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In My Own Little World I lie hidden underneath this mass ovations trickling high consumed within my own world a metaphor for an alibi I lie hidden underneath this mask identify a hidden past muddled confusion; a simile of failed accomplishments to be misunderstood in a world full of progress
To Dream is hope an infringement of life where as an inspired metaphor depleted a reason to grow \Is hope so dele in life that a dream is deferred upon the wish to succeed is only a dream \Is hope so denied that every me you try you trying, trying again to start all over again? \Is hope so bi er that your dreams are over looked because no one understood you?
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Hate Poem the narcissism in color an addic on quota of being lynched no one cares to pay a en on no one trust a basket case and as the color exists white sheets, black painted faces a mere reec on of being whipped nobodys perfect un l caught it is dicult to speculate the risk involved the general, values of this imposi on is irrela ve to pain A Man Crying Vicious white sheets hovering hoods in darkness bow admi edly speaking hate adamant controversy praising glory and \a burning body agile hanging from a tree crying murder
A Dream Deferred is hope an infringement of life where as an inspired metaphor depleted a reason to grow Is hope so dele in life that a dream is deferred upon the wish to succeed is only a dream Is hope so denied that every me you try you trying, trying again to start all over again? Is hope so bi er that your dreams are over looked because no one understood you? Is hope a simile to believe in all hope, life and maturity to succeed is hope the dream you believed that dream and it became true Hair is an Emblem my hair the imagery of me represen ng wigs that make me my hair the vulgar, hip style weave that others recognize the women in me my hair go natural go curly afro ts the need to be bold my hair
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one day long, the other day short or maybe one day I will wear it bald my hair is what makes me, my personality my hair is a status symbol to go freely I Pledge Elegance to Our Flag The thirteen stripes for valor the original colonies fought for red they died and white for peace the y one stars united we stand a trilogy to sustain one common belief for freedom, world peace and honor my allegiance to the American ag Day Hypo Full mom arisen sunlight dances between me full moon resending \My happiness at day break amending sleepy a dreams Memorial of Tony I wonder I always wondered where life is a er death my brother I bother to wonder is he safe in heaven what are his interest who are his friends there I wonder I always wondered
if he is ok with God if so if he could send a sign I wonder I always wondered how to make peace with him above to say I am sorry he is not with me I wonder I always wondered if I could trust his ambi ons to leave that he trusted God his soul alo in a be er place and will he wait for me I wondered always wondered, wondered, wondered Say My Name, Lover a word has so much meaning just call out my name and ask me again and tell me who it belongs to and repeat it over and over again just call out my name make it purr when you say it repeat it un l you mean what you say like you enjoy it connota on do not make me a pet name call out my real name un l you not want no other like you mean you need me I remind you of your mom we have the same name so do not forget the word in my name has poten al meaning it is not only a word it becomes a moratorium
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The Gospel Music I heard a song just the other day that made me feel the other way the song had sound the song had meaning it captured my heart le it just a bea ng the drums were so compelling it made my feet thump my hands clap my soul rejoiced I began to laugh the song was so good it moved me so much I had to play it again to reach my soul so gospel has it Daily Rou ne I awoke at ve the everyday rou ne I prepared for work I xed lunch, ate breakfast and rushed for trac I drove at 35 miles per hour a forty-ve minute drive to work I paced myself to my oce and coned to morning coee I read my email, the news and peddled to do work I greeted my students with a smile
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and at the end of day I met evening trac pacing myself home to study homework to eat dinner and go to bed my daily rou ne My Love I miss your touch the caress that made me smile gave me chills down my spine I miss the kiss that made me gasp the memory of your tender lips pressed warm against mine I miss your stare our eyes met as one whole the thought I felt true love I miss your empathy towards my immaturity that made me strong I miss saying our last good by enchanted, I sigh I love you Suicide Thoughts I do not like quiet my thoughts race of suicide it is my inability to conceive thoughts process, progress denial in quiet I lie s ll mor ed in frustra on I pop pills to inict pain so my body cries pain the pain that subsides in memory of being hurt I lie quiet s ll ll death becomes me inside
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quiet I hear voices chan ng in my mind at my moment of peace I lie s ll quite a moment of silence I dri in dreams of being far o not here in paradise I lie s ll quiet I lie s ll The Legacy we grew through sound at an early age popping the dance beats on the radio, through the streets words through mellow tunes a passages and a historic relic Mao legendary pop ar st the notes u er me I Have a Dream It is a world where technology was possible to every man \I once dreamed of human mobility \It is a world where educa on did not discriminate \Where the state of man was comparable \It is a world where health care is inevitable \I once dreamed of peace Have a Dream \I once dreamed of human evolu on \It is a world that created opportunity for man \Where equality of every man was probable \It is a world where we solved problems through minds not killing \Where is a world ridden of poverty \It is a world free of hatred and denial \A world free of sin
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On Being Black On Being Black As I pass by all the smears of betrayal As I stand you, clutch your bags in fear As I shop, you say I s ll As I greet you, you ask if it is a con game As I socialize, you think I am gay As I test in school, you wait for me to fail As I interview for a job, you check my background As I go to the doctor, you test for drugs As I pray at church, you say I am not religious As I speak, you are in disbelief As I achieve, I pose a threat As I willfully do, you monitor my strange behavior As I live day by day, you call the police As I try my best, you show I am inferior Crush How I love thee As enchanted as me passes You are forever in my memory \Through every sen ment sigh of retrieval Compassion expels happiness Valued in each kiss \I yearn for your warm caress Missing the sen mental token An epiphany of treasure unspoken \In cap vated by words of choice That persuade meaning In how I conceive you \My heart thrust compassion Consumed in lust In dire need of every mood
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\My soul craves harmony In unity of a companion Who cares for me \Failing to meet your desires You beat me with your st You curse me with your anger You train my mind to obey I cannot handle my fate Before I lie dead in your possession Poor Volvo No Venire Des pies de venire Hacky ulna pregunta Espier venire Faith May your soul be lled with Gods wisdom To become an appren ce of faith May your heart be touched by nature, To live by Gods words of hope To encourage others to be followers of God Where hate is abandoned in fear of God To be a protectorate from evil To defend the belief of the Church Where young minds can understand Gods leadership For religious purposes of a spiritual creed That defends the na on against wrongful deeds of hate Where fate in God leadership to promote world peace May God protect the female holy veil for equality Open her eyes, Open her soul to the covenant of God May men be teachers, May men be leaders, May men be role models Of the family, Of the community, Of the church May man think of Church as an audacity of hope of the family To an cipate the love and guidance of social freedoms May God guide me from sin, As I live this journal to heaven.
