P.A.I.N.: People All Over In Need
P.A.I.N. (People Allover In Need) is a collection of poems from author Sincere StreetPoet that cannot be summed up in just one word. Divided into three parts, P.A.I.N. explores some of the mental and emotional roller coaster rides of life. In Part I: Love’s P.A.I.N., the author explores the wide spectrums of love, from the sheer joy and happiness of being in love (Flower, Dipped My Pen Part II) to the trials and tribulations of a troubled relationship(While You Were Out, Domestic Violence) to the finality of a love ending(Call 911/Divorce), we have all experienced one or more of these emotions at some point in our lives. Part II: Black P.A.I.N. offers audiences the authors thoughts and feeling as a young African American. From societal ills such as poverty, alcoholism, crime and single parent house holds (Lusting Liberation, The Way It Is), to self destruction within the African American community (Crab N------,Wake Up!!!!!!!!), to racism and oppression (W.H.I.T.E. M.A.N.), Sincere StreetPoet is honest, raw, and uncut with emotion in a plea for all Americans to examine themselves and unite together to heal their wounds. And finally in Part III: No more P.A.I..N. it’s the calm after the storm. The emotions and thoughts of a person who has learned to “Let It Go”, whether venting frustations (Kiss My —, Hate) or calling upon a higher power(Thank You Jesus), the author takes the audience to the point of being “Finally Free”.
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about?/in ass!/got a big baby bitching BLACK P.A.I.N. Call 911/Divorce can’t say can’t tell Crab Niggers daddy daddy’s danced devil is trying didn’t Dipped My Pen doesn’t Domestic Violence dumb nigga Fanny Granny feel fight fuck ghetto gonna gotta let hate He’s a test-a-lie heart I gotta hell keep kids Kiss My Ass kiss your ass!/got let it go listen live look Lusting for Liberation mama mama’s mind mother Murder All Niggers must’ve NEED Sincere StreetPoet needs to testify never know never sat nigga that’s misunderstood/why night pain and hurt sat and pondered say I don’t shining/you can’t steal shit soul steal my light/you Stop being dumb Stop the Hustle/Let stress it though/all stuck tell me what’s test-a-lie Testify testify The devil That’sjust there’s though/all that pain Unborn Children written UntitledUntitled up/stop walk want you niggers we’re what’s the meaning won’t wonder wouldn’t Yeah you’re young blood