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With her she had some classses
Ok. . .ok. . .maybe just one class
But she saw her damn near everyday.
Her eyes always seemed to wander
Toward her general way.
Quite the crush had developed;
Within love she was enveloped.
She could of asked her right away,
But didn't have the guts.
If she peered a little left
And tilted her head correctly,
She could face the teacher, yet
Still watch her indirectly.
She was ever a distraction;
She couldn't even do the
Work that was handed to her. . .
All but three words she could say;
She didn't have the guts
Just a single moment needed
Yet many a moments passed.
While unrequited love grew deeper,
Quickly the years elapsed.
They thought their fears to be a crime
And made me write this sappy rhyme,
To warn you all this very day;
You'd better have the guts. . .
*Copyright 2007
Kierra got raped the other night
Her vagina is now ripped three centimeters deeper than her pain to prove it
It was so wide that it swallowed her smile
But
She can't smile to digest joy anymore since the walls of her womb are now covered with miscarried screams that were carried out on the echoes of her voice from that night
Her mother slept peacefully
Like a butterfly resting inside its cocoon, oblivious to the world around it
Because her father was still a caterpillar trying to eat at her leaf
He use to tell her she was as beautiful as a rose
And before that night she use to believe him
just like she use to tuck her hope behind the twinkle in her eyes
that her father use to say always shined like his little star he tucked under the covers
that night Kierra couldn't help but lay delicately
as her petals were plucked of their innocence
each time her father's thorny fingers touched the 12 years of her life
that she now wanted to wilt away
that she wanted to dig up from the roots and bury deeper than the incest that was inside her
She never went to bed thinking that in her wildest dreams her reality would become her worst nightmare
or
that her father would become the predator and she the prey
and
She prayed that night
After her father kissed her forehand
with lips that burned as bright as the devils heart
After he told her if she loved her mother she would never tell her about this
So with sickness in her stomach she prayed from her heart,
'now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
and if I die before I wake
I know that God really listens to me when I pray'
That was a conversation she had with God that she was never suppose to have
She wrapped her 12 years of life inside that prayer as if it were Jesus after being born in a manger,
picked it up with her tsunami tears and wanted to push it back inside her
Which would have been easy
since pieces of her father greased the path
All Kierra wanted to do now was be born again
Into another family because the laughs she heard from her father bounced off the hallway walls and vibrated hers so much that her vocal cords started to tingle with the question,
'why am I daddy's little girl?'
*Copyright 2008
You see I wanted to get to know yu mentally I wanted to know yur next move b4 yu knew what to do I wanted to be the cavity in your mouth that made yur teeth rot yu see I wanted to be yur sweet tooth as yu can see I was diggin yah swagg and I remember when we met and I was like damn she badd and that I wanted to be the girl on her right arm so I got yur number and i had texted yu one day but it never occurred lt yu that I was aj the girl yu met the other day that I couldve sworn took yur breath away but it seemed like yu were brushing me aside just texting yur lil heart a way giving me one word answers that usally makes me mad but I couldn't stop thinking damn she badd and I was most def still digging yah swagg I wanted to inject yur every thought into my veins so that when yu said I thought i'd finish yur sentences I wanted to insure yu that I would be here through thick and thin til the end no matter the time place or day I wanted to insure yu that
