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Hello Poetry lovers !
It's been a while since I've posted, believe me though, I wish I had more free time.
But I just want to thank everyone who has been visiting my page and checking out my work and the work of the featured people I have on here. So far I have over 600 views and it means so much ! There are more featured artists to come so keep a look out !

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My friend Darnell just recently put out his first mixtape and it's FIRE. i have it on my iPod and my Blackberry. I think you should all check him out. You can download it for free at datpiff.com
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THE OUTSIDERS

Okay, so i discovered some of the coolest cats in Toronto.
My friend Troy has formed a group called The Outsiders and they are flipping AMAZING ! believe me when I say this. Check out their "Moment For Life ft. Nicki Minaj" Remake.
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I Rather

Who says a poem has to be a cascade of verses? Sometimes, 10 lines are enough to get the point across


I rather.
I rather be a victim of the streets
as if the concrete, could creep up and 
kill me in, cold blood than,
become a victim of love.
I rather repeat the severity of the harsh things
life can do to me
than to compete with the insecurities
of and emotion that has never been kind to me see,
I rather have a broken neck
Than another broken heart.

If poetry could have an album cover, this would be mine !

Our Perceptions of Perfection

hey everyone. I apologize for not having the time to post new things. School is seriously no joke. As much as I love updating you guys and writing new things, University is priority! But here's a little something I wrote the other day. I couldn't leave you guys hanging !

Our Perceptions of Perfection

There is no set definition for the word perfection

There will always be someone making corrections

So long as you let them

But our perceptions are all different

Though we all search for the same thing,

Something truly amazing, get caught dazing

Maybe I'm phased and-

Or you find yourself day dreaming

Face gleaming, smile beaming

And instead of your heart beating

It's screaming the tune of their perfection.

Feeling no objection with your mind

Cause your brain and your heart both agree this time,

But your past has taught you otherwise

Telling you that love dies cause people always lie

And it's been a while since you decided not to hide

But sometimes it takes us getting hurt a million times

For use to realize that there is someone perfect for us to find.

And the essence of your perfection

Feels like an injection of surrealism 

The hope just to be with 'em

Sends your mind on an ultimate high

So when you look down, you see the sky

Get caught in the wind and just ride-

It back to your perfect reality

Where your perfection has no correction

Cause you wouldn't change them 

For the world.

check out Troy Trav's "like a G6" remix just dropped today!

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lets keep the talent in Toronto alive!

SOMETHING NEW FOR YOU GUYS!

YES I KNOW. it's been a HOT minute since I put anything up, I apologize. school has been taking up all my time. But Ajax High asked me to help out with the White Ribbon Campaign so i thought I could write something along the lines of abuse, etc. This one cuts deep cause I know so many girls in situations like this. I actually cried while writing it. I hope you guys enjoy this. I MIGHT post a video of me saying it cause it honestly sounds 64688248 times better when said out loud but I'm not too sure yet. Let me know what you all think. Feedback is the only way I get better <3 

Much love!

Make A Wish

She no longer wished on shooting stars 

and it seemed like the 11th minute of the 11th hour would never come

Instead she wished on the broken apartment building lights

Cause after every fight, the sparks would ignite

Giving the illusion of dancing stars in the sky

Make a wish.

She prays for life to pass her by cause she rather die 

than to wake up with another head ache , bigger than the heart ache

from the blows of his fist that her body can't take

God must have made a mistake

Somewhere in the story book of her life.

She wasted prayers, and wishes on happiness.

Praying for something that never existed

Hoping for something that wasn't realistic 

she will always be that outcast and misfit

As long as the power is his fist.

There was no power in wishes.

So she'd close her eyes and hope that they wouldn't open back

If I just stand still, maybe I won't provoke his attack

Always tense and I can't relax

Like a slave with the whips on my back.

To hide her pain, she'd always try her hardest

To mask the bruises, she became an artist

Using her face as a canvas

With lipstick to paint on fake and phoney smiles 

To hide the frowns of a lifestyle so hostile

With a boyfriend's anger just too wild to control.

And every night she'd try to cry

But her tear ducks were as dry as the sahara

Once again, hiding pain through her cover girl mascara

lash after lash, after lash, after lash

Just as hard as the ones that he'd place on her back.

The burden of this artist

Just wouldn't  submiss.

Make a wish.

She would close her eyes and pray for rainbows

But all she'd see is a frown ten shades of grey

With happiness too far away

Teasing her grasp and staying out from her reach.

And no matter how much the preacher would preach

She'd still scream at night that "God can't hear me!"

And she'd try and reach for that holy cross

but the canvas of her mind was shattered with a holocaust 

of emotions. 

And a battle field of despair

And a depression that only comes, when the devil visits there

Make a wish.

She can't leave him.

She knows its not safe 

So she shuts her mouth and knows her place

keeps her head down, makes no mistakes

And builds on a strength to endure all that she takes.

Consistently speaking false lies saying that she is nothing without him

Convincing her that without him she can't win

So no matter how hard the blows,

One thing she knows is that

Somewhere in the sick and twisted battlefield of love

No one else loves her more than him.

So I give him my all, with all I have left

With his grasp on my neck

Please don't take my last breath

Just so I can

Make my last wish.

PR-GTV: Knicks Poetry Slam 2009 - B. Yung - 3rd Place

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Greetings from Inner City Floetry.

If you all have the chance, search up Dwayne Morgan. If you do not know his name, then you NEED to know about this man! 

He has brought poetry back into Toronto and made it something AMAZING.

I've been to a couple shows and had the occasion of meeting him once.

Poetry lovers, check him out!