ournourishment

Snow covered trees and newly erected snowmen Soft sunshine beaming through blue colored clouds and Amazon shopping, two days with Prime These are a few of my favorite things Sleeping in comfort, queen size exactly No flip flop showers or getting gross cooties Tasty home cooking thank God for mom These are a few of my favorite things Seeing old friends, and reminiscing on high school Family surrounding as holidays approach Silver white winters that melt into spring These are a few of my favorite things When the cash flows When the foods good When I’m in my own bed I simply remember my dorm room and then I feel bad Take a listen lol: https://soundcloud.com/imani-seymour/my-favorite-things-imani-cover

They say the sky is the limit..but how can that be? Mama never had enough money for me For my shoes..For my clothes..For our house..For our food My sky was always dark and muddy colored The limit is the sky..but I was never smart My brain stopped functioning after multiplication and my teachers well they never really gave a fuck I sit here in my senior year with less information then from my first The sky is not my limit; society knew I would never reach, it was just a sweet mantra; candy for me to eat I’d be the scum of the earth, or the person their taxes go too; not a person to look up too Should I cry? Feel sad about my situation? I guess the best thing would be to embrace it I am what I am and I am nothing at all The person on your street corner, the fly on the wall Just a person trying to get by in a world with hardly any knowledge at all I laugh hearing the sky is the limit, as if I ever thought so far My life was li...

A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish No one was older than 18 Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security. There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity They were mine. For you

Fight We realized we loved more then we were frustrated The pain excreted in tears, screams, yells, sobs It just showed how worth it we are; we all deserve to be fought for Somewhere in the misery of it all; seeing their tears made it worth it  Inturn my eyes welled with water My lungs raw and red; fist clenched I'm fighting; fighting for something I subconsciously question  Is this worth it? I'm scared to hear the answer So I keep my fist high, my face red; stricken with tear stains Hoping the answer will escape my head 10/29/13

Arghhhhhhh I'm so overwhelmed with my anger, frustrated by people's ignorance. Annoyed by people's lack of respect. My blog has become my sounding board I shall not want, it lead me to self-peace, it maketh me feel not like killing people, it restoreth my sense of humanity. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear myself more then anyone else; for I am thy worst enemy; for the rod and the staff may not comfort me but rather the enemies who face me.  10/25/13

For all those viewing, and all those to come(I pray and hope), I will be attempting to add a poetry piece/selection every day. If not at least 5 out of the 7 days of the week. Bear with me, my schedule is fairly demanding, but I hope you enjoy each piece and it offers some form of uplift, awakening, entertainment, and above all else thinking. Generating something for your mind, I feel as though it would be worthless if it didn't at least do that. Cheers