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I'VE LEARNED

I hear their stories
of being played
and playing back
from moments they cherished
and those they accept
wonderful women
captured under the wrath of  men
in which they give love their all
they’re left in brokenhearted poverty
their lips part of appreciation
as the unison fills them with passion
a laughter of you’re not funny
but your voice gives me hope
and your touch sends out
electrical wires surfacing my veins
as every hair on my skin comes to life
sweet talks with lust
shown as trust
they talk like alcoholics
their actions proves the truth
as their words admits the lies
conformity they call it
jewelry to add essence to clothing
throw me a pure white gallon of foundation
I want to symbolize purity
but then again as it fades
all impurity reveals
yes, the light did warn us of darkness
the clouds did object
the moon didn’t snitch
the stars brightened our path
as  we violated all rules of surviving
but daylight applied the truth
for all ears to listen and
all eyes to see
and I’ve learned
so much from my surroundings
heard so much stories
most of them seems plain cruel
its not pity
its all our reality
I’ve got no sympathy
filled up with empathy
I’ve learned and seen
the truth before eyes
hault before a kiss
and its needy...
they get greedy
rips out buttons of skin
just to grab my heart as possessions
to approve to life that
love is just a game of surviving
the winner always takes all
I’ve learned
of the abusion of false love
most of whom fights for lust
they remain control of all nakedness
it hurts.. it hurts
so I’ve learned
that they don’t think before they act
each mistake adds upon the pile
they regret, they let go
but they can’t ever erase it all
I’ve learned that
the pointing fingers be dirty
judgmental eyes be blind
perfect body be additions
long length of hair be remy
I’ve learned that
nothing that’s said is of importance
all mistakes are meant to shape
slips to fall be recovering you in the end
flaws are meant to repair
faded truths are meant to strengthen
so I’ve learned that
it’s all for a reason
and though I’ve learned
I gotta open up my arms with grace
to let the pain dig deep
it’s my story
my movie that’ll be played

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