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  • Hi. My name is

    Hi my name is
    Nah that’s way too formal.

    Hey wassup it’s ya girl
    What am I a radio personality?

    Hi. I’m LaShae.

    Wait. Yeah that
    That feels comfortable.

    Hi. I’m LaShae.
    La like the note
    Shae like the butter.
    And I’m
    . . .
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    God says,
    I am that I am
    But if I said it
    Would it be blasphemous?
    Even if I am?
    Because I am that I am
    And
    I am Joy.
    I am Smile.
    Brittany said it was creepy
    That I smiled so much
    But Brittany didn’t know
    I hurt the same ways she did.
    She didn’t know my smile
    Was as much a resistance
    As it was for her to get out of bed some mornings
    She didn’t know
    I kept my smile because
    Tracy loved my smile.
    Tracy loved my smile!
    She said it was the most genuine smile she’s ever seen
    Which is the best compliment
    Because her smile
    Was the most genuine I’ve ever seen.

    I am peace
    Except when I am hungry
    And I am always hungry
    Beware of Junior’s warning
    You better feed that gal;
    I am gal.
    As sister says,
    When hungry,
    I am Hulk;
    I am pitbull.
    Ya girl just likes to eat
    But when I am fed,
    I promise
    I will be peace
    Like Mable taught me to be
    Peace:
    Not the absence of violence,
    But the presence of Justice.
    So if no Justice
    No peace.
    I am starving
    Pitbull for peace
    Ready to Hulk smash oppression
    See, Mable
    Mable was a child
    When Newark went up in flames
    See
    You don’t watch your home go ablaze
    And end up staying the same
    No
    You arm yourself
    Yes, with the whole armor of God
    Like your mother taught you
    But also
    With a thicker skin
    That none of this heat can penetrate
    And with a weapon
    She chose a pen
    Much mightier than a sword
    Her ink writing for peace
    Not the absence of violence
    But the presence of Justice
    Her ink filled with the blood spilled in her streets
    And then she would come to teach
    All the little children, and yes, even me
    That the power is in connections
    That is what Mable taught to me.

    Barbara taught me to hold my own.
    Pete told me Fret Not
    But Pray if you feel alone
    Latierra and Ricky
    Both taught me to wonder
    And Serena taught me
    That dancing is greater than pain
    Ali taught me God will find you
    Even if you’re in the dark.
    I never met Maurice,
    But his love is always in my heart.
    Ulysses taught me always learn first
    And Davey taught me to dress my best
    Even when they do their worst
    Ron & Vette taught me to be loud
    Lisa and Al taught me love knows no bounds
    Dog taught me to keep my friends close
    Mo taught me that royalty
    Can come from a crack that bloomed a rose
    And Holis, God rest his soul,
    May not be blood
    But taught me what a man ought to be

    I know you asked about me
    But I am an unfinished story
    The moral of my life
    Isn’t complete
    But I am that I am
    And I am pieces of
    Every person I ever lost
    A puzzle
    Amassing to one lone thought:
    Love.

    PoetryPicasso

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  • Love Letter to my Love Handles

    I like the way
    You get gripped
    In the palms of a man
    Ravenous in his pursuit
    To hold everything
    From my neck
    To my hips.
    He takes his time
    With you
    Because he knows you
    To be special
    To be precious and beautiful

    I’m sorry
    I had to see your beauty
    Through someone else’s eyes.
    So now,
    I write this poem with pride
    Waving my pen like it’s
    A flag for my flawes.

    So let this serve
    As a love letter
    To my love handles
    A memento
    To my muffin top
    A song for my stretchmarks
    A poem for my pudge
    Feels for my fupa
    Cuz I ain’t missin no meals

    Let this serve
    As an apology
    To some of the best parts
    Of my body.
    I was told to shame you.
    Taught to be embarrassed
    By you.
    I’ve tried to chase you away
    Dance you away
    Bike you away
    But you’re persistence
    Perseveres –
    And inspires me.
    If you can hold on
    Where you’re told you don’t belong,
    Where might I learn to rise
    Despite resistance?

