To: The Rafters

To: The Rafters from LETTER

I don’t want the same things anymore…

In my head, I got dreads, and I’m poor…

Still…

You cannot find your soul in a store…

But you can find God at the door…

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So humming bird sing a lot louder…

When you make it to the top, no one will be prouder…

When you make it to the top, please don’t trust the powder…

And face time me every Sunday, when you watching power…

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Imma hang your jersey up in the sky…

Imma hang it up real nice and high…

And you don’t have to walk, cause you can glide…

Shorty please be an angel and fly…

Dope Love

Dope Love from Quality over Quantity

Poetically…

Let me write you down in my own language…

Aesthetically…

You can read me, just don’t skip through pages…

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Let me tell you my love story…

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I’ll start with the happily ever after…

Rewind to the climax, I know this may seem backwards…

Then move on to the first scene…

Promise I’m not an actor…

Funny how things that once hurt the most, bring the truest laughter…

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The highlight for me, was meeting you…

The plot was always seeing you…

The goal for me was keeping you…

The irony was me needing you…

The connotative language of this narrative insinuates that I don’t quite have an ending yet…

Probably because there’s tons of options, and

I don’t know what will be because God’s not done mending yet…

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Probably because there’s tons of options, and I don’t know will be because God’s not done mending yet…

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Can you sing for me?

Not out loud, but in your imagination…

That way I’ll know you think of me…

Something like, “A house is not a home”, or “Cater to you”…

And I’ll sing back…

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But shorty Imma mix that Tiller with some Thriller...

And maybe you can mix that crown with some vanilla…

I’m still just tryna meet you like “The Millers”…

Based on a true story makes this love thing so much realer…

I had been…

Half sleeping, and barely eating…

People pleasing, while they were feasting…

Goal seeking, yet barely reading…

Wide eyed, but still not seeing…

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But I changed…

I’m better…

So shorty go on and love me before my feet get cold…

And please re-read this story before the beat gets old…

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True Vibrations

True Vibrations from Quality over Quantity (@domligon)

If I were poetry, the melodies of the fat lady would never come.

It's never over.

We would perpetually penetrate the emotions slowly entering your consciousness.

Confidence will ooze through the sounds.

You see I've found myself through poetry.

Come ride me mentally while we stroke your thoughts.

We could coast along the tide, while we both get lost.

"Speak poet"

"Speak it into existence"

We speak persistent messages with purpose of portraying our perspective.

We speak for the unheard voices of the selective few.

Lately poetry has been absorbing my energy, but I'd rather drain it all for my brothers trapped in the mindset of just settling.

I found the better me & duality through poetry.