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Disappear Im gone disappear Vanish in the clear Float on a breeze Glide over countries with ease I have the slightest of anything But the challenge...the uncertainty is so bi er-sweet, so en cing Hopefully, Ill nd what has been calling me My hearing full of water and my peripheral clouded, and I just cant see I know its great, it has to be, to call to me for ages Through puberty, through yearnings, and through love, the sound of the call has never faded. Its not easy Believe me to leave known precious and stable fruits, in search of my own unknown fruits and treasures Will my experience or my educa on qualify me? Will they measure? Will arithme c calculate the steps it takes to lead my parched body to the purest of streams? My thirst unbearable. Where I see thousands of ripples of coolness and shimmering sparkles as they beckon and reach for me, yet madness is my dream Maybe my light will shine And maybe...just maybe, Ill follow this me Ill never know when my calling will cease to call, whether the me is far or near all I know is, Im gone disappear. The Children The faces in the picture smile Hurt shines in their eyes Pain and agony hidden deep
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Years of regret kept secret A true story that is never told The past hidden so well Hearts that cried each day With no protec on from the hate Tiptoeing on broken glass While trying to stay invisible The Search for Truth When was the last me...? Our big, black st grappled over the fear of losing something, something... s ll the pendulums of me scan ly ings sand. The mes con nue. When was the last me... \Our strong scarlet red groped for the apathy of losing something, something... yet, s ll the drums pound from the desserts of Africa at Verba m? And are not herd. When was the last me... \Our feeble minds and our weak souls had spoken distorted truths about our peoples past and of who are and what we believe fatefully. Oh... how the soul parts. Amore, Prayer of Succession Once more, Give me the chance to follow And Ill let Him lead. Break me from my faith And Ill en ce you with his words Withdraw me from pride I will tender you with kindness
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Forbade me from all truths my mind will forbade you to induce For Almighty God, is the precursor of succession. America Prosperity Like a turtle in its hollow shell Like a bird scoring over the heavens My soul wants to escape into hopes and dreams in a journey away from sin I will never be alone I will never be alone I will run with your love, God, Leading the way from sin and I shall follow, You understand, your presence means a lot to me. America Speaks I remember my struggle defending who I am I felt all alone, with no purpose You made me faithful with your heart and your love, all-powerful God you entered my soul and made me whole in my sickly mind, your Spirit prepares me for the future, I rejoice for you to judge my life with the lives of others, your Spirit faithfully reigns over the world.
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Walking with God I will be there to the end. O Lord Because you were there for me in My mes of needs You protected me, guided me Raised me from sin in your honor You drew me near to love tall in nature of you recrea on let me be redeemed eternally with your permission I will rise I will shine in your presence, O Lord I will be there to the end. American Patrio sm Faith... is enveloped in aspiring dreams through fate alone; a purpose a republic commi ed to principles... Which ques on fear? Democracy guidance... For a government - to call to freedom Ask for Trust in which the government stands for the cons tu on speaks of holy guidance.
What a Word Implies Civil Rights are when... \A word is a symbol that can be used out of context. To dene a word is to emphasize meaning. \A word can be a metaphor or simile or a gesture. A word can be used to describe.
