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Liquid Emotions: Un-reached #poem

4 November 2016 Liquid Emotions


Author: LaTasha ‘T-Huny’ Williamson

Every person has a story. Every person has a dream. Every person has an idea. We all think but not the same. We all walk but differently.  Yet, in that same sentence, we can all relate to each other. How are you any different than the next set of ideas that correlate’s from a similar dream, brought about by a similar idea from a complete stranger? If we all were to close our eyes in complete silence, what will you think about? I can only imagine how much time our minds are spent on thinking about what to think about, because in actuality, thinking is far more harder than doing. So if we were to do what our minds say, it will take far less to convince the next time an idea decides to pop out of our brains; right? Right! Well, here’s my story… My story is our story; a journey traveled but yet un-reached because aspects in my surroundings makes it far more impossible to do than yours, let me preach.

My story is our story; a journey traveled but yet un-reached because aspects in my surroundings makes it far more impossible to do than yours, let me preach.

I’m not your typical player; matter a  fact I don’t play at all. My journey begins now because my past I swerve fast, I’ll leave that and let it fall. The imagination of an adolescent damaged by hope, because having one to lean on was not an option to cope. Cope with the thought that I would make it; without pain you won’t gain, blaim that on Adam and Eve; who left us naked. But we can’t disregard the truth that temptation is real, because even if your brain says to stop your heart might still. reach for a happy place but does that exist when the world is filled with self-hate? And racism is the only thing the media doesn’t seem to miss, like they’ll probably listen to this and dismiss the fact, that God don’t see color we all white and black, that the earth doesn’t revolve around that. Just imagine that pollution didn’t burn holes in the sky, we un-reached, I’m just tryna open your eyes. Liquid emotions can slide past one, but what is living if you have none. What is living if your satisfaction is un-reached. I’m just speaking some jewels  i’m just tryna preach and reach for the hand that doesn’t extend, if pride gets in the way you can never win, my thing is your thing isn’t, your un-reached by the fact that your living, if you ain’t gonna do it for yourself do it for your kids, let them be reached so their eternity can live.


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