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Once a man masters the art of love. 

He then conquers the act of making love.

Floetic Vibes

For those who don't know or are unfamiliar with my story.

Floetry made me love and appreciate poetry accompanied with singing.

I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was raining
The windows were foggy and I was in grade 7 
Waiting 
For my sister to come back from her overnight school trip
My mom popped in a CD
I was half asleep and I didn't know what was going on
 Nor did I care.
I heard an instrumental that was adorned with sensual moans 
Panting voices
The first time I heard, "Floetic" by Floetry
 I felt something I've never experienced before that night
My body tensed up
My pupils became dilated
My canvas was then covered with a tingling embrace

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Floetry introduced me to a different world. A world full of love, poetry and sensuality. I was too young to be experiencing what I felt that night. Floetry is the reason why I write. I thank you.


 

I'm Not Traditionally Beautiful

I'm not traditionally beautiful and I have accepted that 

Once I began to tear down the walls of societies definition of

beauty 

I built my own

In turn my flaws transformed into strengths 

I surrounded myself with self love 

Instead of self hate

You pick at yourself for not having what they posses 

But who's they? 

Who are you fighting to look like? 

To emulate?

I'm not traditionally beautiful 

And I have accepted that

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Writing this gives life to secrets I've tried to bury

Days of optimism, turned into nights of oppression

My back would slide down the wall as I wept in fetal position

Crying, screaming, myself to sleep

Sunrise would come

Light would burn my eyes

I would get up from the floor in the morning light 

Only to find solace and comfort in my bed

Memories of the good times

Assumptions of what went wrong

I held onto your love 

Foolishly thinking it would return

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I am learning to leave 

I have never whispered a formal 'goodbye'

For my words have failed me in times of despair

The comfort of thine voice has kept me company 

For if I left it would welcome loneliness 

The warmth of your breath shields me from the cruel winter

I am learning to leave

The Unconventional Prevails

Today I snapped out of my normal Sunday day routine and went to the book store. Not only was it refreshing. I needed this time to myself to get lost in a sea of mystery and imagination. I didn't know what I was there for, so I just walked around to explore. I started off in the non-fiction shelves and ended up finding my roots - art. My one and true love. I stumbled across the book 'The Art Of Rebellion III'. It's about unconventional art in professional spaces and places. I was drawn to this photo in the book due to the message it carried out. I was going to draw up a whole synopsis on how dope it is. But I'll let you do that yourself.

Did you step out your comfort zone today?

026 x I Am Not Your Average Girl

My thighs rub together while I walk. 

I am not your average girl 

They bare battle scars and dimples that are far from my face 

My nose flares like my ancestors 

My hair is kinky and coarse 

I am not your average girl 

I have beauty marks on my lips and on my back  

They connect into an astral formation 

Revealing my lineage  

When I wash my hair, it shrinks into the formation of cumulus clouds  

And when I comb my hair it expands like the rays of the sun 

I am not your average girl

When I smile my lips shift to one side

When I rise I stand on my toes

I am not your average girl

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Take me there

Back to the place where I felt free

Free of judgement and insecurity

The weather danced on my skin like the soca monarchs in the street

The trees whispered secrets as they wrestled in the wind

The blades of grass comforted the soles of my feet

The water swallowed me 

Taking me to a place nature had abandoned

I was made whole again

Take me there 

Where the sand nourished my skin

Image via Instagram: wannajean

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I am not yours. You are not mine

We belong to the Universe 

You are borrowing my love 

I am lending my compassion 

The days we spend in each others company are limited

They will take me from you

Temporary feelings ring true

I will drift from you 

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You lead me through love with blind eyes 

The significance of your touch triples in comparison 

You envision me while gracing my form with your fingertips 

Your hands act as brushstrokes as you paint your reality 

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Worn out
Like an old pair of jeans
Her price tag has been eternally ripped off
With no sense in return
As she lay there
She feel the burn
The hurt
The unsucessful births
She regret the sexual activity
Accepting the fact that no one wants her
She brings pain to her wrists
As she cuts away the sorrow
She clench her fists
Worn out like an old pair of jeans
Lil Mama knows what it means

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I write not to escape my reality but to create a world of my own

Full of wonder and imagination

Where 9 to 5's don't consume our living

Passion is the only hustle

Excuses and limitations are replaced with

Opportunity and endless ladders that extend beyond our feet can reach

We are the leaders

Developing ideas followers only speak of

Graffiti lines the walls of our buildings

We are lead by love and art

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Can you spare some change?

