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      Acceptance


      0 Not allowed! Not allowed!
      You should be honored to be with someone, "so worthy” (on some fake shit)/
      My abuse “slash” rape kit was latent/ So my self-esteem was low, disillusioned and helpless.

      WELCOME TO THE TERRODOME!

      Where capitalism separates the Raza from the barrio/
      And the “Bag Lady“ be yo’ wife, from rim shots, calling Tyrone.

      It’s getting, It’s getting, It’s getting kinda-of-hectic!

      When your 14yr. Old is sucking’ & fucking and dry humping with "the girlfriend".

      And they Mama watching “Hung” thinking of the Master with a big dick; And the Husband can’t leave, cause his son won’t learn shit.

      I’m only entitled to live and die; Everything else is a privilege with benefits/
      GOD willing.

      To any lengths necessary.

      This about acceptance.

      But do it come with some boundaries? Today, I have the power, to pretend not to like it.




      Peace be upon you

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      0 Not allowed! Not allowed!
      It seems like everything was meant to happen when it should : in the past. Times will get changing, evolving, developing onto critical acclaims toward God. The adders will swallow their tongues and the doves will overfly. Here is a song of the ‘GwanBolts’ groupe I have told you about in my most recent posts in the Poetry sections :


      MINE AND THEIRS
      (L. Johnson / C. O’Hara / P. Fittins)

      (Wije in a self-speaking voice)[…]But Deliver Us From Evil ; For Reign, Might And Glory Belong To Thee In The Century Of The Centuries. Amen.
      (Prus) There it is, like in French, we’ve clung a bit long for this.
      (Launa) And trained the forge…!
      (Wije) There we go, like this :

      (Launa)
      Oh oh…There it goes ! How goes the flow ?
      Longtime ago I had started my path of broa’
      Thur was that said I was with no chick, no homo, no sorrow then ?!
      That was, just because noticing errors ought to notify any resolution.
      Who can claim an act that’s barok like past aims need be accurate, not are feint ?
      Get these meanings for your reign, I chart many barred items
      For nothing (For nothing) ‘cause thou must be keepin’ on upbuilt on it-frees
      (Passing negative things to positive things…! Wije&Prus: Yeah ! Wije: Suddenly //Prus: All of a sudden)
      For reasoning, back (You’ll do that) ! Back it up your own vow just like your heed feels a breeze ;
      Your heat cheats a queen’s of which children of your air must remain (must remain)
      Now are they leaking, telling more than you couldn’t get to be avowing
      But keep it mute a disappear and A cross would get to be endorsing. (Yours not theirs)
      Wrong babblers never swayed thy prey showing uprightness of
      Antimatter that’s heavy of prayers ‘cause I sway you ‘til your
      Lightness lays zzz…(And it’s mine and theirs I rival) and disintegrate you with a rock(-like)
      Or a stone-like word (angular) ‘cause mine is mine and theirs are theirs that you carefully keep for
      Your mind that’s stared our dared wishing so. Oh, could you flow by your own intentions so
      Low in esteem I laugh with gallo’ when n’golo means hardcore
      In its fullest, yeah’aw ??!! Indeed, they all perform same.
      It’s nothing to blame, (really really,) or get your fame tamed.
      You could be alike them, living your purpose name in the law,
      Seeing your person arisen with your jaw speaking no flaw of the indraw.
      That’s what they took, thou didn’t book in future as thou knoweth thy nature.
      Now is the it’-ll-be-better-by-then, so heave a chicken with its hen
      And gen your wishes apllied zen…brought ‘p per ya then !!

      Why can’t we ? (Launa: Fence it up !!)
      All became the game…(Prus: Of saying best from ‘bout God !)
      Why none of thee ?
      Kiddies lost their soul’s aim…(Launa: Of becoming seeds again and again)
      No meeting no parents…
      It gets astray, it’s apparent…(Prus: Double-up…!)
      Whaaang…Mine ain’t theirs !
      Gaaangs, mine and theirs…(Wije: Re-air…! //Prus: For the 1st Child //Launa: He’ll pass it on to his affair)