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\The ghts for equality means equal access. To dene equality means to inherit opportunity: Opportunity to value a good educa on. \Opportunity to have a good founda on. Opportunity to have the freedom once denied. \Such words display hatred and degrada on. We should not call each other a Niger. The Legacy Con nues One day African Americans Will become Physician Assistants \One day Coloreds Will become Teachers \One day Negros Will become poli cians and school Administrators \A Promise that one day Black people Will be noted later for their level of success Prayer Never been on drugs Never done weed Never got drunk Never had extract Never been to prison Never been with a man Nor Women the tempta on Never exists 40 and a virgin Never had kids Never wanted an abor on Never had sinned
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Never has stolen Never has cheated Never got chased To live in paranoia One thing I ever wanted Is to live in prayer Pray for a Reason Pray, say a prayer Pray for the light of God To shine, shine through you It does not ma er who or what you are Just thank heaven for life And another life, a life, Express your song, just pray Pray for the reason the good granted by God Pray, say a prayer for your condi on To shine, shine through you a plan To give love, to share love, the meaning of love Just pray, say a prayer Prayer for the light of God To come through to you It does not ma er if you are not good enough Praise, thank heaven for life you live Pray, just pray and pray again for a chance Live it over and over, to pray Pray a song of light My Soul All the years of suering that happened and my life my soul stays strong and helps me ght the good ght. Free to wonder like the wind thats tell god comes and free us from sin. Only your soul knows who you really are Couse
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you are it and your body is a shell holding it and.it doesnt ma er what things you have most seal there soul to on the things they have. Are souls are here to see how much we can bear the pain. Tell the lord comes to see us again. A true test of me how long will we last I ask? Four ever Couse a life lost is a life reborn Love love is wonderful love is sweet love cannot be beat ones youre in love its forever in your heart it is like the summer sky in the night is like music to your heart it makes your heart quiver it makes your shiver all over it will take your breath away love is so wonderful love. When you nd that one When you nd that one you know thats the one when you nd that one you feel it in your heart when you nd that one your heart quivers like a chill when you nd that one its always and forever when you nd that one you wont let that sh go when you nd that one hold on and dont let go un l death do you part its that love you know it so when you nd that one always hold that soul mate close to your heart because your heart and the one above sent that one true love to you.
Poem The world is a quilt and each patch is a nation Bound by a thread since the days of creation Adorned with great color and radiant splendor Though divided by race and religion and gender
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In some eyes, it is handsome, in others canto rated The patches are different, unmatched and unsorted Incongruous in pattern, in shape and in color Not one is much similar to any other So some try to imagine one great design But in truth our uniqueness is really just ne Nations and patches of all kinds and all sorts Customs, religions, languages, sports This is okay if each patch has its space And on the quilt of the world, each nation has its place But the stitches that bind us are easily shed By the wars that are fought and the words that are said We must realize the appearance of no patch is inferior And the ways of no nation can make it superior Divided by oceans, united by a dream The world is a quilt and our love is its seam
Blacks in American History Old age has caught up on me Where wisdom is patiently counting dawn Who am I? Am I the person who bathed you, played with you and read you bed time stories until the wee hours of the night? Am I the person who coached you and supported you through your journey? Others see me as bitter and cold. And aint I an American? Who am I? Am I the one that cooked you dinner and cleaned the house while you were away? Am I the one that nursed you while you were sick? Am I the one who obeyed orders and completed good deeds? Others nd me helpless. And aint I an American? Who am I? Was I your right hand man that made sure everything was in order? Was I the one who followed orders and went beyond call and duty? Was I the one who went beyond adversity? Others nd my faults.
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And aint I an American? Who am I? Am I the one to respond to duty? It is my patronage to follow and protect and test the waters while others cannot. Others dont respect this. And aint I an American? Who am I? Am I the one God made strong enough to follow in His path in this journey to be heard? I am an auntie. I am a child. I am a teacher. I am a soldier. I am a child of God. And aint I an American? I walk like I am disabled There is a monkey on my back I carry the load of intolerance I may be used I may be abused I have been lied on I have been beaten I may be lonely I may be seduced And my prayers and dreams Shattered the truth But I am still here American pursues a state of war that affected the lives of the people. The war satin has changed this nation. Let support innovative solutions to our problems: Lets nd solution to not end what we need such as social security and Medicare. Let us raise the bar on healthcare that will help everyone. Lets not increase the debt ceiling. Lets educate to create insight and occupational skills for jobs tomorrow Lets create technology to invent itself Lets let research create venues for a healthy state Lets not make our imports maximize our outposts Lets create jobs in the US where we can become external consumers of trade
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Lets determine the differences between religion and morality to challenge issues such as laws for gays, abortion, civil rights, and immigration Lets make history. Lets get our nation back on track.
Four Colored Girls, I cry many tears of endearment Many sleepless nights I speak loudly in anger Bitter harsh feelings of denial Confusion asking for respect When emotions lost its meaning I cry many tears of rejection Their words speak louder than words I whisper, I whisper, I whisper words of wisdom A freedom of expression Pondering in fear I cry many years for forgiveness I have wrongfully sinned I pray for the strength to protect my soul For my fate to determine its keeper Womans Voice: Happiness is joy. Being able to share laughter at your faults that are both embarrassing and demeaning. It means to come to realization that God made humans that a couple has the ability to mess up. It means to confront with each others insecurities to admit to your faults when you are wrong and praise glory when you are right. Happiness means to accept each others feelings to trust
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them. Happiness means to let your fate grow as whole. Mans Conscious: I wanted to confront you. It had been something I held within for some time. I ask why I feel alone when we are a couple. I want you to understand I miss the ways things went. Now, I feel hurt in my heart. You come along with a different personality. My child died and I feel things are different. We do not hang out the way we use to. We do not talk like we used to and sex is not the same. I feel why we cant talk this out. If you lost all reason for what we have I must leave. Womans Voice: Sadness is silence. To allow your feelings to express anger. It is to feel anger is not in control. Where dramatic outburst come from the heart asking to be forgiven. It is the ability to cry out outburst for forgiveness to acknowledge your feelings are heard. To cry is to say words you wanted to say and to feel the things you could not feel alone. Mans Conscious: Your ability to not love is my inability to trust you. How can I allow us to grow when we distance ourselves? I feel you do not want me to trust you after your child died, because, you shut me out when I am trying to cope with him not being around. There is a line between us, between fate and faith. If we are both willing to make this choice, we must both be willing to walk the distance together. The words we choose not to say, is what we fail in this relationship. Womans Voice: If you are the man I thought you were, the man I fell in love with, I need you let me to love you. Mans Voice: I want to be a man. I am a man. As I reach this rite of passage, I need you to be there cheering me on as my partner in life. Silenceas the couple held each other and stared in each other eyes in silence.