Cause my finger-tips, that link to my palms.
Are looking a bit estranged
It ain't no shame
I just want some fame
These words echo back and forth into the mind
Of the man, who cannot stand, the condition -
Of his living.
He see's his dreams
But he becomes livid
He wanders with confusion than suspicion
Why these passengers wont spare there change to the homeless -
Musician
His guitar plays a sad song
His hat filled with no change
Has remained the same
Oh the shame of the people

They treat the Musician, lesser than the equal.

Just wait until you hear the sequel

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Your train is leaving soon
I flip back the pages of my calendar to try and stop time
From ticking, from moving
Its just more time I'm losing
Thoughts of reality has turned into delusion
There's no possible conclusion
You left a mark on heart
And turned the cells in my stomach
To gliding butterflies
No matter how hard I try
Its never gonna be the way I want it
I put everything on the line
Laying my body on the tracks, to stop the commander from moving
I tried to get a ticket
But my card declined
And did the opposite of approving

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I envision

The moment

We engage

In passion

Something we both imagine

Happening

My head tilted back

Biting my lips anxiously

Knowing your on top

Watching my face

I scream your name

My fingers in my mouth

Wet

Faint smiles

Sweat

Heart beats

Increasing

Mental to physical

Thoughts

Emotions

Feelings

Expressed sexually

You

Me

Intimacy

Candles In The Sun x Black I's.

When you look at me what do you see?
A troubling gaze into a terrified soul?
Or a woman who unlocks heaven through the windows of her eyes.

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If I touch you
I'm gonna want to feel you
Go search the depths of your soul
If I hug you
I'm gonna want comfort, during those nights were it's cold
The nights were I'm crying my eyes out 
As my soft tears roll down my cheeks then hit my pillow
My attitude, so prideful and bold
My head held high in the streets
Only to lower as I enter my key into the door
I want to say I love you
But its trapped in the mental images I store
In my brain -
For you to live, and leave me, when your time came
I love you more than anything
It's just hard, to get closer to someone, I may loose
I wish you were here forever
To help me forget about my sorrow
My blues
As I ignore, my nightmares
I dream that you will stay right here.
If I say I love you
That will make me weak
Giving all my love to something that God wont let me keep.

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There's some men who women will give their all too. 

Even if it's for one night

I think you are the prototype

You got her wondering how you taste 

How you look when the sunlight reflects ya

Are you a soft, gentle lover?

Or do you feed off greed?

Do you appreciate what lies between her knees

I'm tired of writing

I need to see for myself

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Black women come in various shades and sizes. 

Beautiful melanin, lips, hips and coily hair.

I wouldn't change my complexion or hair texture for the world. 

Melanin is what they envy.

The versatility of the black woman is endless.

I will teach my kids to appreciate every coil in their kinky hair and love their skin 

For queens and kings bore the same complexion.

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Black cat

Following my path

Admiring my footsteps

Emerald green eyes pierce at me through the night

Street lights cover her trail

Black cat

Following my path

Am I the one that crossed you in your past lives?

Darkness covers your existence

Others run in presence

Yet

 I am intrigued

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What if I told you everytime we made love I written about it?

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Very often I feel that people vow to others and never themselves. 

When we do this, we not only limit our capabilities, we box ourselves in with no escape route. 

I feel like in order to exude happiness and love to another we must do this within ourself first. 

We are our biggest supporter, cheerleader, coach. It is our job to keep ourselves full of joy and no one else. 

When we realize this we can truly grow and transition into the person we are destined to be.

I was always trapped in this idea of myself.

I neglected my wants and needs and with that my self worth disappeared as well as my thriving independence. 

When we search for love and acceptance to complete our existence, we lose ourselves in the process. Our inner-peace and bountiful energy we pass on to the Universe.

 We conform to ideas of thy self as said and described by others. And that was what I did.
When someone makes you feel inferior you must rise above it and make decisions that will ultimately bring peace and positivity into your life or you will continue the cycle.

Just because I am able to unite my words with love and penetrate them with happiness does not mean the words of others have not destroyed me at some time in my 21 years of living.

