Toy Stories" is a powerful and haunting poem that uses the metaphor of childhood toys—teddy bears and porcelain dolls—to represent the innocence of children who have been victims of human trafficking. The poem contrasts the way these "toys" should be cherished (placed on "high pedestals") with the horrific reality of how they are treated: displayed like "circus freaks," locked away, and silenced.

The narrative follows the aftermath of this trauma. While some survivors grow up, their "toy stories" remain untold or disbelieved. The poem critiques the systems and institutions (the "three branches," the handlers, those who play "Monopoly" with justice) that ignore evidence, protect perpetrators with "Get Out of Jail Free" cards, and neglect their duty to protect the innocent. This systemic failure leads to the ongoing suffering of survivors, who battle "insomnia, massive depression," and anxiety, often turning to substances to cope—a tragic attempt to "vanish" the pain of their stories. Ultimately, the recurring chorus serves as a unifying cry, reminding survivors they are not alone in their pain and placing the shame where it belongs: on the perpetrators and enablers, not the victims.

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Credits & Dedication

Written by: Black Pearl

Chorus Performed by: Black Rose Pearl

Published Under:

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Spectrum Wave Music Entertainment

In association with Rose Quartz Manifestos

Dedicated to:

The fight against human trafficking and the global campaign to save the children—all the children around the world.

Their stories deserve to be heard. Their innocence deserves to be protected.

American State Union Address:

for the people by the people

Black Pearl

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Copyright@2026

My fellow Americans,

Tonight, we are told this is a State of the Union address. But look closely. What you will see is not a report on the state of our people, but a parade of narcissism. It will be packed with a fascist, racist attitude that does not see you, does not hear you, and certainly does not represent you.

It is not about the people. It is not for the people. It is not by the people. It is about the decorations of a regime, propped up by lies, propaganda, and gaslighting. They want to convince us that what we are seeing with our own eyes is not real. But we are not fooled. We will not be gaslit any longer. We don't want to hear it anymore.

We are witnessing the slow demise of our democracy into a dictatorship. We see neighborhoods being tarnished, families torn apart, and people herded into concentration camps simply because they are not from the "right" side. This isn't a storyline from a Netflix documentary about the malicious presidents of the past—the Hardings, the Wilsons, the Jacksons who thought they alone built America. This is happening now, on our watch.

We must re-align our foundation. We are told to chant "America First." But I tell you now: America is God’s first. And in God we trust. That is not just a stamp on our currency; it is a covenant. Once that seal is placed, that is where our homage belongs. We must stop pretending we are a part of some alignment of power that serves only itself. Our discernment must come from a higher place.

FORCAST

Black Pearl

Precious Jam Gemstone

To surpass

Is the task.

Go ask Survival:

"How long

Is our road

On this lifespan?

Are we going to last?"

You better

Start giving...

Dame.

All in this together

How do you like the weather now?

It’s ashes

Until we all fall down

Do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

How could this be?

I thought we were living in modern luxury

Look at the economy

We still living in poverty

The priorities are getting envious

These liens are serious

We are now seeing the light

Because we are their

Fuckery

They are frauds

They should get a charge

They asking us to get job

But they never work hard

They need to get a life

While the supreme is in shambles,

The republic are gambling off our lives

The emperor

May not make bread for us

While our patriotic uncle

Has us on chokehold,

Which is time

For them to go

Geronim!

All into together

How you like the weather

All in this together

How is the weather now?

All in this together

How is the weather now?

Ashesx3

Until, we all fall down

You know the creator

Is the rain maker

, so all in together

Now

How you like the weather

Now,

Until we stand ground.

Until we stand firm on the ground

All in together now,

I wonder what the enemies are

planning now ?

It is time for us to engage

Turn onto the next page

The vital statics

Oh, Boy !

They are so

Ridiculous

As soon as ,

The new year's ball drop

There goes the

General pop

Those streets got hot

In the summer

Until the sweater weather

Which one of us got shot?

Get busty by some random cops

Look at the daily

Forcast

The economy is lacking

The bodies are still stacking

How ironic is that ?

Every time,

we see the daily forecast

The government take a past

Here comes enemies

They are like eyes of the storm

No one seems to be alarm

Our people in a body bags

Fail to mention

They are same ones spore

west hemisphere

What is the forecast?

For us

They gather us

It ashes

Until we fall down!

Are somehow landed allegedly

Like a bury treasures

Located at pocket watch

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