After*Words: a snippet of my creative psychology
🗣 Audrey Nuna 🎶Space (click image below)
Love. Life. Decisions
Somewhere outside of her ghetto
Dreams come true
One day she hopes to be a star
She prays her dreams will take her far
So far from here
Deep in the heart of the city
Resides a brick housing complex
Built of sixteen story high rise buildings
With multi-colored shards of glass landscaping the premises
Reflecting a generations broken promises and undue hardships
Under the twelfth floor of these project ceilings
You can hear her violent shrieks
It seems no one can see the dark and gloomy cloud
That looms over this spouse
Because inside this house
Lessons are taught about relationships
With a touch of color to them
Today she learned about the mixing of hues
For voicing her blues
He raised his brown sable hand to her light skin
Changing her tone like the once strong backbone he possessed
He’s obsessed with making her realize he’s her best
He strives to make her regret
The light she shines so bright
Illustrating to others she may have once been blessed
Every time he sees her smile
He can’t help but clinch his fist
Her happiness has become a nuisance to him
She thought she gave the world to him
Until her deepest affections couldn’t reach heaven
And now since that platinum and silver band
became a permanent fixture on her hand
she understands she can’t return to the woman she should have been
now wise enough to know
she can’t ignore the past that led her to him
all but a simple child
too much like the girl next door
too naïve to recognize
the difference between being a girlfriend and a whore
somewhere outside of his ghetto
dreams come true
one day he hopes to be a star
he prays his dreams will take him far
so far from here
sleeping under the bridge
he can’t help but shed tears
who determined his fate
the standards by which he should live
if the sex didn’t call him the way that it did
he’s sure he’d have a different translation of his nation’s patronage
white to him suggests a privileged skin
red is the blood shed of the innocent
blue is the uniform that constantly harasses his nature as a man
black is the misconception he feels his fate resides in
he can’t pretend he is not a victim
of his peers social construction of what it means to be hyper masculine
a victim to the stereotypical trends
it went from loving a friend
to screwing one in
for one hit of heroin
so he could drift back to the days
before he engaged in the ways of being an urban pimp
developed his limp
lived life on the edge
never too scared to tell them what they wanted to hear
just as long as when he whispered in their ear
he could feed on their vulnerability
that allowed the vulture in him
to proceed with the planting of evil deeds
the body ejaculating spilled seeds
both parties succumbing to a faltered misery
somewhere outside this ghetto
dreams come true
one day they hope to become stars
they pray their dreams will take them far
so far from here
they scream as an expression of their affection
truth is this love was never protected
realistically it should have never happened
these domestic squabbles have killed them both in spirit
neither sees the affects their actions will leave on their offspring
youth too scared to love
for fear of being rejected
as individuals being subjected to having their emotions neglected
stuck in the labyrinth ghetto
that shows no signs one may soon depart from it
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