the state of being constrained, bound, or obliged; That which constrains or obliges; obligation; bond.
Etymology: from Latin obstringere, obstrictum, “to bind to or about”.
Gallery 1988 presents The Rap Quotes by Jay Shells
Inevitable is unstoppable
Irreversible futures birthed by mistakes of the past
Judge my future as it’s my last
And know my mistakes were first…
This is the rebirth
The new turf
As my gift lurks
I surf new waves
Within this new body that this
Old earth unconsciously gave Allowing me to be growth,paraphrased as the New Me
curved like a scythe or sickle; hooked; falciform.
Etymology: from Latin falcātus, from falx, “sickle”.
Judge me for my mistakes
When my life is mine to make
And baits my karma that becomes my mate
Talk about me to the rest
Sip some tea and talk about my breasts
And how that girl thinks she’s the best
Shun me for me being me
Sorry that it’s me you see or that you say “she’s being mean to me”
Everything I am is something that you are
You might of finessed it and decided to take being me thus far
We all cried tears of hurt
But I swim in the ocean and drudge through the earth
We all dislike the ways of others but I dislike ways and throw shade and
I cut you off, unlike no other
I take pride in being me
because those are so judgmental and scared to just be
So I am probed to just be
And accept the powers that be
That state I’m just the worst thing or woman specie
Or a bad relationship queen to her king To be
No matter what the speculation
Or what they say while drinking and chasing
Cam is she
And he or she that talk to thee
Will never shake the powers in me
Cause I walk with a with my mistakes
Talk with delay
Exude my degrades and
Accept that I’m more of a flake
Because I’m what you are trying to hide
I am human
and That my “friends” I will never deny!
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1. relating to a person’s body, especially as opposed to their spirit; of the nature of the physical body; bodily.
2. having a body.
3. consisting of material objects; tangible.
Etymology: from Latin corporeus, from corpus, “body”.
Could serge to ends of the earth
And swim to ocean depths unseen
Could do as I promise and let nothing in between
Like some could love self more than desire to be loved
Could nothing be put in the heavens above my worth on the crimson wings of doves
Should die tomorrow, I wonder would it be better than today’s short comings.
Would the pain be exonerated and decease as my last breath seeps through my lungs
Exhaling by each 10 second brief
So Poisonous air can leak….
Should pray that my sins be washed away
Would it be a myth to have the unbelievers believe
In something more than the truth and the way
Or is this the way the truth and the light
Guiding us back to painstaking dismal nights
Would give up on all that I was taught to care for
Would I be lost from life’s passion and metaphors?
If I, could I, should I, would I
Stand for something more than what stands for me?
I’m not sure within my confusion of opened and shut doors
But I will simply
STAND for something
And that’s ME….
Literally, ignore them.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.