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Unpacking

11/21/2021

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Unpacking takes time. 
​Or more like transitions.
Crest and troughs, they do the most.
Fluctuations during the mission.

And sometimes, I get lost.

I dive into my fears, making waves.
In the concave of my shadows.
Through my deep woes.
To the rotting, unfertilized seeds, 
that never got the best of me.
Overwatered with worry.
No peace of mind. No sunshine. 
Giving them a proper burial.
Giving them sweet words.
Praying well wishes for the next life.
To my unfurled.

Grieving in my lostness.
Praying in it. 
Thanking it.
Feeling it.
Owning it.
Exploring it.
Opening it.
Unpacking it. 

Faith Underwood

​A PMW Post. Join on me on my journaling journey. 
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Don't let go.

5/25/2020

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I woke up this morning saying, 
Thank you.
but maybe I should've said "Stank You."
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Cause it turns out it was never good luck.
It was perfect alignment.
It was accepting my assignment.
There were moments that defined it.
And I can't even describe em. 

How does a petal describe the warmth of the sun?

That shit was magnificent.
This life is luxurious.
All blessed up 
and wrapped up
In love.

Glistening.
Like Pyrite
Like Silver 
Really heavy.
Like Gold. 
Magnum.

Opus.

Magazine.
Extended.
9 mm caliber
In Numerology
That's fulfillment. 
Sniper Optics.
The infinite is the scope.

The divinity is the focus.
You got the power.
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©  2020
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Now, watch us.

5/9/2020

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You were taken. 
You were packed. 
You were shipped.
You were ripped. 
Away from your Family and home.
In 100s, in 200s, in 300s, in 400s, in 500s, in 600s...
But you were never alone in praying that the nightmare would end.

You were tortured.
You were raped. 
You were beaten.
You were named.
You were given religion.
You were brainwashed to believe,
That brown bodies and their seeds,
Are underneath or below what is white,
What is pristine. 
They called you animals, then second class.
You weren’t allowed to read.
If you knew anything more than what massa told you so, then you were one slave behaving oddly. 
Knowledge was and is punishable.
Deceiving our imported bodies. 


Oh, how I can’t imagine someone ripping me away from my momma, or taking my baby from me. And painting me as a monster because I fight so this won’t be. Dragging us to a selling block. Chained up. Bare. No shoes. No socks. No undergarments, no shirt, no pants, no dress, no skirt. In order to show my worth.
Selling this hot commodity.
Selling my imported body.

Picking your fucking cotton. 
In the hot fucking sun.
Tending to your farms,
And nursing your daughters and sons.
While our sons and daughters are raped and molested by nasty old men and women. 
Their innocence desecrated.
Impregnated. Discarded. Murdered. Whipped. Mass murdered. Shot. Flocked. Tormented. Millions of homicides. 
The genocides of our culture, native tongue, history, names.
On the hunt for everything from which we came. 
Terrorizing our imported bodies. 

We were freed by the thirteenth.
Oh, but once again deceived. 
Because no one wants to feed
... thousands of imported black mouths.
So, we were sharecroppers.
In this Deep South.
Hunted. Imprisoned.
On the chain gang. 
Our genitalia maimed in the name of eugenics.
We can never forget being cheated. 
Our cities bombed.

Homes destroyed. 
Churches shot up.
Crosses burned.
Martyred.
Drugged.
Poisoned by lead in water.
And even by what we’re fed.
Mass incarcerated.
Shot by the police. 
We are stolen.
We are silenced.
We are killed.
By your violence.
By your votes.
We are tired of being told to forget. 
We are tired of still seeing this shit.
We tired of the war on black skin.
We tired of defending our innocence.
We are tired of worrying for our children.
We are tired of the justified police killings.
Tired of this planned judiciary system.
Tired of poor, over-tested, educational systems.
Tired of how we’re portrayed in the news.
Tired of our people going missing. 
And found with organs missing.
Tie’ed of seeing Good ol’ boys from the good ol’ days. in the house seats. In the legislative, the executive, the judiciary. 
Tie’ed of high-interest rates.
Tie’ed of working for you and being underpaid.
We tie’ed. 

We’re over it. 
We’re creating our own.
Change is going to come.
Change has came.
Now, we will make you remember these names.
Remember what we did.
Remember how we overcame in spite of your terrorism.
We built this place. 
You thought you had us running scared in the night.
But we were guided by northern nights.
Higher altitudes.
Nigga, we made it.
Our lips are a whole mood.
Look at you imitating.
But we've been baptized by the stars. 
We have a charge to keep.
We were born fighting.
Now, we're born healing,
Utilizing our feelings for what they are,

POWER!
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The descendants of imported bodies.
“In our ancestors, we trust.”
How blessed we are to have them watching us.


