niggas + niggettes, peace

and non niggas, and non niggettes. love




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Niggas love talkm bout love,
  but who's in it?
              Just around,
                               like the corner.
and the kids in the neighborhood turn into niggas
                                                                   around the corner.
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Rene:

and today i realize, you are with me side by side.








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a million sediments

this piece is also titled. A Million Sentiments🌿


















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there she go.

 I love nature, and all her beautiful complexities.
I hate how we treat something so beautiful .
This poem is about global warming (fuck all you global warming deniers)




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Bleached


Greetings to all you lovely souls.
today's writing is short, but nonetheless, I hope you hunnies enjoy! I leave you with these words.

not using your voice is like turning a  blind eye to someone in need. 
 what benefits you does not benefit me. 
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America, The Great?

Welcome Welcome, 
In the loop of All that is America,  from our past history up until today. I want to take the time to acknowledge, whether we believe we are right and others are wrong or vice versa. We are doomed to repeat ourselves in our history's foolish cycle. All the tension, anger and misunderstanding are coming to a head. If we are doomed to repeat ourselves once again, all my bets are on the North.
By any means necessary
 -X
 America, a money machine, who's problems keep us safe in the land of the free, she takes us on individual paths that stray to prosperity or poverty.  America, our money machine.

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For twenty years you have allowed growth at the 
rim of your land. You have fooled us rather.
Those lies that were fed were merely 
plastic waiting to melt as the vapor slowly rises from her core. 

America was never quiet, but dormant, 
like a volcano fooling the land beneath it's people.

Below are people of new generations,
They have kept her tilled. 
New generations of both tolerance and embedded hate.

She is stolen land,
She is hidden history, 
She is the hard working immigrant, single parent,
 a nation of other nations whose right have no title.
 A land of hypocrisy. 
She is a melting pot of various possibilities.
The privilege of this stolen land have keep others meek.
Voices of the unheard are yelling, and  demanding to be risen.
We have lead ourselves,
through history, pain, grief, and long sought achievements
to a no longer dormant volcano.
We will reap her consequences.


She is rising and is angry. 
The brink of historical events only to repeat themselves. 
She knows we have learned nothing.

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