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Front promised a gentle light in times of darkness. In keeping with that promise, I hope this can offer at least some tranquility amidst the turbulence. Worry not---this too shall pass, regardless of the stones that are cast. Though your feet may hurt on the rocky terrain, the other side is smooth as glass….. Parallel lives, parallel pathsAnd for so long a one-way looking glassIn the mysterious depths of time and space Footsteps converge to reveal a face The mirror, no more a one-way reflectionWiped free of smudges and deception How I long for that day of transformation…A Godly utopia without degradation A collective heartOne love, one raceNo matter the color of your faceContradicting opinions with peaceful notions Humility + respect = a powerful potion Many residents, one homeWe come and goDespite it all, I want you to knowWe'll see this through 'til the endAnd we shall see the light again
Still I RiseBy Maya AngelouYou may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginFront promised a gentle light in times of darkness. In keeping with that promise, I hope this can offer at least some tranquility amidst the turbulence. Worry not---this too shall pass, regardless of the stones that are cast. Though your feet may hurt on the rocky terrain, the other side is smooth as glass….. Parallel lives, parallel pathsAnd for so long a one-way looking glassIn the mysterious depths of time and space Footsteps converge to reveal a face The mirror, no more a one-way reflectionWiped free of smudges and deception How I long for that day of transformation…A Godly utopia without degradation A collective heartOne love, one raceNo matter the color of your faceContradicting opinions with peaceful notions Humility + respect = a powerful potion Many residents, one homeWe come and goDespite it all, I want you to knowWe'll see this through 'til the endAnd we shall see the light againVery very nice Front. What I have highlighted in your poem I imagine that is how MJ lived his life. Lookin through a one way lookin glass. I imagine it must be liberating for him to feel like a normal dude since he hoaxed his death. I liked all of your poem and yes it was a piece of tranquility reading it. I also like the poem below. Quote (selected)Still I RiseBy Maya AngelouYou may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
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