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Supa dupa dope love The kind that ladies dream of Have ya heart skippin double dutch The feeling we long for so much Queezy kwazimoto crush you can’t shake That mega bittersweet habit hard to break Thinkin bout you night and day Your mind racing crazy the same way I want that ooo wee gut wrenching feeling Keepin me cannabis high kissin the ceiling Cannabis purp mary jane With this feeling I don’t wanna be sane Make me nervous make me stutter Feeling your flow smooth like butter can’t believe it’s not butter Loving your intelligent intellect feed me knowledge Hungry hungry hippo got your doctorate from love college Dopest of the dope Your smile gives me hope For happiness progress success but I digress Take away my stress Show me love luv come and gimme hug You and me girl getting cozy and snug Supa dupa dope love The kind that ladies dream of Have ya heart skippin double dutch The feeling we long for so much No Longer I I see myself on the beach shoes full of sand Gazing out to sea as you slowly take my hand Nothing seems to matter we are happy as can be I is no longer a word, it has been replaced by we The warm sun drowning us as we toe the shore I hope this feeling last forever, infinity plus one more No long are the days and night cold and oh so long A smile spreads across my lips, my heart has a song Your eyes have a sparkle that shows what is deep inside I can’t think of a better person who I would have by my side A contagious laugh and infectious smile is what I like to see I is no longer a word, it has been replaced by we
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What is Love My name is love I was sent from above I have a distant cousin named lust who looks like love to those who love only whay they can touch Surface lovers is like a new disease that is highly contagious They see beauty and say I love her or I love him but are lusting for the drawings on the pages The Internet, the Television shows, and other media outlets say that love is only skin deep Then friends and family want to meet her or meet him in order to find out if they agree Love is not about having sex every day of the week Love is not about having control to rule a life like you're King or a Queen Love doesn't fail when needed most love doesn't brag or doesn't boast Love doesn't give up in opposition Love works in two hearts to cope with transition Love is deeper than the space that surrounds the Earth Love is wider than a universe Love has the power to create the first light bulb and grow up a child to be better than that which was before Love brings hope Love is so dope Love doesn't look at the distance from a bridge to an ocean floor Love will jump hurdles, climb moutains, swim oceans, fly through skies Love will ake a bullet, give a kidney, Love is patient, and Love is kind Love can be singular but is stronger when it is plural Love will leave that which it loves to hear the love of its life sing carols There is a reason and a purpose for the making of a gun which is to remove what's in its way But how can the gun remove an obstacle without its soul mate A bullet, a bullet will make a gun complete to fulfill its purpose in life Love is the bullet to the gun and the force on the inside that unites a man to his wife! |
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In 1982 Vincent Chin, a 27 year old Chinese American was beaten to death with a baseball bat in Detroit by two Caucasian men who blamed Japanese car makers for Detroit’s problems in the auto industry.
By Song Yang
I wait for her every night to get home.
Second shift ends at 11 pm, and I can’t
sleep until I sense her in the doorway.
A midwest mom in the motor city,
she drives the mini-van to work,
where she stands on the assembly line.
Her broken English is enough,
as long as her callused hands can move
metal and steel one day,
leather and foam, the next.
I lay in bed tracing her footsteps
from the factory to her car,
always afraid of that dim parking lot,
afraid someone might mistake her
for being Japanese, afraid someone might
tell her to go back to where she came from,
and I want her to just come back
to where I can see her.
She gets home, turns on the lights
in the hall and stands in the doorway.
I pretend to be asleep but I can smell
the scent of heated plastic from her coat,
a smell I’ve grown to hate but need desperately.
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Why Should We Be Grateful? We look into the light and hope to change the past. We hear the sounds of freedom and hope that they will last. We look at our reflection in the mirror and try to change the worst of us. As we face life's catastrophes we try not to cry or fuss. Because we know not everyone will see the next day. And to do that is a blessing no matter what anyone will say. We may sometimes not know that we are looking straight into death's eyes. As our lives come to an end we laugh out loud while the soul cries. In our mind we temporarily hate those we love so deal, Not knowing the next second, minute or day death will do its share. Taking them very far away and never to be seen again. Leaving us to weep and cry to measly end. This teaches us to always embrace those we love and care. No matter if they bring us laughter, sorrow or just a mere tear. As for we all know life isn't exact and neither is it fair For in the end, No ONE will live or be cherished forever in this world here.
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Unsure
Why do I think
It's okay to chuckle inside
And assume I know What you want.
How you feel and what you're going to say.
Just to come to the conclusion I was wrong,
Feeling silly and childlike before you.
Scared at times ....
Am I coming on too strong
Or not strong enough?
Unsure ....
Why do I think
Finally my prayer is answered
Is he my soul mate; I know I prayed for him.
Only to experience anxiousness and doubt
Wondering, Am I over thinking it's real.
Or is it too good to be true.
Unsure ....
But there is one thing I'm sure of
And that is, it feels so good.
And that I want to savor every moment,
Remembering every word spoken
And imagine the smile as you say it.
Is it really there and...
If so for how long?
Forever.... Still Unsure