whatever way yu did yur hair was sexy becuz I wasn't Here for yur hair but for yur beautiful glare and the way the sun shined down at yur beautiful face and how yu smiled so beautifully when I said yur name a funny way yu see that made me smile in a beautiful way yu see when yu were happy I was happy and when yu were nappy well I was straight becuz yu were a beautiful black women and I was a crazy ass mutt stuck in a daze or maybe just a faze cuz yu see I had never felt this way about a girl like you GOD DAMN girl I was crazy for yu see I'd even take a shot for no not a bullet but a shot or two cuz I hadn't fallin in love with yu so I wasn't ju yet ready to die for yu but I'd most def ride for yu shit I'd even lie for yu oh no not lie to yu but if yu got into trouble wit that law I'd have an alabi for yu damn baby I think I'd even cry for yu yur swagg was just so rad and yur smile face and body was so damn bad it's remarkable that you'd even give the
time of day cuz yu see I was looking like a bum that day a pair of old sweats plain tee and some old ass sneaks and yet there yu were wit yur new brown uggs some nice ass denims and yur hollister hoodie wit rocawear jacket GOD DAMN baby here I go again getting all hot remnising about the day we met when I got all wet...behind the ear yes I was feeling yu and I sort of kinda got tingley inside whenever I mentioned you
*Copyright 2008
Dear GOD
Since yu gave yur only son to wash away our sins then where does the potgatory fit in
Dear GOD
If yur the only perfect one and yu sacrificed yur son to forgive our sins
Then were does the guilt trip begin
If yu dnt tithe ten percent
If yu fornicate
If yu dnt honor yur mother and father
Sin sin sin
Some of yur soliders Christians if yu may believe their goin to heaven yet they sin everyday
Their justifcations seem so odd when the sternly point the finger yes I know that I'm a sinner but surely yu must see that I am a Christian and I am save so reguardless god loves me
Why does the leader the pastor who's suppose to deliver yur word doesn't hear his own preaching doesn't practice his own teaching
If god is the only true savior then why do Allah jehovah and buddah exist why do men pray one day then slay the next then after their done their dirty work they wash their hands for yu
In the light of all failed marriages god what happens to the women who decides not to be a wife not to procreate rear a child by herself yet her sex life is great
Why do men easily yeild to temptation overwhelming enjoyin the sensation scream yur name during orgasms
Oh my god
Ohh my god
O oh.. . Ohh.hh my. . .god
Is that a sin
What if he repents then does it again
Dear god if no one can be perfect then why do we strive for perfection if everyone sins and no one ever wins does that mean close enough is good enough to enter the gates of heaven
Back to the guilt trip lord why should one worry if all one has to do is confess with their mouth and believe in their heart then wait for the day they'll see yu
Is their a back door for atheist to creep through
We were taught to believe that because of our sins that one day this world will come to and end
If that's true then
Dear god
The last question is why did life ever begin
*Copyright 2007
As i sit here listening to yu breathe im wondering if yur dreamin of me
or if yur havin a nightmare were after yu get REALLY REALLY scared i come and protect yu wondering if the dream i will have later will be of yu wondering
if when yu recited yur poem and 1+1 = someone if that someone was me
yu see i wanted to knw that if 1+1 didnt equal 2 did it equal me
and yes i knw yu wrote that poem bfore we met but i kno yuv heard of that funny lil thing called fate and how it works in its mysterious ways and yu see i believe
in fate and i believe that it lead me to yu someone who i believe is
TRULY TRULY special someon i could have an unconditional love a love so true that the orange flame buring inside the two never turned blue
yu see the way yu smiled was soooOooOoO damn lovely so i would do anything
possible to make yu smile becuz yu see i wanted yu to be mine becuz i felt as though yu could be, be the best damn thing thats ever happened to me
so now as i come to the closing of my eyes becuz yu see i didnt
plan to hang up but i was closin my eyes now and i couldnt wait til
the morning when we awoke so i could read yu my future love....breathing
*Copyright 2008
Whatever happen to?