I am still learning to overcome grief but to also recognize that happiness will not be a destination if I continue to try to cover the guilt of others in order to avoid conflict and strife.

We must do things alone and not wait for others to tag along to our dreams and desires.
Thus we will start the transformation + transition of self.

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Eyes roll back.

Lotus pulsating. 

Clavicles erect.

 My hands grip the edge of the King bed. 

He holds onto his Queen. 

His throne shines like a million stars bursting in light.

 I travel through his words, high off his sound.

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I followed you one day

Just to see where you were going

I didn't know where it would lead me

I hid in your shadows betrayed by the light

In front of the man that betrayed me

I slid down the bumpy walls away from your peripherals

I crawled on the stained carpets 

In this lonely building 

I waited in the elevator with you disguised as aninvisible patron

I seen you walk into apartment 3C

She slid her locks slowly but surely

She greeted you in leather and lace

I didn't know how to face you

Was this what scorned lovers do?

I floated in her space 

I was careful never to leave a trace of me

I thought you had all you need-ed

She made you dinner

You just rushed her to the bed

I heard every thing you said

I wish I could of sped up the process to prevent my eyes to face these lies 
I've known all along

Her clothes hit the floor

Your bravado ejected 

They were soo familiar 

Doing what lovers do

Failed to be protected

I subjected myself to this view for hours as they commenced over and over again

Just a friendly mistake 

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He loves her

You should see the way his lips caress hers

He swims in her pool of thought

Pool of lust

He drinks her

Swallows her

Her tulips provide more than he imagined

He plans on devouring her flower until sunrise 

Our bodies have formed a code

A new language 

Only we could understand 

words, expressions

The looks we exchange

Reveal more than just the naked eye

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Me, my grandma & ma are sleeping in one bed

Three generations of dreams and memories are flowing within me.

Decades of love, pain, loss 

The gift of enlightened vision is inherited

Bold spirits run rampant around the four walls that conceal our lineage

20, 40, 60

Strength lies in numbers

My grandma gets up to wash clothes & sing

I extend my legs

She protects this house by chanting hymns 

Passing down my great-grandmothers lullabies

We can feel her hidden existence 

The sunrise blind our eyes as we manifest our destinies 

We formed a triangle on this rectangular vessel 

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"Fall in love" Why must we "fall" in love?

fall - the act of surrendering (usually under agreed conditions)

fall - a sudden drop from an upright position

fall - decrease in size, extent, or range

Why would you want someone to "fall" in love with you? It sounds like they are surrendering their position

Why can't we climb in love? Rise in love? Ascend in love? Why must we "fall" in love?

When I love I hope that the energy I pass on to the other individual transcends endlessly.

I want to continually rise in love. Never fall, nor submit.

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I want nothing but to be with you

You gaze at me with love in your eyes

Strength in your heart

You lay next to me and interlock your fingers between mine

Energies exchange

Our souls drift off into the sunset

Your lips warm mine in the dead of the winter

You keep me full, balanced

My hands cover the back of your neck

Pressure is near

My eyes roll back anticipating your next move

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  I have to stop lingering onto the past

What good has it brought into my life

I steer away from the present

Await my future and hope it was something like my past

But I must get past this

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I wear my crown proudly

My texture does not resemble theirs

A foreigner in Trinidad

I stand out as my 'fro is all they see
Coarse, kinky heir

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The taxi passed him by

My eyes fixated on the bronze of his skin

Caramel melanin

Got me wondering if I was worthy to speak to thy king

Dreads danced in his face as he shook his head

That unsettling feeling

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I lay in bed

The clock strikes midnight and I wish to be in your arms

Fed by your eyes

Another year gone by, in which regret fills my head

Sorrow fills my heart

I am alone on this mattress many people have vacated

No sparkly dress

A Poem A Day, Keeps The Doctor Away

Tis' another year. Full of new adventures, experiences, failed resolutions and memories to slide into our back pockets. Each year I tell myself I will take one photo a day and compile the greatest 365 PROJECT and it never happens. Procrastination gets the better of me. However, this year I vow to do something different. 

How about one poem a day? It can be recorded, hand-written, short, long. It doesn't really matter. My tender, happy, sad, lonely thoughts recorded for one year straight. The growth will be tremendous. Low and behold. Project 365.