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I'm Lejon Mumford from Detroit Michgan. I'm 17 about to be 18 on Nov 28th. I love writing poetry and I actually started after my father passed away in December of 2006. I wrote a poem in his Obituary that i thought was really good, and it took me three months to write again and my baby inspired it in march when i wrote a poem about my father on the internet. It sparked a lot of comments on Facebook so i pretty much have been writing ever since. Although since then my writing abilities have grown and using my two favorite rappers (Eminem, Lupe) I have pulled inspiration from their lyrics time and time again. Oh and i really have gotten alot of inspiration out of Linkin Park also. When I write I'm able to become any one, which means it's a different point of view thus my name becomes Notion because I am a living concept or depiction of everything when I'm holding my pen.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

Your Brown Flesh's Depth



Hey listen brown skin, this title your wall
Unclimbable, dedicated to your extreme fall
before your feet work in unity under you
That’s why you keep tipping over, and swaying to the side
Because you wearing that coat like a cloak instead of pride

You use it to have a reason to say eff the world
You make it your reason to degrade our women before they can evolve from girls
You waste the time of those you know and care about because you don’t think brown skin can change like cream does
You wear those the symbols and trust the ones who keep you cold in this world
You keep wearing less and less showing the jewels on your backside and chest
You drink vanity with breakfast
You have drama for dinner
Eating our world from the center
You waste of my color
We could’ve gave that life to a more deserving brother or sister
But it’s you Ms. And Mr.
Black person
So breath life in yourself if know one else will
And be limitless
Jehovah didn’t give us air just to waste a breath


Hey listen brown skin, this title your wall
Unclimbable, dedicated to your extreme fall
before your feet work in unity under you
That’s why you keep tipping over, and swaying to the side
Because you wearing that coat like a cloak instead of pride
Turn that cloak inside out and wear your skin like it’s gold

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Losing Me


I keep looking at your smile
And seeing straight through it
Don’t feel my hand’s when I touch you
Because your skin is such a foreign instrument
It gets cold on my finger tips

Your smell I want to wrap myself in
So I have no choice but feel you around me
Because in these public places
The other foreign people surround me
And I’m slightly interested in smelling them

That intangible cord around our wrists
Seems to have ripped
From all the strenuous tugging towards me
I did for you, and It only stretched until
it did the opposite of what is was suppose too

And some how repels me from you
I feel like I’m pushing together the backs of magnets
But you, you tend to smile
I wonder how it feels
To not feel me

You know I often laugh at these events
I laugh at that person in the mirrors
And as for this person they call me
I regret to even look in the eyes
because this thing that I’ve become is so weak

And I just stare in awe,
Saying to myself that I loved for you
And in the process lost me