Notnice Poet

Notnice Poet PoEtiC OuTLawS ✍️
Philosopher 🇸🇸
Psychologist 🇰🇪

“A Child With One Cloth Doesn't Follow Other Children To Play In The Rain.”🏃🙇
(2)

21/07/2025

“son! son, you've been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair and all the dark confusions of the soul - but so have we.

You found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them - but it has been this way with all men.

You have stumbled on in darkness, you've been pulled in opposite directions, you've faltered, you've missed the way, but, child, this is the Chronicle of the Earth.”

💯

18/07/2025

Hey There 👋👋👋Fahm😘
I'm Back.
I Mis se d Y'all🥰

22/05/2025

I'm proud of you family🫶🏾
Big shout out to my newest top fans! Kaflo Leek, Adeolah Yaro

19/05/2025

Goodnight Y'all
🥀🛌❣️
Kings & Queens👋

19/05/2025

Reality Is What Judges
The Value Of Things.😎

So painful✍️
18/05/2025

So painful✍️

HOY HACE 20 AÑOS QUE LLEGASTE A LA CASA DESPUÉS DEL COLEGIO…comiste a prisa, pues tenías que irte a tu actividad deportiva, subiste, te cambiaste y te pregunté: ¿Traes dinero ? Me dijiste - Siii - y solo me pediste 2 pesos para completar, corrías pues tu papá les darías raid, solo te dije -¡Dios te bendiga!.

Tu papá los dejó a ti y a tu hermano en el Boulevard y tomaron el camión para llegar. Esta vez fue diferente, pues tu hermano se quedó en “La Deportiva” y tú te fuiste al torneo que se realizaba de basquetbol, ahí se separaron.

Tus compañeros compartieron contigo, sonreías y participabas - eso me dijeron - Te vieron en la parada del camión para ir a dejar el discman que traías de Israel. Fuiste a casa de Israel, a dejarlos pero él no estaba, pero su mami te prestó 2 pesos para tu transporte, vio que caminaste rumbo a la parada del camión, y cerró la puerta y se metió a su casa.

Fue LA ÚLTIMA PERSONA QUE TE VIO 🥺…Yo te esperaba y no llegabas. Israel llegó a la casa y esperábamos juntos y no llegabas…La angustia 🥺 empezó y salimos los dos a buscarte. Nos encontramos con tu hermano y ya los tres, anduvimos por todos lados, nuestra larga búsqueda terminó a las 5 de la mañana.

A la 1 de la madrugada, fue cuando dimos a la casa de Nancy. Y supimos, que ahí estuviste, y que te prestaron dinero para el camión…Mi dolor creció, pues yo te pregunté que si traías dinero, y me dijiste que solo te faltaba 2 pesos. Revise tu ropa que te habías cambiado y en la chamarras dejaste el dinero, yo creo que creíste que lo habías agarrado.

Tu papá fue con los del transporte y le preguntó, ellos te reconocieron como usuaria frecuente, que te subes en ‘El Deportivo” PERO ESA NOCHE NO SUBISTE…¡Dios que dolor! 😭

En la segunda noche, observé una estrella ⭐️ fugaz en el horizonte, y el dolor 😫 creció enorme…A LOS 5 DÍAS una llamada nos advierte que unos “tipos” de una camioneta te agarran y te suben a la fuerza…

Ahora se CUMMPLEN 20 años que no te veo 🥺 que no sé de ti, que no hemos parado de preguntar y caminar, tocar puertas, y no hablan, no dicen nada…un silencio de complicidad de los corazones que saben y enmudecen. HIJA MÍA en casa hay UNA SILLA VACÍA, nuestros corazones están rotos, pero la esperanza de encontrarte en mí no muere…seguiremos buscándote, hasta que la vida nos lo permita, DIOS CON NOSOTROS…

Su nombre es Silvia Sánchez Viesca Ortiz, desapareció el 5 de noviembre del 2004….Si sabes algo, prometo confidencialidad y anonimato, marca el 8712054006 (Torreón Cohahuila).

Ortiz de Sanchez Viesca https://www.facebook.com/silviaelida?

17/05/2025

HIS EXCELLENCY🤝🥀

Ibrahim Traore Cleaning The Wound In Africans Heart,
He Smiled When He Saw The Worry On Citizens’ Face.
The Melting That Had Pulled Down Aorta Leaving Artery aside Seemed To Bunch Together When He Did,
Round Lines Bunching Around His Mouth.
It Made A Smile Look Better Than A Regular One Somehow,
Like It Took A Lot Of Work To Treat That Wound,
So If He Was Going To Smile,
It Had To Mean Something For The Effort.
He'd Closed It In His Own Way And Closed It Nice.
I Felt Relief Wrap Around Me.

Then The Old Invader Hurried Over And Grabbed My Face,
Her Strength Surprising For Such A Tiny Old Thing,
And Kissed Me Who's Healed,
Pressing Her Wet Old Lips Hard Against My Cheek.
She Was So Warm,
Her Hands On Mine And Her Lips Pressed Against My Cheek That I Was Surprised When I Realised I'd Welcome The Touch Of A Woman,
Those Dark And Evil Creatures That Had Caused So Many Nightmares.
It Stung And I Jumped.
The Old Woman Waddled Over With A Large Bible.
I Snarled And Snorted As I Shoved In The Peace Into My Heart With Just As Much Ferocity As I Could,
Trying To Decide What To Think.

My, His Excellency,
Stood Up And Headed For The Peace,
Peace That Led To The Steps We'd Climbed When We'd First Come In.
I Felt Sorry,
I Felt My Eyebrow Raise.
He Noticed My Suspicious Look And Moved His Eyes To His Feet,
Embarrassed.
His Unease Made Me Soften,
And Part Of Me Wanted To Let Him Go After Iddi Amin.

Notnice🥀
17th May 2025.✍️

16/05/2025

They Talk Of How I Was Captured.
I Talk Of How I Was Tortured.😎

16 MAY✊Our Motherland All Looked A Bit Like A Prisoner–of–war Camp In An Old Film. Except We Aren't Trying To Escape, We...
16/05/2025

16 MAY✊

Our Motherland All Looked A Bit Like A Prisoner–of–war Camp In An Old Film.
Except We Aren't Trying To Escape,
We're Trying To Get In.

My Leaders Are Violent Men.
If You Wrong Them
They'd Wrong You Right Back,
Wrong You All The Way To The Hospital.
They're Angry
But What For?

I Use To Think Of You Dr. Garang.🥰
Sometimes,
I Get Lost In The Web Of My Own Thoughts.

“I Was On The Side Of River Nile
And My Guts Were Heaving
And Writhing Like The Government
That Had Shot Citizens Shock,
Deader Than Mud.”

I Wanted To Be Dead,
Because I'd Killed Her,
My Mother🇸🇸
Who I Loved.
Burning In Its Own Way
And It Own Away.
Throwing Every Youth Into Struggle
In A Flourish Of Seething Hate.

Notnice Poet🥀
16 May 2025.

16/05/2025

Don't Watch Ya Time Out,
Many Are Watching, Definitely Gossiping Their Time Out.

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