Whatever happen to the good ole music
Like the jill scotts the music soulchilds or the fugees
or whatever happen to taking a long walk around the park after dark or if I wouldve knew the girl next door would have been yu yu wouldve been my sweet lady
See these young artist don't take the time to think all they worried about is baby can I buy yu a drink
All these girls out here getting loose an these niggas getting down on the ground and these young men walkin around sayin how there so hood an how they were their pants below there waist and the Neva dance when there in that place cuz yu and yur mans plannin to hate
Back in the day they weren't concerned about people hatin wasn't worried about the bar tender or girls coming frm wall to wall
Whateva happen to someone callin 911 or when yu love someone yu just dnt treat them bad do yu not realize as the richer is getting richer the poorer is getting poorer
Oh maria maria I wanna know an do all of the things yur man won't do
See even mary j was jus fine fine fine fine see at the time my mind was tellin me no but it body my body was tellin me yes girl
And what it was tellin me was that I anit no joke and how I slam the mic when Im done to make sure it's broke to make sure what I leave behind not only an applaudin crowd but a peice of my mind cuz in my mind I'll always be his lady
Fab is now sayin how much he wants yu to be his b.a.b.y the music industrie is now crazy yu got guys suffocatin cuz yur touchin them and young girls don't be scared to leave the house becuz as India Arie once said yu are not yur hair so dnt run away love becuz no one seems to like yu
And guess what lil Wayne we dnt care that yu kissed yur daddy shoot some of us kiss our daddy every damn day yu got men worried about their daughters walking around lickin a lollipop becuz of yu
Why couldn't thier music jus make it like trey songz or whatever happen to relatin to the music by Is it's genre such as rnb hip hop and rap now a days we relate to the music by the color of yur skin I feel the same as nas but only one exception that I not only think hip hop died but music itself is dead
Yu got girls that are ten out here shakin their tambourine like a pom pom when they should be out here being what they wanna be if only they worked hard at it but instead they rather jus google me baby and if yu were ever thirsty they'll make it ran over there
Why couldn't these new comers be more like neyo trey songz or raheem devaughn wait did I forget to mention lyfe jus cuz they brutha was in jail doesn't mean he can't make anotha record deal
Let's go back matter of fact let me take yu way back to the oldies like the temptations the four tops smokey Robinson gladys knight the pips the jackson five see I could go on and on naming the artist and groups but wait what about the songs
Cuz I know yu wanna leave me but I refuse to let yu go...go home cuz yu see im not done yet
R Kelly is the worlds greatest I think not whateva happen to the king of pop jus cuz his hue change yu guys decided to stop and I dnt mean all of y'all but the ones who took his picture of their wall and yeah I know how all of yu still watch thriller and how the sound of it makes yu quiver but did yu forget that yu got it yu got it bad that burning sensation which leads to my final temptaion which leads to my dedication of what music used to be
So I guess now I got yu all thinkin thinkin the same thing I was thinkin as I listen to the radio 100.3 power 99 fm yes I know exactly what yur thinkin what yur think is why does my lip gloss pop why do I chicken noodle soup wit a soda on the side and why in the HELL do my vans look like sneakers these artist and their music now a days are killing me softly with their words killin me softly
someone tell me how did she get that on those jeans wearin a size 5 knowing the whole time she reallybwears a size 9 why does his shawty have to be like mine and if she's not a 10 then she's not classifed as fine what if she's a 3 then it's obvivous she's fine in my mind cuz I took the time to make her mine and now it's driving me out of my mind that yu make me happy this yu can bet
Now dnt get me wrong I do like some new songs by yu could never go wrong wit the lyrics to this song becuz have yu ever love someone so much yu thought you'd die givin so much yu tell it seems the only way tell me what to want and I will give it to yu
So now as I come to the conclusion yes yes I know sad to say but this poem has to end the only question left is were does this music END!!!!
*Copyright 2008
I call her wolverine cuz she got x-men
Ex men dat only drove her down a dead end
I dont know her but my poem is her best friend
I help her see thru the smoke like corrective lens
*Her first luv abused her verbally; Words cut
Her baby daddy abused her physically 2 she turned tough
That old negro better not pop back and turn up
She dont like the word nigga; Not black; Curse us
*She compliment me on my looks and tell me I'm a nice guy
Both of us lonely lookin up at the night sky
Lay on my imaginary therapy chair; She might cry
I take notes on how to treat a woman and write why-
*-these gurls is turnin dykes and dont like guys
We dog em out, bring em fleas, then they be in cat fights
They scrap 4 us, clap 4 us, hold packs 4 us
Some put money on our books and even take da rap 4 us
*I call her wolverine cuz she got x-men
Some gamed em 4 sex before they left them
Braggin and not caring how their lies would affect them
Smashin and not wearing protection bringin infection
*Many gurls cheat 4 revenge, when men make mistakes
Some chicks get enraged and cut em like a steak
Some burn our clothes; Some keep the grief deep inside
Some feel trapped and turn they back when sleep at our side
*Somewhere a woman waits up; Her man at the shaky-butts
a.k.a. the strip club...Forgets his ring and slips up
He gives ya - a pretty baby and leavu feelin ugly
She whisper, 'Wit this baggage my true love doesnt want me'
*I call her wolverine cuz she got x-men
Ex men who taught her valuable lessons
She learned the abc's of love from her X's
Class dismissed; Homey don't flunk when your the one being tested
_Poetic Breed
*Copyright 2009