To My Unborn Girl: Sorry I disrespected you. All the times I lived longing for your daddy to step up to the plate, longing for your daddy to step up to the plate, longing for your daddy to step up to the plate to claim you. Boy: For I did not know of our Godly creation .Our baby is our own
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salvation. Girl: Instead I saved you from the agony and distress before you were born into poverty, abandonment and denial. I protected you from neglect. Boy: It is what I thought she wanted. It is about me. It is what only she understands. Girl: And when I inhaled life, I felt the taste of your breath when I aborted you. I feel the selsh pain of guilt that I betrayed you. I betrayed your father. I betrayed God. Boy: It has always about me what she thought she wanted to have in life. Girl: I could not support you as a single mom. Boy: I wanted us to grow together through fate to face rejection from ignorance and betrayal. I wanted to be a daddy. Girl: I wanted your daddy to be a daddy. Boy: But so she kept you a secret. I am sorry for her decision was nal without much thought not knowing the inevitable of one day seeing our child achieve. Girl: I chose this path, to have an abortion, without reason but with just cause. And if I see purpose through reasoning, wanting to tell your daddy the secret that lies within me, our souls will be redeemed. Many tears, many tears, many tears; I cry.
Moral Obligation I am an apprentice by faith, And God is the master of wisdom. Our covenant is the fellowship of passage, Redeemed by His Holy Spirit. I am a journey man by fate, And God is the temperament. Our convocation is through prayer; Humbled by His image.
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I Believe, Sometimes the greatest struggle Is to nd peace of mind Sometime the mind goes astray Only to nd its way back to God Teach me to crawl before I walk Every step to heaven So that Im born a revived Christian Rising higher and higher to Gods glory I rst knew God when troubled Then again when found Now I believe what glorious sight I accept Jesus Now I believe Oh I believe in the mercy of the Lord He delivered me from evil To praise His holy word Oh I believe in the mercy of the Lord I believe that I am saved I believe that I am saved I believe in the healing powers form sin I am humbled by the Lord I am stronger by His ways Oh I believe Yes I believe Oh I believe Yes I believe God I am thankful For the gift of life You alone have bless me I thank you for giving me spiritual growth To grow by the ability to love Oh, yes, I believe
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Tennyson The freezing shattering mist Brought Cold Chills Of heavy Hallow Winds Yodeling death
2 B Luvd 2B Is 2 luv Yr own. 2 have Is 2 luv Whats known? 2 luvs Is a kind act 2 have shown. 2 live Is to luv Not 2 b alone.
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2 luvs Is to b N luv.
Playing Basketball I like to dribble Making the ball spin, Up and down the court, Im in for the win. Right guard vault Twist and turn offence Defensively in opposition Every team players defense. Got momentum Got a way to score Out for that extra point Its game four. The game is in opposition Dysfunctional moves The product of geometry Puts the game in move. Across the court Getting into action An active team Watch your reaction.
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Venelle My poem travels through time Its meaning is a math equation Its contour is a painting My poem has a journey It speaks its voice heard Through epitaph of reason My poem is a scroll It has many ordained laws Its voice is a religious sound My poem is a manmade river It shares common ground Its system relies on wording My poem is a eulogy of thought Its passage has character Whose pretense relies on actors? My poem is overwhelming Too much to represent All within time My poem is heaven sent
Shallow Reign A narcissist is true To girding thoughts. He reaches beyond To nd his place Will never get very far.
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Persona I am clean as a whip My workplace reects my room My room is roomy place A to do list of chores My laundry bent over the couch Hangers loosed on the hang of trash My shoes in organized piles My bed covers in rufes Just stuff scattered on my desk Makeup smudged on dresser Lingerie stuffed in clambered dwars My workplace is not a reection of my room All tidy kept away is my secret
Controversy I feel the pain Deeper and deeper It is not the same My soul is its keeper. I want to succeed The ght is my ight If only to proceed You are always right.
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Sickness in my head You are a user Heartened expected Lead me on bruiser. I am out Out, out.
Repass The powerful are justied The weak are humbled The poor have wisdom The lonely consumed in wealth The sad are convicted The insane are frightened The mad are victims The worrisome are impulsive Society is dysfunctional
Hypo Sunrise lifts above Peaking, searching for life Rays shine through heaven
Fallen I set to waited Yearning for you to caller You were delated Folded time fallen Advanced passes
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Hollered and rolled Time goes on lessons Looken at confesses Looks kept on guesses
An Eagle A whisk of wind whips Soaring, gliding, wings sailing Trailing over the horizon Looking down on its prey Keen eyes on looking onward Wings a brisk selling downward Towards the bottomless pit Savoring the vegetation It devoured a slimy, icky worm.