Faith Underwood
 ©  2019
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Woke.

5/3/2020

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Woke. 

I woke up thinking damn.
Thank you.
Thank you for my dreams.
Thanks for the buck!
I gotta a little buck when things don't feel right.
When the energy is wrong, I gotta take flight.
And follow my light.

Not the fluorescent.

I'm a living blessing.
A gift.
A myth.
A natural high.
An overdue trip.
The sunlight and the garden.
The moonlight and the current.
The attractant and the deterrent.
The teaching and the learning.
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With a mission.
And if you mean to or inadvertently try to block my vision then I may have to wish
you peace. And still bless you with memories of me. 
I try to live a life where my presence is a blessing.
Even in the past tense.


I woke up in an infinite existence.
And I put my feet on the ground.
Grounding.
Surrounded.
By some of the flyest energy.

Whew! ✨
Sometimes, I baffle me.
Talking to myself.
Advising when to jump back
And when to hop in.
My intuition is truly my best friend.
Imma be me.
No need to pretend.

You wake up when you get tired of living a lie.
Feel your emotions, don't let them feel you.

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Thinking damn...
I'm blessed even in my stress.
I mean to live a life full of love.
I won't take any less.

I'm.
Woke.

Faith Underwood

 ©  2020

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Ethereal Love

5/10/2018

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Ethereal Love

Out of every person in the world, it was you…
Out of all of the possible theorems in the world,
You were the one that was true.
Sacred like geometry.
This equation has been proved.
Holy for loving me in my entirety.


I would say that I'm happy I decided to love you,
but it wasn't my decision.
To love you was my soulright.
And even through the heartbreak,
and soulache along the way,
You were worth the wait.


Those love songs I dreamed to.
Melodies to our future memories.
Those words I wrote.
Preludes to this unbeknownst chemistry.
I still sneak a peak when you pass me.
My peripheral vision… at attention.
Frozen in disbelief.
Thawed in trust.
And I still blush when we touch…


No earthly entity could foresee,
The way you’d care for me.
The idea... of us was moving.
But the product… this union,
is an unassuming complexity.
Reserved and complicated.
Blessed and unadulterated.
Unparalleled and uninfiltrated.


Never letting our flexible souls mold to rigid bodies.
Humanistic instincts are eclipsed by the Godly.
More love, understanding, more listening and talking.
Less walking. Less ignoring, Less quitting.
Our spiritual freedom isn’t fleeting.
We are a constantly re-defining two.


Out of every soul in this world,
Mine was chosen to evolve with yours.
Companions, best friends, who chose to transcend.
To share,
Ethereal love.




May 2018



About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner and the author TRIGGER.
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Focus is
​everything.

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If Anyone Had a Heart

1/24/2018

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Olutunde Olufemi is bringing you raw emotion in his poem, If Anyone Had a Heart.  This work illustrates how unreciprocated love is a hard pill to swallow. Yet, as we know, it is one of many medicines of life. When taken correctly, it will make us stronger. Thank you Olutunde for sharing your words.

​-Faith

IF ANYONE HAD A HEART

Baby as much as I want to be so deeply into you
I keep finding myself feeling disappointed 
in the selfish things that you do
As if I mean nothing to you, and it really shows
In the way you act as if there is no love between us
or we are now just two passing shadows
Baby, I need to know if I'm wasting my time on you
Because I can't be with you pretending like I truly don't 
care about you
Loving you the way I do, when you are being so cold
It feels like a knife cutting straight through the depths of my soul
That sometimes you make me wonder if I should just let you go
Give you the chance to be with someone new, eventhough
Loving you means so much more to me
That I rather set you free then to watch you keep on hurting me

Anyone had a heart
would surely take me in her arms
and love me too
You, couldnt really have a heart 
and hurt me
like you hurt me
and be so untrue

Everytime I find your warm eyes all over me
Even a blind man can see the love vibrating from deep within me
And how loving you means so much more
More than anything I ever felt from any woman before
When you are not around I find myself missing you 
and can't seem to sleep
And it's crazy how you got me in so deep
That I can't stand it when there is strife
Knowing that I would protect your very soul and body with my own life
I just don't understand why you just can't see through me
And hear my heart calling out to you so desperately
I really don't understand what you want me to really do
Should I stay or should I just walk away from you
It's so unfair that I have to keep on trying to please you
When you don't care about the fact as a man that I have needs too

Anyone had a heart
would surely take me in her arms
and love me too
You, couldnt really have a heart
and hurt me
like you hurt me
and be so untrue

