Author: TheRhymeRula 🔱✊🏾
You see words are my steezo or in other words my thing if you don't understand the lingo. I'll allow them to show you what goes on inside my mind. Living through poetry.
Holding a lifetime
Learn from scars They’re a reminder of painful mistakes Growth and transformationTowards a brighter place Leave a like if you’ve enjoyed this post. Also, hit the follow button so you can stay up to date with my future posts. I am because we are, that’s Ubuntu. As always, peace and keep it real.
Read More Holding a lifetimeDifferent devil’s in different levels
Breaking all records : “The Story of Racehorse Jockey Isaac Burns
Issac Murphy was born on April 16, 1861, as Isaac Burns on a farm near Frankfort, Kentucky to parents James Burn and a mother whose name is unknown. Murphy was a decorated jockey and was honored as the first American jockey elected to Racing’s Hall of Fame in Saratoga Springs, New York. He is one […]
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Stop being comfortable and proud of your ignorance. Quality questions are needed for quality answers. TheRhymeRula
Read More Every generationWrite to Find out
“When you’re writing, you’re trying to find out something which you don’t know. The whole language of writing for me is finding out what you don’t want to know, what you don’t want to find out. But something forces you to anyway.” -James Baldwin’s 1984 interview with Paris Review Words reveal a path to follow Exploring […]
Read More Write to Find outA Tale of Cobalt and Tears: The Brutal Reality of Congolese Cobalt Slave Labor
Background on the DCR Cobalt Situation The Democratic Republic of Congo is responsible for over 70% of the world’s supply of cobalt. Our smartphones, computers, and electric vehicles are all powered by it. Even though the DRC possesses more cobalt reserves than the rest of the planet, a “clean” cobalt supply chain from the country […]
Read More A Tale of Cobalt and Tears: The Brutal Reality of Congolese Cobalt Slave LaborThe Unseen Tears of a Young Cobalt Miner
The scorching morning sun beats down on me As I’m forced to toil away cobalt Its dust coats my lungs and impairs my vision And even if my sight isn’t 20/20 I can still see what I’m doing isn’t right For my growth I’m merely a young boy Yet, the rest of the world depends on […]
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capture the night
Once more upon a midnight dreary I feel as if my thoughts are dormant The cold empty symptom of lost wisdom Wandering through the deep darkness I look up at the sky Stars stab each other to make room In a crowded night sky, disconnecting the big dipper Contemplating as I walk, aware but jaded […]
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Real Free - Flowing Words 