      (Wije)
      Awkward days are over since and since.
      Binge on hinge, yes indeed dangerous, but it never throws upward ways since fixed,
      Ticks its bits til reached in sticks ever unmissing the greed out its tricks.
      Bill of mine is no crimes I’ll reel or rile when it arrives, so why so about y’al’ ??
      Y’all go goals and precise things as y’all don’t know it’s pressure eyes dints
      To warn you and send you what you could automatically gain.
      I amend My Word in your ears up to y’ brain as I itemize its detail.
      What is your logic transformed in conscience for as it tailed end ?
      And, non-wanting to be full and entire to be soothed in interior,
      All would repair your bad route as if acting for their kiddies, yours won’t feed is your return:
      They merely have gotten nothing from their human father to tell, it’s unrestored
      When you carry on walking backwards ‘til you claim a non-response.
      Contrary means opposite to The Light in definite, (With Launa: No travesties accepted) will be devoid of everything,
      Still yet keeping stepping forward with senseful wads, letting thru links
      Cipher the minds straightened out together same timer(-man), same locater, (A girl knows where it’s hiding)
      And behave the other side, tormenting the adjacent inexisting nonsense mirror,
      Be’cause when I see me I be’hold me with the entirety I could be to do just in case,
      And dead is the face of untraced continuity which could wish to rejoin its pace
      All so eventually and more finally to the correct heading embrace wasting the efforts of my grace.
      (Launa: So bless your children too with it !) Cause ??: she didn’t care, far remotely with the kids
      I gave her…(I gave her…I gave her…) to Your Despair unblockedly attempting no par with no pair.
      How come ?! I’d show ya my sons and you’d want to abort ya easy-get’s pregnancy,
      Paramount when your counterpart never enlighted her ultimacy,
      Unsure of what being motherhood means when rapist ruins the purity.
      (Your undoubtedly worthy a being a w’rapper, and the gift basher !!!)

      Why can’t we ? (Launa: Fence it up !!)
      All became the game…(Prus: Of saying best from ‘bout God !)
      Why none of thee ?
      Kiddies lost their soul’s aim…(Launa: Of becoming seeds again and again)
      No meeting no parents…
      It gets astray, it’s apparent…(Prus: Double-up…!)
      Whaaang…Mine ain’t theirs !
      Gaaangs, mine and theirs…(Wije: Re-air…! //Prus: For the 1st Child //Launa: He’ll pass it on to his affair)

      (Prus)
      I’ve belated my quirks to my family like it’s near the end of being custody.
      My partner ain’t the type of being shary-shary, chérie…Bait me out while shift to off-tune key-brother
      In order to avenge the love-story-disdainer, plotter of his own life tracker.
      Boo, I see you arriving none and, even I have got its prize of mine ; where’s yours got neutered ?
      Impossible to get any made to replace or one you’d like like your incestful mind’s got slaughtered.
      As a momma, I’d say same like you can’t get back in a belly, direct for her and your soulmate’s ditcher-ban
      Doing it for you who can’t chivvy your queen with no other proportions you’d blather to anyone.
      Get your luck done with realer aspects in psyche, laughly is how I think out your burden’s pan.
      Have a good meal and the Lord hath run up the seemingness (With Wije: of what you shoulda been)
      Like the whole smithereens of what gathers the meaning of keeping series of new blessings.
      You just hadda let your mate unset your doubtful tower and empower your faithfullings
      Of yours, dude, duty’s at unbridging the daze and the gaze while ‘ncourageing
      Your way to your mate like it sates, like it rates (TOP PLATE ! ! !), be blessening !!
      Now, now, do your act, act a pact, pact a hatch, hatch it sane thru wanting.
      Your babies’re yours, not someone’s who’s wantoning, get it killing
      And save your life to the core you’d had it going fuse now on the right buddy,
      Save your lady’s body and react when the crowd goes loud :
      (Wije’s voice distorted like it’s many:“WE WON’T NO PHONY GODDESS !”),
      Boo, I see you arriving none and odd, I congratulate you on the mainstream…
      Now I can see him…Keeps his childs out the rod, him so rowdy,
      Buying ‘s fellaz ice creams like it’s refreshing
      And binge ‘s temper on others’ for more bingeings…
      Nah, he’s got it correct but yaw, what is that again ??
      Fooling their answers ??...

      Why can’t we ? (Launa: Fence it up !!)
      All became the game…(Prus: Of saying best from ‘bout God !)
      Why none of thee ?
      Kiddies lost their soul’s aim…(Launa: Of becoming seeds again and again)
      No meeting no parents…
      It gets astray, it’s apparent…(Prus: Double-up…!)
      Whaaang…Mine ain’t theirs !
      Gaaangs, mine and theirs…(Wije: Re-air…! //Prus: For the 1st Child //Launa: He’ll pass it on to his affair)

      Why can’t we ? (Launa: Fence it up !!)
      All became the game…(Prus: Of saying best from ‘bout God !)
      Why none of thee ?
      Kiddies lost their soul’s aim…(Launa: Of becoming seeds again and again)
      No meeting no parents…
      It gets astray, it’s apparent…(Prus: Double-up…!)
      Whaaang…Mine ain’t theirs !
      Gaaangs, mine and theirs…(Wije: Re-air…! //Prus: For the 1st Child //Launa: He’ll pass it on to his affair)


      ©2011

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