On Rhyme Give me a minute As I compose this rhyme Until the poem is nished If youve got the time. I have been writing lyrics At a drop of a dime Thinking of a rhyme scheme Written ne. Written as it so seems So tell me what I mean.
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Imagery Coffee grounds shuttered Herbal scent of as the aroma Perked hot fuses of Mildew titter tatting Downstream pouring Heavily molin drops into a Small silver metal kettle
Figuratively Speechless He, he, he HIs eyes shined like diamonds His body was hard as a rock His dress represented his demeanor His speech had much personality His attitude was the embodiment of skills He, he, he He had class He had repeal
Missing I miss all the times we shared I miss youve shown you cared I miss how true you are I miss because you are kind I miss you because you make me laugh I miss you when I am sad I miss you are indeed so grand
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Temperament Words you choose to say Deception in disguise Yet you fail to understand Saddened by untrue lies You have mistaken me for someone else I felt you should have gotten to know, Who and what I truly represent. If you took the time to know me Then you would see That I am a child of God Yes, it is really me And what I perceive to be.
II A Hugh of dark mist Channels clouds into clusters High above the heavens Gods hands clap To justify reason A beam of light strikes Unto earths sufce Pellets of humid dew dance Hurdling unto earths crust As God is its witness The death toll has no mercy
III It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, It was the age of wisdom; it was the age of foolishness, It was the epoch of belief; it was the epoch of incredulity,
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It was the season of Light; it was the season of Darkness, It was the spring of hope; it was the winter of despair, We had everything before us; we had nothing before us, We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct The other way--in short, the period was so far like the present Period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its Being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree Of comparison only.
IV The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six oclock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
Sonnet V Who is the fairest of thy all? For all thy beauty I am not worthy Let our love be true the test of times For what left to all are we left to prove? Exons desire passion trove Virtue is in prism for goodness show To defeat all reason love to grow
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Gaze deep inside my heart To see the sunshine over the bank Natures call to fertility As the planets move I dare not say How fair love be fair game All serenity will justify time
VI Let not our marriage fold To admit virtue is a bond to mold The fabrication of deceit and lies Will not defeat purpose and all reason Unity is our foundation Through the just of times To overcome the fear of doom Let temperament be our canvass to longevity To bear reason to gender fault For love is a pendulum testing time
VII Deep down in the heart of me There is something disturbing inside The image in ME must conde Miss Notion not to be My heart is yours You carry my soul You carry my soul You carry my soul To serenity, to love, to unfold My heart is yours Forever to console My heart is yours
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I am broken for our love It gures our emotions would distant Our feelings no longer consistent Leaving it up to God above VIII Love will never end I would make your dreams become true Only if you would want me to If your dream were to travel I would sail around the world To the depth of the ocean We would enjoy the ride If your dream were to ght for life I would challenge death To console your soul with prayer To do what is right If your dream were to be rich I would empower your self esteem And be an anchor to your dream If your dream were to be a soldier I would be your Sargent at arms Protecting you from your enemy Guiding you from harm If you dream were to nd fame I would attract popularity With gainful employment With fame and popularity the same If your dream were to nd peace I would give you my soul We would be in this together Through rich or through poor If your dream were to nd charity I would give you my heart Or love would be forever
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From sickness and health do we part? If I could answer your prayer I would give you my faith Through all hope Love will give or take If man can dream I would be your counterpart To love, to hold, to Cherish Forever love, forever love, forever love XO, XO, XO, XO VIIII Every morning I hear the cry Rested amongst sleep at 5 a.m. Mourning the last cry of symmetry Past the days routine to return To the same cry of warning Debts survival of union within ones cult To break in silence The dog ate my cat. X Trees coveted the dirt rock road With the scent of pine The long ridden trail to a familiar road Snow covered trough hinted winter has arrived The coyote has gone to rest in his cave Wild hunting season is bountiful Altered smoke lls the sky from farmhouse chimneys Fish has gone for vegetation surrounding the frozen lake Long I wait tile day is once dawn I sleep for now I dream
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Stood Up The Beginning A sigh of reprisal was an ambivalent cry My aching heart dispels anger of being told no Over and over again - the denial The Middle Longing for your acknowledgement To be accepted into your realm of social life I wait for your arrival to return my soul you took The End With every word lost in speech I yearn to express the pain my heart feels To not be loved by you
The Cult Locked up Ingrate minds Neglected by their peers Just a matter of time Papa dont claim him Mamma cant save him Bargain with his own life Just a matter of time Ill doctrine lessons off the street Idle minds dwindles about their peeps Money laundering swindles of what to keep Just a matter of time Hustling cash on the dime
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Got to get paid, got to get mine Took another life an innocent child Just a matter of time Battling lifes struggle Gang bangers style Hope I live to see 21 Just a matter of time
Holy Spirit The silent stillness of quiet hem; is a supple grace of the holy spirit. As the Holy Ghost is at service to my soul. To consume salvation; to alter death; where angels rise and shadows rest. And as the day ends And gospel fades A prayer inhibits a familiar beginning.