You use to love that I could be your sunshine
In the midst of the rain
And how I could ease your mind when your heart
Was in pain
The touch of my warm hands all over your brown skin
But now you wanna treat me like im some kind of distant friend
Tell me is it someone else woman, I really need to know
Because no one wants to be in a relationship feeling like they're doing it solo
It hurts baby knowing that me and you don't vibe like we use to
So tell me what am I really suppose to do

Anyone who had a heart
would surely take me in her arms
and always love me
But why, why won't you
Anyone who had a heart
would love me too
No one gonna love you
like I do
No one going to make you feel
the way I do
No one, no one, no one, no no nooooooo

Olutunde Olufemi
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2017
About the Poet

Olutunde, born in Atlantic City, New Jersey recounts an interview with PBS. "My writings are about making things matter. Making those invisible, intangible ideas and dreams materialize, things that you can touch, things that you can feel and become apart of!!" So far he has done that in five books (1995) Poems, Bullets & Blood, (1997) The River Is Overflowing With Words, (2008) Son Of A Warrior Griot, (2012) Love Psalms and (2016) Ofo Ase; The Power Of The Word

Facebook: Baba Tunde
Website: www.wixsite.com/poeticsoul70/tunde
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Whatever we believe about ourselves becomes manifested in our hearts and minds.

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Cross It

1/20/2018

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We all bear burdens. I do believe that is is part of the human condition. However, it is the way we carry these burdens that affects us the most. Believe in yourself to the point of ascension. Know that no burden can weigh you down unless you allow it. Know that you can cross any troublesome sea. I have faith in you.

-Faith


I see you in a row boat.
In a sea of pain and fear. 
In a sea of sorrow.
Everywhere around you is more water.
More worry. 
And your arms are tired.
You're hungry.
You're thirsty.
And there is no nourishment around.
All you have is the sound of your thoughts.
"I'll never make it out."
The waves are more choppy than calm.
You are soooo exhausted.
There are even splinters in your palms, 
from gripping your oars so tightly.
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"But only if I had help...
I can't call for a rescue,
I have to do this on my own.
I can't fit anyone else in this boat. I can't let anyone know what is going on. They will think I'm weak. They might try to stop me. Break my oars or take them away. I might be safer if I stay away... from everyone... but it's so dark and I am alone." 

But the darkness is your throne! We are taught to be afraid of it, the dark. It covers your royal frame. It's written all over your name. You are powerful. You are all encompassing. You are a leader to many daughters and sons. You will row over waves of depression, waves of being seen as unintelligent, waves of memories of mistreatment during your adolescence. You will row ashore and claim the land that is truly yours....

You will. My spirit tells me everyday. Your spirit calls for me. It says I need you, but your mouth never heeds you.

Yet, I see you.... 
With the wind whipping me.
With smeared eye liner.
I see you in that sea.
With worrisome eyes.
I know you see me.
A face full of want for your survival.
For a life full of joy. 
For things you are entitled.

And when you step ashore, 
And check out the lush land,
And feel the soft sand,
I know you'll release all your worries in a great roar. 
And you'll finally be open to get all of the love you've been yearning for..... 

Open your eyes.
Dot your i's.
Cross your t's.
Cross the sea that is your truth.
It's ain't nothing but a small sea.
Don't fear what's beneath.
Break this world's view of a curse.
What's a sea to the universe?

Cross it.

​June 2016
About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner and the author TRIGGER.
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This is a process.
It’s a journey.
Don’t rush. 

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Respect

12/6/2017

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Humble is the one who shows respect. And Melica Niccole is just that. Her poem, Respect, is an easy-flowing lesson in poetry history. She highlights many loved writers. Our mothers of the movements, Nikki Giovanni and Maya Angelou, as well as, cherished literature greats such as Edgar Allan Poe. This poem is all about recognizing the people who paved the way before us. May we never forget them as we pave our own. Thank you Melica for honoring them.

