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Marsha Ambrosius. “Far Away.”

Have you ever fell into a deep dream

Wondering..

Eyes openly Sleeping?

I have, jus recently.

There was this image of a painted depiction piece.

So i was offered teh chance to guess.

To guess from my opinion what would be the best.

So i guessed.

I guessed it was a ray of light.

I guessed that may be it was teh clear image of my own life.

Subconsciously I guessed.

When i should have consciously asked the conscious that i possess.

Was i possessed?

Or was it an actual guess?

My guess is..

it was never there to begin with,

futuristic.

You know like a figment of my imagination

A face

Non-Existent.

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There are them, they’s, she’s & he’s.

The #1 question„ what will they grow to be?

School teachers?..Religious preachers?..Bus drivers?..or Fire fighters?..

They could be,

But in this specific poem i come to mention a specific she.

The 1 who is called to paint an invisible masterpiece.

And in dealings with this masterpiece, you shall find calm and complete peace.

She is the savior of wounds.

She is the barer of all news.

She is the product of Great education & schools.

Now you can have your own opinion of what she will be, but in my mind this IS she.

And from what i gather this is what she is called to be.

The Notorious doctor that will maybe someday save me.

I know you’re not aware of who im refering to,

in due time my flow will reveal her to you.

Shhhh..no need to Shout it Out,

let my intelligent words write it out.

her hands were created to carefully stitch the wounds that were created by God & man.

Her mind is where her experience stands. Bless her beautiful & royal hands.

And bless her heart & body with good health.

For she is Future, literally, in its self.

She is Taliah.

She is Taliah Future Glenn.

-Too Write

I write to proclaim, i write to declare, i write to rename.

Rename. Rename the strenth of the world & remember where i came.

cause see i had came & i had gone. Well, ..i’ve come & then gone. Either way i haven’t stood still.

Yup i had options, options from which i had to defer. i opt to be subject to change because i am the fire within the flame. Flame. ongoing pain. the power to keep & hold. the power to stay the same;; never differenct like..

like little women. Little women young & old. Old & young;; The same.

You see this is why i write.

i write to proclaim, i write to declare, i write to rename.

to rename my wrong, to remember my Right. yes this is why i write..the power of words..flowinnnng on paper…cruising through ink.

So i write..dwn the pproblems & i switch them around. my story, my words, my will, My World.

With open eyes..i. am. mesmorized, i see. i see a immature girl who is scarred & scared, she shows pain & is ashamed. Ashamed you ask?..well what’s important is how her heart looks. Her heart…The source of her breathe but covered by her chest.

But with my mesmorized eyes i can, i can see inside where it’s cold & dry. Where ——BLACK TEARS reside.

You see it’s transparent to me, you see that girl she IS me. so if u knew me how could you not see…the image of this girl which lyes inside of me?

But. For your sake i write, & i suppose you read.

So this is why i write. i write to proclaim, i write to declare, i write to rename.

So you can see what i see..the parts that locked away. Deep inside of me.

In this world we live in called reality,there is money. Money is described as our main source 2 survive. There are all sorts and kinds of money. We use bills, coins, checks, and even credit cards. But a specific coin has many disregards. This coin is often lost,thrown away, or misplaced. To society this coin is a disgrace. It is found on the ground and is often shown so much disrespect. And when it is seen it is a major regret. It is looked at as, ABSOULUTELY NOTHING. The only coin of color. I call it Black Money. It is a Penny. To me, it is truly a blessing to us, as im yours.  A vesel to teach as I am yours that preach. Like Dark Purple, a symbol of royalty. Abe lincoln is illustrated on the coin as the leader, ruler or chief. Either way, no one else could be him, in a mysterious way,he was set charge of the slaves and their freedom. Still the road to truth has many turns. Still the tips of my penny picking fingers has many burns. But I am what it looks like to use the meaningless pieces. And build from it is this I gather, a gigantic intelligent thesis. Only the wise save and uses. Only the fool buys and loses. A Penny. The equivilant of one. Less than two but more than none. The power of one is mind blowing. It only takes one idea,one moment,one chance,one woman,to change one life, to create a double impact and a concrete fight. This thing we call a penny was carefully carved jus right 2 perfection. Jus like my black race it is built from the hands of correction. It is strength. It is against all odds. Its bakk is against all walls, and jus like black ppl, it wil never b known 2 completely fall. & in this I say 2 yu, appreciate the number one, after all it was created in yur image. Take soul pride in it for it will neva blimish. And come together as ONE for we shall be the lasting finish. Bless the black man or black woman than holds and treasures the penny. And bless the worthless thoughts of the blessed penny of the ignorant many.