Tag: spokenwords

Last Of A Dying Breed

I wish I could say that we’re the last of a dying breed,

Generations of mental and emotional suicide,

Keeps us from understanding what life really means…

What our life really needs,

How holding on to the pain really feeds,

On our hopes and dreams,

Our self-esteem…

Too much pride, we rather struggle alone than to win as a team,

Damn!

I’ll say it again…

I hope we’re the last of a dying breed.

See, we live in a generation where an expression of self,

Is an admission of guilt…

Guilty that what we feel is suffering,

Guilty that what we feel is pain, 

Guilty that our brain is different,

Guilty that we’re afraid to be labeled with ignorant names.

But why should we care about how YOU feel?

When we’re the one struggling with a pain that’s so real…

A pain that’s eating us away but we still choose to conceal,

Man, fuck this stigma. I’m tired of hearing that “this isn’t a big deal”.

See why I hope that we’re the last of a dying breed?

You see, this is killing me…

The idea of losing the best parts that we never got to see,

The idea of living up to an image that we gotta be,

In an environment that contradicts that our choice is FREE!

A combination of disaster that changes our psychology,

Decisions based on the trauma of our history…

Affecting our progression, that’s our misery,

It’s about time we start dealing with our tragedy!

I said it…

I hope we’re the last of a dying bread,

So it’s about time that I tell you what I really mean…

When you feel, be sure that you really feel!

When you heal, be sure that you know it’s real!

For holding on to pain doesn’t give you closure,

And ignoring it doesn’t make you any stronger.

Crying doesn’t make you any weaker,

Nor does embracing your conscience when it tells you to speak up!

So feel, heal, love and cry,

For no longer should sad faces hide behind a smile,

When there are ways we can really feel alive inside…

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BREATHE

Powerrrr

I – can’t – breathe,

As the air leaves my lungs in such a hurry,

My mind, my soul, my body – shook!!!

Because…,

I – can’t – believe,

We’re fighting to survive against viruses, nature AND human-beings,

I’m tired – tired of fighting, but how can I survive when…,

There’s – no – relief…

In a world where words have more power than actions,

Except in moments when we’re fed up and we start to give them a reaction,

To the injustice against discrimination,

And what they do? They feed us bullshit news as a distraction…

See how easy it is, for human-rights to lose traction…?

 

But, I hope that you – see,

No longer will we sit back and watch our world become your world,

Talking about land of the free?

Who are you to tell me what’s free when this world also belongs to me?

Yes, ME!

 

I can see you’re scared because you can no longer put my voice on silent,

So what you do is label me as violent…

But fuck you and your labels,

Too long we’ve been on the wrong side of the table!

Too long we’ve been listening to them preach,

To their masses, to their asses, to their uneducated social media conditioned generation who supports the system that has divided us in classes.

But we’re done describing what the past is,

And we’re done leaving shit pass us…

Our pain, our suffering, our history,

400+ years of slavery,

We’re way past paying unfair taxes!

 

So NO, I won’t let you keep us down,

Not figuratively, nor physically!

I’ll be damn if I let you break my energy…

So as I stand up and take a deep breath,

I will show you that…

I – WILL – BREATHE!

In this world, MY world,

 

So when I rise…

I rise with the pain of my ancestors, a fury you DO NOT want to see!

 

Trust me…

I WILL BREATHE!

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Mind Gone

This is the hardest part of it all, accepting. There are so many thoughts, emotions, and feelings that’s caged inside of your body with no point of escape. I can feel it all bottling up inside of me, unsettled – as if my mental is a victim of my physical. They say “caging a beast will never end well in the end”, at this point I can attest to that. My sanity is going, I’m losing grip of my control, I’m simply losing my mind. Don’t take this lightly, I mean this is in every context you’re able to put that line in.

My life is one that’s been on a journey. My mental was built on experience, what little I may have to some, what great amount I have according to myself. I’ve molded my mental with confidence, not of it’s ability to hold my mind, but with confidence that my mind would not be altered by external factors. But you see, I’m a dreamer, some may call me something of an optimist. I’m hopeful in what greatness tomorrow may bring, by of course excluding the negative possibilities.

thinking

It seems thought that reality is winning against this fantasy of a world I’ve been hiding behind. This charade, this facade of a life. I’ve sentenced my mind to a lifetime of no escape, no chance of being free, for the only FREEdom I had was if my mind stayed with me. I can feel the battering, the tearing down of walls, the movements searching a way of escape. I cannot allow my fortress to be breached, I WILL not allow that.

I’ve realized and decided that I must win this battle, but to win takes great sacrifice. My mind will never be at peace if it’s not at peace. Enough of the fighting, it’s time to start ACCEPTING what is and put your mind to rest.

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