance nothing more Than infatuation A drug infused into the minds of : young girls Trying to provide the illusion of satisfaction The attatchments Cause distractions Where we focus on attractions Disregarding the importance of Self-love: You never loved him But needed him to love yourself more Pretty girls were always beautiful Before the boys said so Before the noise grabbed us and media tried to Grab us; Insist we divulge in a hollywood perception So tired of being cautious Yes the world is full of monsters Disguised in pretty lies pretty eyes And bad pick Up lines trying to di- Vide trying to Distract you From focusing Your lenses It's a dangerous thing For a young Rose to be raised Flourish into a broader phase Young girl you are worth more Than a fu**ing male gaze. - T'afari

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Bajan Math They tell me I got it wrong I don't look, walk or talk like A Bajan So something in my genetic chromosomes must be off I struggle to grasp the specific marker That indicates my foreign But I just can't divide to find the mass I must subtract But I ain't never been good at maths as a matter of fact I tried to multiply the number of syllables I can explicate In sixty seconds Just to assess whether my speech is indeed not as free flowing As a rubberband doing cartwheels And I only came up with seven Ways ..... 📷 Poetic_evocations

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D R A M A T I C

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Make Up Apparently I smile Like my joy is made of tears Teeth wide, never seem sincere You criticise me Because I can't drape myself in plastic Like snake skin and shed When the opportunity presents itself You present yourself Reinvent yourself When a new opportunity arises And you Could never be brave enough To be honest To leaf through the layers Of your reflection in the mirror; It's not about wiping your eye shadow away It's about digging deep Deeper within the crevices of yourself To see the foundation Of your skin For the first time. - T'afari Steede 📷 @poetic_evocations