The Negara Saga of a Ghetto Queen harassment and denial from opposing religions to either unk her out
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or to face rational decisions drive bays, car bombs, and parents threats the unreachable child had many regrets angry crowds knock out car windows vengeful gangs kicked in doors all against one student from reaching her educational goals God would not judge her but grant her creed
Cancer Cell pneumonia rst called its name within the walls of a cell. Blinded pneumonia, carrier of disease that roamed an ill virus through various blood cells. Horric pneumonia, spectra merging through cellular walls. A sickly virus from a destructive cold. Mania pneumonia that marked itself in place a lymph node a cold, ill place where bacteria roams to claim cancer. A pneumonia cell that spreads word to other enzymes cancer has claimed a host called death. Death has no age limit.
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Vegas Dreams (Spoken Word) Out of Vegas, the city that never sleeps, where anything is possible. That dreams are made of what inspires you. I am from what is honorably known as the West side in Vegas. My hood is home of the Crip. Some know it as the ghetto where many fear to be seen. My hood comes from where you dont know how to act of the middle class - administrators, senators, educators, athletes, police ofcers, gang members, pedal pushers, drug addicts, erotica and the sons and daughters of future Crip. The west side is afuently known for black settlement in Vegas of the sixties. It is the home of the Moulin Rouge where only the black stars had facilitation for entertainment and where they were housed in its hotel. Vegas the home of the north town blood. Vegas home of the south side Crip. It is all about zones. What comes from the hood stays in the hood. The west side is a family raised in a village. It is the doctrine of faith and value stood. The west side is a community of faith where everyone knows his place, knows where he comes from, knows how to speak and give back to the place of residence. No relations to drive bays, gang bangers, homicides. It is a unity of peace and love with who you identify with. Home of the high dropout rate because youth can earn as much doing service without a degree. Home of where schools were not desegregated until after 1978. Home of high teenage pregnancy rate, where baby momma drama is a concern. Home where jail bait was 15 years adult. Home where curfew was at 1 AM in the morning. Home of the block parties where kids hung out in the street late nights to roam during the summers. Home where athletes were not educated and could not read after high school. Home where players had to be from another country or mixed to be popular on the team. Home where drug dealers can earn 30 grand selling drugs off the street. Home where prisons hold the abundant youth due to social poverty. Home where there is much fear of disaster. Home where there is much love. Home where a college degree can mean something to the development of the community and must not be taken for granted.
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Baby Momma Drama It takes two to make a child in desolate of ignorant minds that led a child to conceive a baby
worried about being caught vowed through deception from an under aged teenager
a baby momma drama how old, old enough to conceal child inadequate mask
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whose child does not know who their mother truly is?
Judgment a fatal cry of deception morally advised Neglected by each emulated touch fondling dreams of anger lie inside Hazy, vivid memory growing young in his possession
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Stereotypes Stereotypes, is that a gesture? Are you entitled to pass judgment based on preconceived thoughts? Is the circulation of thoughts based on rumors? Do you judge because you do not care to understand my position? Is it because you never got to know me and do not care? Can you really tell by rst impression that I am different? Is it my outward appearance, you base judgment that I t those stereo types? Can you tell by looking at me, what you do not like about me? Is it my outward appearance you hesitate to retaliate towards? Must we bargain with a liturgy? Is it something I said that youre against? Is it over something someone said about me that has got you all red up? Did I not follow through based on your ideology of reasoning that frustrated you? Is it right to judge, because of how I acted out that you must try to change to your preferences? Shall I admit something is wrong with me? How does one respond to stereotypes? I am who I am.
To Love one to love is to embody emotion to penetrate deep down in your soul. It is the emotion to love oneself; because one must love oneself in order to allow others to love you. Love is feeling of greatness that you place God above oneself; because God it the gatekeeper of your soul. Are you feeling me? Loving one means you are blessed that you feel good about yourself and you are doing right by God. Loving one means that you have an attitude of pride. You represent that feeling of revelation that you have reached redemption of the mind, body and
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soul. The way you carry yourself is how others will judge you. Love God, love life and love one. Faith May your soul be lled with Gods wisdom To become an apprentice of faith May your heart be touched by nature, To live by Gods words of hope To encourage others to be followers of God May spiritual education open the door to a closed mind, To not be perturbed of evil To become enriched in fate to guide the blind So he too may seek holy spiritual freedom Become a PR actioner of faith Where hate is abandoned in fear of God To be a protectorate from evil To defend the belief of the Church Where young minds can understand Gods leadership For religious purposes of a spiritual creed
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That defends the nation against wrongful deeds of hate Where fate in God leadership to promote world peace May God protect the female holy veil for equality Open her eyes, Open her soul to the covenant of God May men be teachers May men be leaders May men be role models Of the family Of the community Of the church May man think of Church as an audacity of hope of the family To anticipate the love and guidance of social freedoms God is my Shepard I shall not want As I walk through the valley of re I shall fear no evil God is my temperament May I profess the faith God gave me I believe he is the deliverer of my fate May God guide me from sin As I live this journal to heaven.
