Shine like a Diamond, Cut like a Razorblade

You got to shine like a diamond and cut like a razor blade,

Shine like a diamond, cut like a razorblade,

Smile like you’re a million, but grab ‘em by their throats to your fulfillment.

Cut, cut like a razorblade, all while you shine like a diamond babe.

Girl you got to fight for what you want and deserve all you can get

Don’t you know? You’ve got to shine like a diamond but be able to cut like a razorblade.

Never drop your guard, don’t stop this riot, just shine, shine and impress like a diamond.

Show who’s boss with your elegance, you can’t be fucked with thanks to your sharp intellect.

Smile like a gypsy queen but keep your guard up to cut when you need to like it’s under your regime.

Hold that hypnotizing, magnifying, horrifically glorifying glare steady, but be ready,

‘Cuz you might have to cut ‘em heavy.

Be a beauty queen, a drama queen, a nerdy belle, a brain machine and a Norma Jean.

Listen when I tell you that you’ve got to take ‘em by surprise when you shine like a Diamond

and cut like a razorblade.

Poetry...

"Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls."

- Voltaire

Anonymous.

Little waves of electric rays stinging through to my heart beats when your name is mentioned.This is a power you have over me which I have been trying to control for too long now. You don’t seem to feel me sneaking you around in my head. My heart lies for you. It lies and it doesn’t want to see the truth.

I wasted a million brain waves on the idea of being everything you want, waves sent over the seas and through the deserts never to return with an answer. Dreams of my heart burning in your heart, but you are just a gamer, a wild orchid chasing wild rides.

I will never be your dame, your finish line, your breath, your lover, your heart, your lightning, your air,your power, your-what you are to me.

You chase wild dreams and make them come true, you know what you want and stay true to that view. You’re intelligent and courageous. Bold and mysterious. Sexy and flawless.

I can never tell you this.

Tell you that I’ve been seeking your chest to lean against mine to feel the rhythm of our hearts Beating against each other’s Chests (hearts) dancing together like two Witches around a wild fire singing about cherry wine. All you need is me and I’ll be anything you want.

I’ve been on my knees beggin’ to have a taste of you please. I’ve got a big mouth and so much to Give.

You’re so arrogant and bold It kills me to know that someday some girl is gonna love that shit and you're going let her do so.

But waiting for you I would have turned grey, bleak and Tiresome. Even though the thought of you being in my face with your perfect lips and your perfect stare makes me smile a smile that is as real as you.

I can’t take the control of letting you know, I can’t lose what I own. Trying to get through with this I gained someone whose love I have now, whose you I am to him now, I am all he has ever wanted. Treats me like a queen the way you would have probably never done it. I Love him.

and I appreciate him so much. I cherish my time with him and everything he has given me. But he is no you.

You’re my wild ride in the night, my smoke in the light, my fucked up knight in shitty armor and a fucked up horse. You're My hearts addiction, my lovers dream, my craved need. Best thing I'll never have. Truth be told, my heart is safer that way.

I've got to quote good Ol' Carly Simon while I am already at it and say "you're so vain, you probably think this poem is about you."

I will never have you like you have me

Even though I'm too cool for you anyway.

And I can never tell you this.

What's Genocide?

I found this amazing poem today.

their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”

“Carlos—what’s genocide?”

they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
is pregnant.

I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

…what’s genocide?

they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

…what’s genocide?

Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him

…what’s genocide?

Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade

…what’s genocide?

she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal

…what’s genocide?
…what’s genocide?

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Luz, this…
this right here…

is genocide.”

- Carlos Andrés Gómez

Letters I'll never send

Found this on a website called "letters i'll never send" I thought that Everyone needs to read something like this every once in a while.

YOU.

You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.

I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.

I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.

You should be happy. You are gorgeous.

I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?

You are alive.

Everything will be okay.

~ Letters I'll Never Send ~

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quote

If you're not part of the freaks, you're part of the boredom.

— Perry Farrell

Social Cancer

Gazing through dazed malignant faces of ignorance.

Trying to determine the freedom which is of no conceirn to them. They, who are Bright eyed and dumb on the surface of arrogance floating over. Never considering minimality as a source for better life.

Understanding nothing that is beyond shallow media and televized "knowlegde". Every day being confronted with stupidity, ignorance. Every day storming against shallow hearted imbeciles head first like a herd of cocks in a ring fight.

Every day, never stoping, never resting just fighting against prejudice and hate. It's become ridiculous that at 22 life is hard and seems expired that the thought itself is almost overrated.

Theres no pity, no shame, no help, no gain. Just selfish rays that never stray, always stay true to their selfish route. Never stop to think or question "Why". It's the way to live the way to shine in this generation of robots mimicking the egotism that's projecting off the walls of the skies off of the human beings grey eyes.

Crudeness and illiteracy spreading through the crowds like some sort of social cancer eating up all the innocence, facts, principles, wisdom, philosophy and feeding it thoughts that havent been thought through, just brainless thoughts barked out through the teeth of some kind of monstrosity.

Here is the life we see. How we see it is a portrayal of your own perspective be it of the social cancers perspective eating up all thats good and great and holy and wise and foretold and broken and bruised and generous and open. or be it of the revolutionary social antidote fighting head first through all the barking monstrosities with its own barking of fire to burn the projections of shallow thought with thick skin built around its heart so the dead brained cells of the cancer don't dare reach the center of your sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred aware and humble mind.

-Anita Riot