“Eyes” by Karl Sisson.

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“Eyes” by Karl Sisson.
Contradiction
I destroy myself to give birth to me again,
I incinerate my entire being
To rise up from the ashes again,
I hide to occupy the vastest of spaces,
I talk of reason & enlightenment
To conceal chaos brewing inside me,
I keep silent so that my soul can roar like a lion,
I plant trees in my garden everyday to trim
Cancerous weeds growing inside
My vaulted ribcage,
I sheathe my daggers to slash
The monsters and the doppelgängers
Taking abode in me,
I shed tears in the dark
To scream like harpies inside my skull
And call forth the all-devouring tempest
Through the incantation
Of the anthem of wreckage & destruction,
I offer to maintain peace & harmony
To go spiralling into mayhem,
I smile to die a thousand death,
I crumble like the Judgement day
To resurrect myself in countless pieces
From the lifeless dusts and rubble,
From dead cells and rusty barbed wires,
From the outcries buried tracelessly
In the crossed-out dates of calendar.
♥
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8, Isnt 8
in the time of the fear in the park near
by I saw this stranger seem to be fightin nothing, hands
flappin in the mid air. I hesitated to get near
but on the minutes of the fear
I couldve done more than stare
maybe ran and go helped, went somewhere.
its a few moments that he is sufferin
when I wasnt payin any attention
to what or whom he was opposing
or supposing
it wasnt my business enough to go there
but visual i was with him invested in whatever,
which made me uneasy to look at what we was fightin
it didnt seem to be a reflection and i know i wouldnt
let myself look like that-
Thats the fact of denial
in a downward spiral
I have no more strength left to fight
but its a silent
for and why I stand alone every night
they always come back, and the guy in the park
stalks me in the dark
I try light a spark
but internal fires may grow
external scars will forever show.
I cannot match what I feel.
Is it real
Reality is a spoken verse day and night society is living for me.
♥☻
To the end of time,
and I stay in line ,
each specific word that didn’t linger
but it stayed and soaked into each point
And my life stays calm
in the midst of the storm.
I must belong.
I feel no wrong
and does that make me
prone to violence
and in silence
I stare
into the mid air
cold tears slither down my cheek
it reeks
its a scentless and it creeps into your every pore
into my eyes its sore
and I blink,
strugglin’ to grasp a thought, tryin to think.
it won’t sink…in
leavin’ and sayin I’m not comin back
but don’t worry you will forget
before I leave , finish your drink and swear,
you don’t ever know, me from nowhere.
Get the mind and the body shall follow. Must be why they're trying to exploit my mind
Imani said this
Tick
In the midst of tryin
and Im so sick of your lying
quit making an issue
its not my fault i dont trust you
makin me cry
not even understanding why
So I
sigh, move away
take my eye
offa you
and the pain stays
as your memory fades
I don’t want to feel
like I am on show in one of your
pathetic plays,
My emotions are flowing
And I'm not sure How's it going
But I stitch on happy
And nod gladly
Although I'm confused
Sick of being the one who's used
The problem is within
Depth of my memory
See it starting to slide
But where can I run and hide
I'm ashamed, but you blame pride
It's weird, no matter how much I obide
They say these rules are for everybody
But I constantly feel like I'm nobody
See why I don't think they apply to me
It's a mess
Yes, I must confess
Nothing good in this hood
Hooded down and self esteem to match
Avoiding any emotions I may catch.