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A Time Remised Confusion Doubt Emotionally stressed Venerable inherit Painfully assist Damper horizon Moderately sensed Modied solution Dangerously ad missed Tranquil upset Fervently blessed Inhale jeopardy Externally confessed An imagery, a concept Figuratively obsessed A silent memorial A gesture remised
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A time remised A time remised A time remised A time remised A time remised (silence) Im out
Our Love How I love thee As enchanted as time passes You are forever in my memory Through every sentiment sigh of retrieval Compassion expels happiness Valued in each kiss I yearn for your warm caress Missing the sentimental token An epiphany of treasure unspoken In captivated by words of choice That persuade meaning
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In how I conceive you My heart thrust compassion Consumed in lust In dire need of every mood My soul craves harmony In unity of a companion Who cares for me Failing to meet your desires You beat me with your st You curse me with your anger You train my mind to obey I cannot handle my fate Before I lie dead in your possession
Forsaken Written by, Angela Khristin Brown I We have been taken as an enemy of all In prison our ability to communicate with God We have mistaken our old tired lies Creating fear within our delicate skin
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II Drugged addicts holding us back Alienating a rafters dark steps The ghettos furious life sentence Devious of the calm waters III We entrap our minds in dissolute times An image of a storm perturbs warm waters A roots bough underneath the soils foil A shadows emerges a hallow path IV To taste its breath of poisons air Hovering silence embrace for peace Times client is an admissive stare Ghostly hands deplete death entrapment V Ghastly sign of escape of insanity Trying to vacate his unsought welcome The river trails defeat and dele voices behind His huge plow hands hold in singes of dirt VI His back hold gashes of violet sups of blood His heart meditates for a savior The dark night encloses desire to be free Lord, grant me strength
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Perilous dreams deferred Envious puppets emulate denial If tears could speak It speaks of fear VII Align the dark shores To compromise life in deception Hammering light conspiracy To position for failure VIII A quilt made of old tired jeans A sewn patch from each generation A coveted patch woven in gayety A smoldering vintage kept hot VIIII And in the middle of the day We would all exit The storm Amongst a clay of dust X And mother will bequeath love And nature will provide fruit And prayer will be inevitable truth And the new born will never speak in silence
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Red Nature Red tepid water drains through building blocks of slothful thought. Thrust winds, rain, sleet build red energy from lightning in the sky moldering in deception. A scented red rose with long thickly sharp prongs speak of gayety pride. A red liquid imprint from an old newspaper personal dreary same sex ad. A tornado battled winds blew down the red old country barn in depravity of old tired accusations. Awakening death dreary dark black clouds with tiers of red voices speak of despair, agony and fear. Red sun rays piercing confused signs of life of a lustful inquiry. Chilly air rips through the wear and tear of a red old withered jacket beaten and denied.
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On Gambling I spent the day whooping a dime away I sipped on jinn and juice boozing my life away I bargained in debt suicidal thoughts As I spent every quota on a dollar afterthought I wondered the casino had a quarter to spare When betting commission with my family life to spare I hoped that much energy it took to roll the dice Would make me a millionaire for half the price A fallacy that took all I had For all thats worth, my bad
Pimp I sat in the salon getting duties up for the pension As a pimp undressed me with unsought commission I had the body and the hair to match his admission The pimp saw interest in his mission Although bargained I had no intention I was too clean to forsake cheap submission
Still Here I may be used I may be abused I have been lied on I have been beaten I may be lonely I may be seduced And my prayers and dreams Shattered the truth But I am still here
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Brass Monkey I walk like I am disabled There is a monkey on my back I carry the load of intolerance
Fat Boys His butt is so fat When he turns a corner You better look twice You do not want to miss it You may run into it again Until nothing is left
Make me a Woman Old age has caught up on me Where wisdom is patiently counting dawn
Knowing Ones Place I know where to go I know what to say I know when to stop I know my place
Believe in God Always I asked for Strength......... And God gave me Dicul es to make me strong. I asked for Wisdom.........
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And God gave me Problems to solve. I asked for Prosperity......... And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work. I asked for Courage......... And God gave me Danger to overcome. I asked for Love......... And God gave me troubled people to help. I asked for Favors......... And God gave me Opportuni es. I received nothing I wanted........ I received everything I needed! Dreary Blues My skin lives by day and night The moon often receives its pension for granted The stars redeems my colored soul Night and day compensates for paying rent Rise up and Sing Awaken, vision the river Distance our past Broken gutters, rusted box cars A deterred reality Into a virtual culture of blues Ruptured by night African Dance Fling my arms Wiggle my feet Body movement To the African drum beet
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Bounce my head Tap my feet Snap my gures To a passionate beat Fondle that guitar Peddle that piano Blowing that horn To the bee, bop rhythm Of the harmonic drum
Eight Ball High on the corner Sipped 8 ball juice Got me reminiscent Of all the women I seduced High on hog dreary blues Talking all that jive Sipped 8 ball juice Got me thinking out loud Oh my troubled mind Got me praying Got me drinking The blues away
Fellowship Scared, my body trembles My knees knocked, bear ground As my hands clasp together My head bow down Dreams
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Wish
I make a wish upon a star I wonder, I wonder The distance of heaven; afar Up above the sky, so bright Heaven within my grasp tonight My eyes see the glory Of divine life
An Eagle A whisk of wind whips Soaring, gliding, wings sailing Trailing over the horizon Looking down on its prey Keen eyes on looking onward Wings a brisk selling downward Towards the bottomless pit Savoring the vegetation It devoured a slimy, icky worm.