​-Faith 

Respect
 
I have to give respect where respect is due
This poetry thing has never been new
The greats before us paved the way for us
To lyrically flow and make a stand for us
We have to pay homage to the present and past
Because it’s with past that our presence last
See Nikki Giovanni was an active poet
Created different platforms for others to show it
Sonya Sanchez is world renowned
The love of language created beautiful sound
Edgar Allan Poe, the father of detective stories
The Raven was where he got his glory
Maya Angelou said “Still I Rise.”
Phenomenal Woman with her Eyes on the Prize
William Ernest Henley was a delectable soul
Master of his fate and captain of his soul
Amiri Baraka fought for the rights of his own
Poet, playwright, and very well-known
Sam Walter Foss wrote The House by the Side of the Road
Listening to that poem will never get old
Etheridge Knight did Poems from Prison
And this is where his name had risen
Gwendolyn Brooks won the Pulitzer Prize
highly influential and very wise
See these are the greats who we must acknowledge
And this right here is why we pay homage


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Melica Niccole



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2017
(Published in Renaissance of the Psyche) 
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Melica Niccole, born in Columbus Ohio, is known for her passionate writing style that engages readers and takes them on an emotional rollercoaster to life. Her dream big personality inspires others to continue moving toward their unceasing passion. She now resides in New Jersey where she continues to chase her dreams. Melica is a published author and has several degrees in health and fitness. 

Twitter: @MelicaNiccole
Instagram: @MelicaNiccole 
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The only thing you can do is just be you; people will either love it or hate it. Either way, you are being true to yourself. So, love yourself, appreciate what you have, and transform opinions.

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Sunrise

9/5/2017

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I love you like the sunrise.
Like energy derived from the sun.
You are the only one.
Oh solar soul,
The time can’t be told.
Of how long you will illuminate my life.
The numbers don’t exist.
And no one can ever kiss…
Me like you.
Oh how the others tried.
But no one shines like you.
Attractive and magnetic.
How can I forget it.
Your electricity excites me.
Radiating love.
Sweet sunrise.
In blue skies.
Around clouds.
Through rain.
A love you would never detain…
I’m sharing your love through me.
I’m letting the others see.
How your love shines on me.
Growing me.
Beholding me.


No rising has been the same since the day you came.
I love you like the…

Sunrise.


​Faith



September 2017

About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner and the author TRIGGER.
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Wake up. Manifest. Repeat.

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Such is Life

7/30/2017

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What is the nature of love?  Does it grow, wilt away,  fall from trees, and blow away like leaves? Is it really meant to be? Tish Lauren perfectly portrays  the falling out of love experience in her poem, Such is Life.  In this life, we have many love experiences, but what we must remember is to learn from each and every one of them ....until we find the love that infinitely  blooms.  Thank you Tish for your soft words.
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- Faith

Such is Life

Such is life.......
These three words have somehow become
​my best friend and my worst enemy 

I guess I should call it my frenemy 
When I first spoke them it was like
Speaking life into me
Yet, now, somehow,
it's like I'm speaking the end of me
The end of what I believed in
instead of the beginning of what I wanted.
I believed in love at first sight,
Unbreakable connections,
Life and love didn't require any direction 
Because ..... 
what's love if you have to have a road map?
I'd rather be lost in it, 
happily lost, of course 
Just me and him...and him and me.....
Wandering aimlessly in the streets 
Not because we had nowhere to go
But, because it didn't matter 
where we needed to be
And all the while, 
I'd be chanting such is life.
I was freed of the requirements and misery 
and the rules and regulations on how to play the game of love 
But that chant, soon changed love.
It became the visions of spring leaves
no longer being green ​
Slowly changing to orange
and then brown 
Falling slowly to the ground
Not even making a sound
The same way the carefree love I felt ended. 
Quietly.
Like our time could no more be extended.
He wanted to break out the rule book
Time is up! 
This type love isn't going to work for us.
That us, really meant him
there was no we in those leaves
falling from the trees
It was just me.
And, 
in order to land softly on my feet, 
in order to cushion the emotional strife
I had to chant again, while falling, such is life..... such is life.

Tish Lauren


​2017


About the Poet

An imperfectly perfect creative spirit who loves all genres of art, but has always shared a close bond with unspoken thoughts. She believes that words not spoken aloud, but written on a page are the truest representation of self and the essence of who we are and what we believe to our core. 

​Instagram: @tish.lauren

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"Living Mindfully"

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    Faith Underwood, Curator

     Writer. Poet. Lover.

    I'm sure that poetry was my first writing love.
    It was already in me and then I ran into, Nikki.  
    Nikki Giovanni, and maybe a little Sister Soldier.
    Such beautiful words. The flows, behold her.
    My love for words and rhymes increased as I grew.  
    While listening to the realest Lauryn Hill,
    And a whole bunch of Erykah Badu.
    My writing hands were sprinkled with tunes of Aaliyah.
    And Alicia. And Anita Baker. 
    Missy Elliot was the hottest on the block.
    Singing is it the way to my words..
    Like the songstress Jill Scott.
    TLC bodied the sexy in me.

    So I now bring my own words of inspiration. Words of meditation. Words to get you thinking bout that night. Words to help you feel alright. Words to... share parts of me. I pray that you receive them readily.

    FAITH U.
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