so ive been freestylin like everyday the past few days but have yet t o write anything down but these poems must be written so yea i need to get these ideas down:

-my farwell poem/my goodpiece/ restinpiece bae: a oem kinda dedicated to jon and like the end of "us" as anything..even being friends after all that we shared and all that we invested:
some lines i said were:
you would be able to identify my fingerprint in a line up due to delciacy and intmcay of which you knew me unlike anyother..from my breath to my stance my state of being were all identifiable simply and only by you
ive accepted that we are no longer going to be together not simply b/c there is a you and she...esp since now its official and it on facebook...but simply bc we just werent meant to be
this is the last poem i want to mention u sso this is it the end and as my poety is my breath and lfe once your gone in my word i must lay you down to sleep as i did with my grandma and as she only live in my memories from her sweet smile innocent laughter her last few days are the ones i old one too not her lying in a coffin ...burying her in her grave as i dropped to my knees and i said goodbye....only with u as God has continued to bless you with breath this is my goodbye in my memories is where u shall reside....






[my title says it all]
-poem about how i have all these titles and no content ...like i have nothing else to say in these poems some what b/c i feel like my title says it all

[**possible blog post maybe poem: why is happiness temporary]
- i feel like no one is ever happy all the time its like i often feel like if im happy i ned to be careful b/c it will end soon and it always does end.....

[wait is my chocolate is too rich?]
-my ability to identify as a black person and how i portray it in my daily life needn to control certain things (my hair)and exploit other things made acceptable simply by the standards of society..as well as the aceptance recieved in the black community


[cleared throat]
-poem bout how i clear my throat and how its and "heirloom' from my dad and if that influences my ability to express myself w/ ease esp emotionally ..and in this poem i proclaim im no longer going to speak in bowed head and whispered voice im going to clear my throat and speak loudly...

some lines:
(yelling) hey!!! yea ...great ...thats awesoem!!!
to coincide with my voice is extra large**** it was better when i said it yesterday




{heir loom}