My Position

Who do you think that you are?
You know nothing of me

Base my whole life off a social scene
Miss me with your nonsense

Tired of men claiming control of female minds
Where were you when I was an adolescence?

No damn place to be found
Ashamed of vulnerability that was never yours to hold

Speak my mind and men piss there pants
Tired of this trash

From the beginning of time women are told what to do
I'm tired of that objective

You are nothing and nobody to my independence and self love
Testimonies kept a secret for some bull sh*t family pride

When I needed you, I had none of you guys
Still go behind my back to invite tension in my life

I am over giving a F' about you our your pride
What the F' is blood, shed that liquid

It's only important when you do something HUGE
Still the same outcast used as a scapegoat

Overdue for facts and terrified by the judgement
Lucky for you, that is not my position

My place is known, coming into growth
Time has been passing by

The moment is finally near
Nothing to hear but conflict

Going to break every curse you ever placed on me
No word you say has power over me

Take me to another place, far from this disgrace
Disrupted by the sight of your face

Honestly the thought of your demise makes me smile
That is why I am only a part of the Supreme, and not ever all

- D.Y.M. Original

Damn Sense

Damn these thoughts building up in minds
Unbound and dragged down into turmoil

I know nothing just like before
I am nothing without the Lord

Drilling into this life, gaining no depth
Stuck at a level that is to confusing to understand

There is no fuel to bother fixing this life
Change happens within, but nothing seems different

Gave all my heart, only small parts feel activated
Out of control, never had it to begin with

There must be no point to us going on
I'm trying to get through

Lost in you, in this, entertained by fools surrounding
Not sure if love lasts anymore

Existing in fables centuries old that every princess accepts
Damn! Get out of my head, penetrating my penial

Wishing there was an eraser
Keeping you here is my trouble

Unfortunate that I allow myself to loose all sensibility
No sure if any was around

Compression of each beat, too hard to breathe
Not seeing a point to this universe

Denying that it's about growth
Heart chokes... no voice to declare the truth

-D.Y.M. Original

Bunch of BS

Speaking in code so no one will figure out your life is a manipulation

Fabrications of live you have never seen or felt

Hundreds of stories under your belt and your running out of length

Speak towards life as though it is meaningless

Arrogance tangled into prideful annoyances

The simplest of breaths you make boil blood with lies of fire

Tormented by memories of victimization

Still you oppress me with your opinion as if it is the only one that matters

Wasted time listening to trash talk, pressured to accept it peacefully

There is no claim to your control levels here

Sanctuary does not encompass your mind

Assuming control over peoples lives when no one called you

Exhausting explanations of views that you assume should matter

Nothing of substance, don't have the time to try

Saying goodbye to incredible crimes against my character

You have no right to define someone whom you nothin of

- D.Y.M. Original

Finally...

Similar days are beginning to change
Long gone is the time to rest and reflect
Action is soon to be taken

Shaken foes wither in your wake
Devastated over failed plans
Tripping over their own feet

Leaving them in a mist
The sun beams shine directly on you
Removing dark clouds, winds calm now

Prepared to take a step into something new
Without a proper look from the inside
moving around drowning sounds

Still thoughts are leveling the worry
Emotions faded, logic comes into play
Masterful being manipulating creation today

Blending transformations of past lives
Molding broken sensations into astonishing foundations
Launching pad lain for seeds to bloom abundantly

- MDM original

I Give Up

No longer do I care about your response or feelings
No longer do I need your embrace
No longer do I long for fellowship with you

God is always my saving grace
Shut your mouth if you have nothing positive or encouraging to say
Commentary dismissed and trashed

I am tired of missing you
I am done giving a damn about connecting
I am only concerned about me

No man ever saved me
No man ever gave me what I needed
No man brought connection without drama

I give up on us
I give up on building you
I give up on waiting for you to understand

Ignoring everyone that sounds off
Not an once of patience will be given
Love shall not be shared with you

I am over being sad about how you disrespect me
I am over how you make me feel
I am over the fake level of concern

I give up on your life
I give up on the struggle
I give up on the strife

Once you POP...

If you have heard one, you pretty much have heard them all
Same beat, same song, just a different artist
All follow the same hypnotic melodic pace

Remakes of samples, used 100 times
Skipping records induce head blockages
Ceasing the growth of a unique thought

Memes on repeat, no need for formal conversation
Humanity so far out of contemplation, there is no sincerity
Selfie filters of countries you only thought about yesterday

Comical to expect any actual research to be done
Posting the taboo for likes and comments
Bored and uninteresting, the sophomoric antics amuse you

Participate in traditional hate of anything different than you
Hypocritical contempt, for those who out live hopeful wishes
Living in misery for sanctified redemption

The images posted contract the life you chose
Resentment building for hard workers
Time wasted trolling and snooping

The new relationship started 3 days after your last ended
Broadcast your intimate details, showing no solidarity
Sending penis pics in inboxes, then claim the cross

Comment on what you like, sell what you got, before another does better
Dramatics bring the laughter and public arguments on display
No faith in your reality to ring true to a follower

Honesty has little popularity, when everyone is claiming authority
Leading with material and luring with superficial blinders
Shades of rose, lost their transparency, trapped by games of the many

The deceit makes your mouth water with intensity
Still reflections are avoided, because you are hollow inside
Ignoring pain, failure and shame you have made no peace with

The notification alarm goes off and you can not stop peering into the abyss
Twisted in overt stories and crude jokes, painted with scriptures
Dismissal of anguish within an arms reach from you

-MDM Original

Blood Stains

Standing on the side walk, in the neighborhood
Early in the morning, waiting for the bell to ring
Doors swing open, teachers welcome us in

Going through the hallway, smiling and saying hello
Time is getting short, looking to catch up with my friends
Talking parents, siblings and gossip

Who we like and don't always a hot topic
Got to get going the warning bell is ringing
Only five minuets before teachers start complaining

Bust the combo for the locker, get the book for my class
Double check the mirror make sure I look decent
Really only care about gym, lunch and music

In assigned seats, sitting, mind tripping on other subject matter
This teacher is so boring, still taking notes like a master
Young and interested in the status of color and collars

As the bell rings, the first up out of my seat
My friend to my left, tried to get the attention of me
The girl who stayed back a year, started to laugh

Everyone around her only echoed it back
Finally figured what all of the ruckus was about
The spot appearing on the back of my paints was new to me

Sent to the nurse for something like cotton, but felt like Brillo
Real fast, back at the locker to wrap the jacket around my waste
Trying not to cry in public, truly wanting to holler

Awkward, finally the day would soon be over
The longest day of misery anyone could endure
Going home to try and search for the cure

Once again faced with laughter, sick ways to express understanding
Embarrassment in our coming of age, put on display and met with shame
Relating growth and maturity with trauma

Showing no pride and unity in womanhood
Allowing anyone to penetrate and desecrate it is damnable
Making a mockery of it, only leaves me confused

Uncomfortable in the process from girl to woman
Not guided with a nurturing hand, but shoved into it
Being told to be tough, loosing the purity in our ability to care

My alarm goes off, another day begins
Breakfast at the table, grabbing my lunch
Telling myself to ignore questions or seek comfort

I walk out the door and walk out the gate
Hoping the pads will hold, paying attention to each step
I see my friends, hoping they would forget, Nope.

- MDM Original