This
Is
Lush
H.A.M
Its raining again and I start
To feel some sort of pain , I hate this part
Oh don't worry I won't
Stray away onna rant, thats not what I want
Being in dark-skinned,stepping melanin pride it aint a front
I really love myself, every black insult I awe
Inspiring beauties told me I am unique
There's something about my face
Quite unreal that it can't be place
Where I was born, although my culture is strong,
Features on this face Gambian laced skin so deep
In my mind paranoid lies still creep
And I took 200mgs tryna sleep
If these scars I wear
Labelled me as showing no fear
Please pay attention and hear
A niggas speech
Its never to late to reach
Out but something in my head says no
Dont trust them, its you in a file
paper don't agree with you, appearing to be so vile,
Your such a lovely girl
You were raised right
Yea,but colorism was my daily fight
You can't imagine the night
I discovered im beautiful under this highlight,
Eyelashes and hair did outta sight
Outta mind looking for my self love
In magazines tryna rise above
Black imagery chosen by white supremacy
Who look just like me
Yea, I found it funny
Eventhough aint it aint making me happy
I gotta brush it off with a smile
Its a long road since I was a child
Striving that extra mile
Just because I was darker
Just because I was darker than you
They shouting chocolate darlin
Got me twirling round wondering
When did this dark-skinned girl
Twirled and grew
Black assets developed
And so did my beauty
From the neck down
Nigggas was tryna get me to bow down
I am passionate
I hate
That it resonate
Something bad for this brother feeling blue
About him and shoots at you
Ha
Some days I blaze purple haze and try work out this maze
And some days I just want to drop dead.
My mums at war with her sisters
And me, mine are trying to belittle
Me and whats wrong with my mind
This constant state from neat to mess
All over the place, my heads at I must confess
All over my body arms, feet head and chest
Nowhere for this weary soul to rest
But I lay in bed
And mostly dream
Things aint as bad as it seem
You hold the will to change your life
Although you rather just sit and moan
Get on the telephone and scream
Cause a scene for this little piece of green
Dream until their payday wished blessed
Looking for sales in the cheapest stores
Bragging about bargains, talkin out ya neck
Figuring that way you can still claim respect
I've thrived by my self
And I don't ever look back
To the first verse
In the first place
Staying here, depends on me
Well alright, thats calm, okay let's go
No asking, no more borrowing
Unless its transferable skills
That can fill this hollow
Gap where skunk and cali
Erased most of my memory
But I'm better now I only blaze
On evenings and Thursdays
Its kinda hard to change my ways
But I'm tryna inspire out this behaviour, hope it aint no phase
And sick to the stomach of repeating the same ole phrase
If I don't change me
Ima allow myself to soak up every energy
All the downlows
All those jealous hoes
I can't afford for those
To keep me anchored with them
Misery likes company and it aint got a friend in me....
Ya feel like bringing me down.
Fuck outta my face, clown
Your just a sad joke,
Tryna break my character, tryna provoke
Me, to switch. Uh uh you fail.
Aint gonna have me seating up in jail
(Tbc)
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No matter how polite you are, how many degrees you have, or how good of some money you make. If you're of color, you're still a n*gga.
No matter how much you do for the community, how long you've served in the military, or even if you serve as a teacher, nurse, lawyer or police man. If you're of color, you're still a n*gga.
No matter if you live in the suburbs, drive a nice car, or have the perfect all "american family". If you are of color, you're still a n*gga.
No matter if you turned on your turning signal, no matter if you put your hands up or keep them in your pocket.
No matter if you have your baby in the backseat of the car or your lover in the front seat as a witness.
No matter if you're wandering in your granny's yard trying to come home.
And please don't show them a phone in exchange for a bullet to your soul. Your family would have to pay that toll, unless you get a goFund me from your own black community.
When they prey on us, we should pray for us. Its a live game of among us. Because,
No matter if you have skittles in one hand, and a peace tea in the other with a hoodie on.
No matter if you can't breathe.
No matter if you state your rights with peace.
No matter if you comply.
No matter if you peacefully deny.
Oh the injustice we cry.
When they aim low we aim high, is hard to live by.
No matter if you whistle at a pretty girl, or anyone that doesn't look like you in this world.
You are still, just a n*gga.
We are still, in the eyes of them who fear us.
Just a n*gga.
𝙸 𝚏******𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗(𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔)
I’ve been telling folks lately that poetry is one of the most powerful technologies we have access to. They think I’m joking.
In a recent interview, Inaugural poet Amanda Gorman mentioned that she has a mantra that she recites before every reading: “I am the daughter of Black writers. We are descended from freedom fighters, who broke through chains, and changed the world. They call me.” Transfixed by Gorman’s mantra, I began thinking about the words that I carry with me…
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