    So thank you.
    Thank you for
    Inspiring.
    Thank you for
    Stretching.
    Thank you for
    Protecting.
    Thank you for
    Making outfits
    Someone else said
    You would ruin.
    Thank you for
    Being there for lovers.
    Thank you for
    Being there for me.

    PoetryPicasso

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    • More than just a body, you are soul beautiful. I am sorry that you felt sorry for seeing love through another’s eyes, beautiful mind. We are all learning and not a single one of us done. That was precious. I like it. Love yourself, love.

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    • Poetry Picasso,Your beautiful poem celebrates and embraces every part of your body, including the parts society has taught you to be ashamed of. Thank you for the reminder to love and appreciate ourselves as we are. Your words inspire and empower.

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    • This piece is so beautiful, unique, and authentic! I love all of it. You are amazing. Every bit of you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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    • I love the alliteration you use! It makes it flow so smooth just like the curves of a woman’s body.

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  • 2024

    It took your body
    Twelve years to climb
    Four feet and eleven inches.
    Although you have plateaued in figure,
    I hope your soul can continue to grow.
    I hope your heart expands;
    I hope your spirit strengthens;
    I hope you can fortify your mind
    And feed your passions
    A balanced diet.
    This is the year
    You search beyond:
    Beyond yourself,
    Beyond the limits you’ve come to know,
    Beyond the 4 ft 11 in at
    The top of your head.
    I hope you pray deeper;
    I hope you love longer;
    I hope you work harder;
    I hope you play better;
    I hope you learn so much
    Life starts learning from you.
    And while that one
    May be just out of reach,
    Hopefully,
    In 352 days
    You’ll be used to
    Reaching for things
    People say are untouchable.

    PoetryPicasso

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    • This is a beautiful piece. I love this part:

      I hope you pray deeper;
      I hope you love longer;
      I hope you work harder;
      I hope you play better;
      I hope you learn so much
      Life starts learning from you.

      I hope I do all those things too. Keep pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. That’s where the magic beings. Thank you for sharing and thank you…read more

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  • The ones represent a footnote literally and figuratively as footnotes are details authors add when there is other information that needs to be known and in this case sometimes authors & audiences may detach themselves from literature but this simple poem and simple footnote urge us to remember we (the audience) are as human as the author and just as we want and know we are deserving of respect, this author encourages us to extend that respect to our fellow person.

    Personal addendum: we live in a world with a million and one boxes and labels and names and things that can(and often do) divide us, and I hope with with poem we can take a step outside of ourselves and our labels and recognize the humanity in each other, recognize the hurt we may cause each other, and try to heal that interpersonal relationship on a broad scale.

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  • PoetryPicasso shared a letter in the Group logo of Current EventsCurrent Events group 6 months, 1 weeks ago

    My Black Heart Bleeds for Palestine

    My Black heart bleeds for Palestine
    From an ancestral wound
    Opened by a new whip
    Lined with explosive erasure.

    My Black heart bleeds for Palestine
    White blood cells imprisoned
    Like the babies of the Gaza strip
    Unable to heal my wound
    Unable to escape.

    My Black heart bleeds for Palestine
    Fresh blood atop the scars
    Left by the ‘67 riots,
    Seneca Village,
    Lake Lanier,
    Tulsa. . .

    My Black heart bleeds for Palestine.
    I see my history in their struggle.
    For them I hope a radical change.
    And I pray not a present like mine.

    My Black heart prays to free Palestine.

    PoetryPicasso

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  • Respect Me

    Because
    I
    Am
    Human^1

    1 – And you are too.

    PoetryPicasso

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    • So simple but so true! Love it. What do the number 1s symbolize? Thank you for your wisdom and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren

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      • The ones represent a footnote literally and figuratively as footnotes are details authors add when there is other information that needs to be known and in this case sometimes authors & audiences may detach themselves from literature but this simple poem and simple footnote urge us to remember we (the audience) are as human as the author and just…read more

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