My name is Dame and I'm a thinker. My thoughts can be found in my music or the things I write. I would tell you to follow me, but I don't know where I'm going. 21 yrs old. New Orleans Made. Success Driven. Links to my poetry are below.
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I hate traffic. Thanks moms.

I hate traffic. Thanks moms.

Thanks for the birthday wishes.

I had a talk with God,
I told him it’s been awful hard. 
People quitting on me,
I’m finding it ridiculous homie. 
What’s wild is I ain’t growing callous because of it. 
I’d rather reach and seek a position where I’m coveted. 
The love then went, and no I’m asking it back. 
Year older, don’t feel colder, guess my passion won’t crack. 
Was misguided and off the rails, now life’s back on its tracks. 
The freshest breath ever compared to an asthma attack. 
So what’s good y’all? Me chilling, trying exist comfortably. 
Just made 22, plotting on ways to have a million by the time I’m 23. 
Learning to accept the change in things that don’t really make sense to me. 
By figuring out that every one won’t  always behave sensibly. 
They say it’s all about growth and expanding your mind. 
Some folks walk year after year, others ran with the time. 
And I’m standing here watching it all, just repairing my mind. 
But you don’t get a spot by watching others standing in line. 
No more sitting there dreaming of, let’s make these things biblical. 
Impact is my pact, how bout we make them remember you. 
Gotta watch those pitfalls and always dodge miserable. 
No more shadow living, let’s make it all visible. 
Go so far from what you are the old you starts missing you. 
Lose yourself to find what’s missing, guess that’s a catch 22. 
Catch 22. 
-Dame

I had a talk with God,
I told him it’s been awful hard.
People quitting on me,
I’m finding it ridiculous homie.
What’s wild is I ain’t growing callous because of it.
I’d rather reach and seek a position where I’m coveted.
The love then went, and no I’m asking it back.
Year older, don’t feel colder, guess my passion won’t crack.
Was misguided and off the rails, now life’s back on its tracks.
The freshest breath ever compared to an asthma attack.
So what’s good y’all? Me chilling, trying exist comfortably.
Just made 22, plotting on ways to have a million by the time I’m 23.
Learning to accept the change in things that don’t really make sense to me.
By figuring out that every one won’t always behave sensibly.
They say it’s all about growth and expanding your mind.
Some folks walk year after year, others ran with the time.
And I’m standing here watching it all, just repairing my mind.
But you don’t get a spot by watching others standing in line.
No more sitting there dreaming of, let’s make these things biblical.
Impact is my pact, how bout we make them remember you.
Gotta watch those pitfalls and always dodge miserable.
No more shadow living, let’s make it all visible.
Go so far from what you are the old you starts missing you.
Lose yourself to find what’s missing, guess that’s a catch 22.

Catch 22.
-Dame

Let’s see what Caesar and his crew talkin bout  #dawnoftheplanetoftheapes aka long ass hashtag.

Let’s see what Caesar and his crew talkin bout #dawnoftheplanetoftheapes aka long ass hashtag.

Made it to see another year on this Earth. Appreciate all those who still here and those who left. All love. #HappyBirthday2Me

Made it to see another year on this Earth. Appreciate all those who still here and those who left. All love. #HappyBirthday2Me

sandlesshourglass:

Note to self
by GerShondalyn Holland 

the flower that grew with the weeds… who somehow was able to get all that it needs…& still remain itself. I see you. I feel you. it’s surreal… you… became something from nothing. how could growing amongst the unfamiliar make you so damn stunning? you stand out from all the rest but you don’t belong. so time & time again you get to feeling like you are all wrong. you don’t relate. no similar traits. you are alone. but you would rather just go along. & I must ask you, why? these weeds cant even begin to understand the concept of your beauty. maybe it’s not even your duty… to … teach them or explain. but growing amongst the weeds, you can’t be ashamed. the attention that you long for, you can get it from me. no one else might notice you but “myself said unto me: “Look to thyself, take care of thyself, for nobody cares for thee.” …it’s quite amazing how much growth can come from such unpleasantries.

sandlesshourglass:

