Mahoghany M

Mahoghany M Poems

I don't
Celebrate
Independence Day
The parades
...

Never did
I think
My heart
Would break again
...

Holding you could be
One of my favorite pastimes
If you let me
I could lose
...

My God is the best juggler
There is to be
In one hand
He holds the lives of you and me
...

I hate it when a man gets so full of himself
That his ego quickly overshadows the a Woman's
Perception of him
...

I didn't want to stop dealing with you
But I know my worth
I am like a lung
Sold on the Black Market
...

Je ne voulais pas arrêter de traiter avec toi
Mais je connais ma valeur
Je suis comme un poumon
Vendu sur le marché noir
...

No quería dejar de tratar contigo
Pero sé que mi valor
Soy como un pulmón
Vendido en el mercado negro
...

First and Foremost
My love is a
Prize
You do not earn
...

Tout d'abord
Mon amour est un
Prix
Vous ne gagnez pas
...

Primero y ante todo
Mi amor es un
Premio
Usted no gana
...

Secondly
I am VERY serious
About who I love
Once you earn that
...

Something super weird
Happened to me
He and I went to
grab some food
...

I'm finished
Done
I've wiped the dirt
From my hands
...

I needed you
You needed me
You gave me safety
I needed mental security
...

When the sun next leaves it footprints across the sky

I will be moving forward
With my head held high
...

I am scared to lose myself
Again
I am scared to look in the mirror
Once again
...

My Friend
I think about you
Every day
Every hour
...

Music
And movies
The darkness of night
Cool air
...

Mahoghany M Biography

Joy Milton (also known as Mahoghany M) is a 20 year old College Student majoring in Business Office Administration. She is a YouTuber, blogger, author and poet. In her free time she likes to read, write, research, and spend time with her friends. She is originally from Brooklyn, New York, but currently resides in Kittrell, North Carolina. She is working on her second book.)

The Best Poem Of Mahoghany M

Why I Don't Celebrate Independence Day

I don't
Celebrate
Independence Day
The parades
The Flags
The soda Pop
Mean nothing
To me
Because on this day
My ancestors
A Nation
Within a nation
Chains upon
The Melanin
Factory
We were
Forbidden
To be
Free
Our blood
Sweat
And tears
Fell into the laps
Of the White Americans
While we were
Struggling
Gasping for air
To breathe
Something other than Tobacco
or Cotton
We BUILT your America
White thrive
Bcause Black
Fought hard
To Survive
And we still are not free
We are enslaved
In our own
Mentality
And therefore
We kill
Each other
like falling leaves
on the
Tree of life

Mahoghany M Comments

Mahoghany M 14 July 2017

Thank you, Tahtyanna! I try to capture the essence of whatever emotion or subject that I write about. I've also read your books on Amazon. Very insightful. Keep on doing what you do! I'm proud of you!

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Tahtyanna Mattocks 14 July 2017

tots adore this author, she so real and raw and her poems put you in your feelings real quick. Its like your actually experiencing what is written vividly though its through words. All her poems make me feel like im actually living it.

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