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Poetry

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Phases of Lips

Written 05/10/18

Lips, luscious, luxury, everything desirable. The gate to the sins of your favorites.What color adorned a sweet smile, red to rock the world in Gatsby scandal. Pink to tempt the ATM into spoiling the white lines of cocaine whims. Brown to hush away the souls of cowardly men before devouring their ego whole. 

Lips are everything. A fine line between hers and mine, or his and mine, or just theirs and mine. A barrier between voices, and decadent choices. It is the guardian to my bitterness, to my seduction, to my devastation, to the everlasting muse of my complications. 

Lips as luscious and lavish in mind as they are in person or lingering on mine. 

- Empress Jade

Loving Whiskey Ice

Written 05/10/18

Drank whiskey to live with a smile

Despite the fact come morning,

My problems lined up to fill a mile

There was something at the end of each glass, that reminded me I still existed

That all my choices weren’t to just pass

Each drop of golden bitterness

A moment to push me to the edge, 

From virgin to succubus kisses

The ice clings to stirrings in my heart, 

A warm blush of social boldness rushes in me, but I finally feel joy off the chart

They say it’s bad to seek freedom in whiskey

Makes the soul addicted while the liver weeps, all I’m trying to do is experience a life where my sorrow isn’t that deep. 

 

- Empress Jade 

Five Star Social Justice

Written 05/07/18

Woke, but not woke enough.
It’s tough on the high ground but doesn’t matter when no one is around. 
Callout culture, but not your favorites. Put Shame on the unaware cause information is out there. 
If it’s problematic I'm sure I do the same but focus on them not me. Only when the anger of it fades do I seek another to distract the audience from the problems of myself.  
Let me post about it, shit on the fans for not having enough information or not viewing everything critically. Shitpost
Scream out “Support the artists”, but meanwhile too broke to do so... it costs too much. 
I’m a call for action, where everyone sees. When I hear that call I’m nowhere near or seen. 
What a world we live in to choose between presentation & activism, 
Critique & understanding,
Humanity & applause,
So much to fight for, but we are too busy fighting each other on subjects so small in the scheme of things. 
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I don’t want to be a person who can’t separate being critical and being human. 

- Empress Jade 

Lost Millennial Generation

We don’t know who we are anymore.

We were lost in the sea. No lost on land.

Just lost.

This is the cost we must pay, despite the fact we did not run up this tab. We were never here to destroy the world that we live in. Instead just born into the corrupt environment that they blame us for. This is why we are lost. What can we give of ourselves when we are too busy fixing the mistakes of those before us. How can we identify when the world cries. How can we prove our worth as a generation. We are healing the scars of generations but it is a slow journey. We are seeking the knowledge abandoned by the mighty white conquerors but much is lost. We are creating a place safer for the fluctuating definition of what life means to us, but it is met by cruelty. So yes we are lost, but not by our doing. We are trapped in the cycle of fixing and fixing. Taking what messes they that came before us made and making miracles. Reshaping the complexity and uniqueness of humanity. Voicing the history of those forgotten. Understanding each other better. We take care of you, we save you, we protect you. Still we are lost only guided by bitterness, fear, and judgement from the mess makers before us.

Still we are lost, the me among the rest of the Millennials. Lost fixing and being the best of ourselves under the weight of generations. ~ Jade 🌵