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Dwana Smallwood says, "Dance is my Oxygen" I have spoken to her about this statement and heard her clearly when she spoke.... been...

12 August 2014

"that gurl"

"that girl"

People look at my 
brown eyes and 
think Im the one 
who has it all but 
most do not know 
I am the girl who has 
never had a mate. 

The girl who was 
constantly told 
"know one will want you", 
as if it was a 
marketing campaign

The girl who feed the 
homeless, and gave 
out blankets when 
everyone else was 
out trying and doing 
life 

Im the girl whom 
know one has taken 
the time to know 
beneath the skin. 

Or when they do 
they only wanna 
know what my 
inside skin feels like 
its either taken or 
given with no emotion. 

Or they run from me.

Spread rumors and
boast about the lies.  
Sleep with my friends, 
and throw all of their 
judgements on me.

I wave the flag 
on the play 
shift

Folks have no clue 
my pillow is soaked 
from years of begging 
god to take me outta 
my misery.... 

my silence 
is taken as some type 
of juju done and my 
heart breaks 

so removing me 
from you is my 
alterer motive 
Tisk tisk tisk, 
I can smell your 
hate forced through 
fake smiles 
hard pressed hugs 
and unwanted 
moments of inclusion 

Baba stops me 
from physically attacking 
you. 

Then there is the 
meter: 
no spiritual warfare....

that price is simply
too high

Hmph and you wanted 
me dead, I still feel 
the residual effects
Taking parts, switching heads.
Yes, I know. I am clear
try not to convince 
me otherwise 
I am that bad. 
I made Iku my best friend.

Watch out for 
the silent one 
may I remind you?

No one hugs me 
without needing 
something 
in return. 

No more hugs 
are giving freely. 
Each one feels like 
a part of me 
is left behind

The girl who 
screams on the 
inside please god 
please change it. 

The same girl the 
suppressed every emotion 
afraid to "act out"
of character because 
you will blur this image 
of "family", I created
  
Folks have no clue 
about my soaked pillows
from years of begging 
god to take me outta 
my misery.... my silence 
is taken as some type 
of juju done and my 
heart breaks 

No one hugs me 
without needing 
something 
in return. 

So no more hugs 
are giving freely. 
Each one feels like 
a part of me is removed 
and placed on them 
and Im left bare, 
I want arms that hold, 
support, care 
and wont leave. 

Most people don't 
know Im the girl whom 
know one has taken 
the time to know 
me beneath the skin. 

11-August-2014 

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