Jhene Aiko – Pretty Bird feat. Common (Freestyle) Bianca Alysse September 12, 2014 Arts & Entertainment, Poetry 7 Comments Lyrics Yes, this is all I have left in me Said, she had just, self expressed Herself to death, now nothing's left Nothingness She finessed it She the best And I said, and I said Pretty...
#TBT Pete Rock and CL Smooth – T.R.O.Y. (They Reminisce Over You) Bianca Alysse August 21, 2014 Arts & Entertainment, CREATIVELY DRIVEN, Music, Poetry 5 Comments I was raised by two amazing teenaged parents whom are 80's babies. My Papi is an incredible graffiti artist and my mother is an around the way girl. My appreciation for classic Hip Hop is elevated, as we are...
Marianne Williamson – Our Deepest Fear Bianca Alysse August 15, 2014 CREATIVELY DRIVEN, Poetry 4 Comments Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I...
Maya Angelou- Still I Rise Bianca Alysse August 10, 2014 CREATIVELY DRIVEN, Poetry 6 Comments You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause...
Limitations Bianca Alysse May 12, 2014 Poetry 1 Comment The world tries to conceptualize the "audacity" of modern women, as if women were supposed to forever walk this fine-instinctive line or stand watchfully behind. Society deems what is acceptable and...
Flawless Bianca Alysse March 24, 2014 CREATIVELY DRIVEN, Poetry Excerpt from "Flawless" We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller.We say to girls, "You can have ambition but not too much. You should aim to be successful but not too...
Invictus Bianca Alysse January 10, 2014 Poetry 4 Comments Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not...
….. Showers Bianca Alysse January 7, 2014 Poetry 4 Comments Time races forward at an excruciating slow rate. She clutches the now empty space. The numbness, it grows...it grows out of her body further than she'll ever know. Staring at the floor she hesitates to...