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 Artist: _funkthaworld

Artist: _funkthaworld

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My Father created me with a heart

like May Boatwright

 

it is

broken,battered, bruised

by this world

and has still managed to be shrouded

in a part of its old innocence

 

I am blessed

and cursed by

such a thing

 

through lens that once didn't realize

that they were seeing things differently. 

 

Wailing wall is

always one story

short making it incomplete

 

the news is chiming in

and

it doesn't hesitate to remind me

that it's not done yet

 

I am on the floor kneeling

making a trail

hoping for unity and

opportunity to lead the people

outside

wanting life for them

 

but they'd rather stay comfortable

 

and my heart is anxious

 

because the

beekeeper told it to send love

and it wasn't appreciated or rendered worthy

it is blamed

for not always being of this world

 

a world that plays hop scotch

with its sanity.

 
 

Enough is Enough

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And today born; bare 

 

untroubled few seconds,

unconventional, 

unembarrassed

 

angst is best friend after. 

 

Society –

only hidden

 body beautiful.

 

Only man; pleasure

his

 

stop being uncovered

body

 

acceptable dignifying

redemption

(how?)

 

For the sake of 

self.

This. is. NOT.

How you revolution.

 

Instead

 

become whore;

attention

 

whole sanctuary

un pure.

 

I plucked nudes out of my favorites’ folder in my iPhone.

 

Samurai their only audience –

months of “should I post them?”

 

Months of 

“but I want to.”

 

Is it bad

vulnerability

is probably what appealed to me most?

 

I am always courageous

BECAUSE of fear

and doubt;

 they are my adrenaline shots.

 

No spiteful man tried me on for size

but, still I worry

 

cause today I was born

my way for the first time;

I be forsaker.

 

I bore chains so long;

they still shake

when I move

 

and I don’t want

religion and misogyny

catching rides on them

 

while

anxiety denies freedom; cause she

doesn’t know what comes with it.