Note to self
by GerShondalyn Holland

the flower that grew with the weeds… who somehow was able to get all that it needs…& still remain itself. I see you. I feel you. it’s surreal… you… became something from nothing. how could growing amongst the unfamiliar make you so damn stunning? you stand out from all the rest but you don’t belong. so time & time again you get to feeling like you are all wrong. you don’t relate. no similar traits. you are alone. but you would rather just go along. & I must ask you, why? these weeds cant even begin to understand the concept of your beauty. maybe it’s not even your duty… to … teach them or explain. but growing amongst the weeds, you can’t be ashamed. the attention that you long for, you can get it from me. no one else might notice you but “myself said unto me: “Look to thyself, take care of thyself, for nobody cares for thee.” …it’s quite amazing how much growth can come from such unpleasantries.

New Poem entitled: Get Lost by GerShondalyn Holland

sandlesshourglass:

I wanna lose myself in this idea of finally being good enough.
I wanna feel like maaaybe just maybe I’m worth something in this world where there’s more worth in these pennies & having a whole lotta enemies. Can I, break away from the fixations I allowed because everyone seems too damn proud…. to…

Mirrors

I have this ideology and belief that we are all mirrors. Seeing as that there is no true way for us to take a mirror and look inside ourselves to see who we are as people, we use others. We all look to others to get a clear view of who we are. Your family is used as a mirror to see how you relate to those close to you. Your friends are used to see how you relate to those with common interests. The most important mirror however, is one the you have with your mate.

The reason being is, you choose this mirror and it chooses you. Out of all the people who could reflect who you are in this world on a level that a friend or a relative could never do, you select one person. You confide in this person. Learn to trust this person. Grow with this person. You use this person as a mirror to reaffirm who you feel you are. Honestly, if you get to lazy, you can grow so reliant on said mirror, that you allow them to define you altogether.

You tell this mirror your truths and expect it does the same for you, but what happens when your mirror is a liar? What’s your next step when you find out that, although you’ve been truthful, your mirror has not. You’ve told your uncut truth and your mirror has been feeding you whatever they deemed most suitable in order to ensure you will continue to reflect for them. What do you do with all the new perspective you’ve gained over time, by virtue of this mirror you selected? Everything you thought and believed not only about yourself, but about the world around you is now subject to sudden question because the proxy by which you filter things was tainted.

You are then forced to abruptly look into yourself for your own self definition, but here’s the issue…you just took all of this time practicing and working on how to have this mirror reflect for you, thinking it would be a long time arrangement. So what do you do when the mirror you chose decides you’re no longer the mirror for them? What’s the protocol for when your mirror decides they no longer want to reflect for you?

To be honest with you, i haven’t the slightest idea. I find it easy to unseat time spent and emotions gained if I can label it fraudulent. Problem with this is, it’s harder to gauge who you actually are without the mirror until you spend serious time self defining. Hopefully you can keep in mind your self definition when you employ the assistance of a mirror again. If you get lucky, it might actually be true to you.

So hello world, my name is Dontell, most folks call me Dame,

and I’m still looking for my mirror.

Was at my old middle school today. What’s wild is, my 8th grade year, we were had just moved to that new building…and it was still being made. Nostalgic as hell. They have a gym now man. We used to play on that hard court next to the field. This was ten years ago. #JamesSingletonCharter #MiddleSchool #FeelingOld

Was at my old middle school today. What’s wild is, my 8th grade year, we were had just moved to that new building…and it was still being made. Nostalgic as hell. They have a gym now man. We used to play on that hard court next to the field. This was ten years ago. #JamesSingletonCharter #MiddleSchool #FeelingOld

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Phat assed white girl.

10 years ago today this album dropped and it introduced me to what lyricism and wittiness with your words is. Safe to say I don’t pen anything without listening to this. Just wanna say thanks to @lloydbanks for the inspiration. This is hip hop holy grail to me.  
#hunger4more

10 years ago today this album dropped and it introduced me to what lyricism and wittiness with your words is. Safe to say I don’t pen anything without listening to this. Just wanna say thanks to @lloydbanks for the inspiration. This is hip hop holy grail to me.
#hunger4more

Reasons I’ve never posted a chick of mine on social media. #theyarenotloyal

Reasons I’ve never posted a chick of mine on social media. #theyarenotloyal