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MANIPULATED WORD BY KWJ

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Manipulated Word by KWJ

This collection of poetry will be a gateway into my mind, heart, and soul. Words are not only unique, but they are a true form of expression. Like a painting, my paper is my canvas, my pen, is my brush, the letters and punctuation, my paint, and my words my masterpiece. Explore my site, embrace my words, and explore your inner-self.

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Generational Wealth

400 years and counting, you tell me... What's changed??? We are still chasing generational wealth like a run away slave chasing freedom....

Missing Euphoria

Gently knocking on the door of your heart. One knock, two knocks, three knocks... How many knocks??? Til your heart beats for me...again!...

Missing Euphoria

Gently knocking on the door of your heart. One knock, two knocks, three knocks... How many knocks??? Til your heart beats for me...again!...

Make Me See

Show me what love is. Do you speak my love language? Kiss me passionately, and consistently. Hold me close, hug me- feel my warmth, smell...

Respecting My Own Words

My soul is infused in these words, and my life is embodied in every poem. My words; release my feelings. A tsunami of emotions- joy,...

Self-Image

Destroying each other, brothers and sisters, related..... not by blood, related by the genocide of our true African culture. related by...

Sweet Kisses

We've kissed countless times... Yet, every time feels like the first. Passion, the prescribed drug of choice happily secreted in each...

Good Loving

Two separate orifices, each adjoined by a pair of lips, pressing gently together, good loving... Your touch, a 1000 soft ripples across...

Sweet Kisses

We've kissed countless times, yet, every time feels like the first. Passion, the prescribed drug of choice, happily secreted in each...

Good Loving

Two separate orifices, each adjoined by a pair of lips, pressing....... gently together, good loving. Your touch, a 1000 soft ripples...

A Prisoner to the HIGH

She's pacing back and forth for that fix, body cold, with a spastic shake. Face full of despair, looking at every black man exiting his...

I Dreamt My Last Breath

Cold water, warm water, does it matter? Well I have a preference, does that matter? Does anything matter, before I turn on this faucet?...

My Everyday Facade

Can you all see through this smile? It's hiding layers of denial. I stand tall as a statue, day by day, Yet, I'm crying on the inside...

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I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago. It still doesn't have a title, and I'm not really sure if I'm finished with it yet. I usually...

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