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REFLECTION POEMS Death An Autumn Day The frolic leafs of an autumn day Dense forest Piercing time Against the wind Aloft - Silenced - Crushed Murmuring whistle cries death: Rust, Scarlet, Auburn masks of leafs Lifeless a dry, humid hole. Color If a color pertains to a hue How depth of the hue pertains to light While a mixture of hues dene a contour How much contour is needed to dene beauty If I were black, brown, yellow, white or purple It would make solid black however you dene it The beauty in is if opal is in fashion Black goes along with everything.
Reunited The etching of a Caterpillar steps Paint images of the patience it took teach grace The autistic of spindling of a spiders web Resends a creation of motivation of inspired concepts The beauty of the sun settling beneath the sea And of night parching the end of day Enchants memories emulating peace The gift to breathe life, there is love The agility to smile, there is love The spirit of hope, there is love
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18th Century to Present Take these worn shackles off my feet You are wearing me down With your controlling episodes of emotion You do not own me Let me be free to express myself I felt you hold on to remit a fantasy of yours When I dont feel the same way as kids do I want to feel free from being tied down I am tired of being reminded of you When I dont exist, time does not persist And I must move on, because there is a soul Inside of me peeping out wanting to be free But you wont let me escape from your spirit You are not my soul mate, not the one I want Not the one I dream of and still you wait for my return Your ghost hunts me, stalks me follows my every mood Now, I must go to the pasture to hide For I cannot love anyone now that you have broken my heart I Am I am up and down I am all around I am here and there I am everywhere I am in and out I am all about I am omnipotent I am God
Remembering I can barely feel your presence Emotions left and are not around I vaguely recall your whispering
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Within my heart, as my body trembles With fear of not having you here with me, reminding me that The light traces your path to where Life began, mourning not to sell Your soul to the devil; peacefully You lie to rest
Compassion Tupac, a visionary not to be mistaken for self-pity Tupac, a legend not to be misunderstood for self-hate Tupac, an evolutionist with style not to be minted for self-envy Tupac, a revolution not to be mistrusted for self-afiction Tupac, an artist not to be mistaken for self-denial Tupac, spiritual advocacy Left a rose in the cracks of the street Pithing the way for others soon follow It is more than a dream...it is a way of life
Reection I vaguely trace your appearance a distorted gurine from the past Blotches of ink splotches across the canvass Splotches of oil dances life to an unknown postulant Imagery emerges a distant path of discovery fading fast
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A Letter I remember my struggle defending who I am I felt all alone, with no purpose You made me faithful with your heart and your love, all-powerful God you entered my soul and made me whole in my sickly mind, your Spirit prepares me for the future, I rejoice for you to judge my life with the lives of others, your Spirit faithfully reigns over the world. Like a turtle in its hollow shell
Dont Ask A haze and a junkie Jiving high Living on the street Inhaling a lie addiction Saving for a raining day To get my stuff together A weeper over college A choice jiving high A cigarette stick and a pregnancy Hustling pool on welfare Meet you at one Meet you at three One day immoral embarrassing A smile be your umbrella Dont ask The games we choose to play
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Death of Loved One My soul quivers with emotion. My heart divided by the loss of a true friend. I experience phases of unearthed passion; Perturbed with urgency, seeking soon your return.
Eyes of a Child White orchards hallowing in the wind Bopping heads bounce in laughter Prayers of serenity dance in harmonic prayer
Scars Abandoning interest to pursue lifes conquest through the humility to change ideas is human evolution and spiritual inquiry
Suicide Horrid wind - I lie to rest underneath your corral wreath. Blinded by your mask of illusion, I seek hollow guidance, where truth can nd my destiny.
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Global Warming Penguins that play in ice Whales swarming loops in the ocean Squires that hobbit in trees Birds that mate in the spring Oceans sting black pearls of oil Skis hover above clouds of Grey smoke Trees burned down by re Quad mires destroyed by man It is mans invention of technology Depleting nature through inventions of energy factories creating pollution The dark ages had the same intention, to dig irrigation deep seeded in the earth Ozones in the atmosphere in question by gasses depleting within Ice melted by heat as its resource is used for Cleaner water demand An innovation by man determines the outcome of that affected the lives of man, nature and environment put to an end Life is too precious to destroy
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Self-Reection A dream falters into a somber whisper. It becomes easy to make aspirations than to make it a reality. Become careful of what you ask for, for tomorrow is never promised.
Loneliness Loneliness is when you consume your time making excuses to decide your past Loneliness is when you conscate time to nd reasons for being late Loneliness is when you lose your memory and release it with accolades of deception You are all alone when you stopped enjoying life
To Dream to be an American I am an African American and a composite of many dreams I am a patriot of Gods faith and an antedate of a black reverie I am an American Born and reared from different attributes of people who have each bled or shed a tear
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From the battleelds to the highest court from the past until now have stood like true patriots with hope a new hope for all humanity to be found? I am a true American though how difcult it must seem But I am one true African American who dares to dream
Children Children are our future leaders in deciding the outcome of the fate as a nation Children represent consciousness of actions that will determine level of competencies and invention it is our duty to teach children to develop reason so that they will be prepared to instruct the next generation
A Day in My Life One must walk a mile in moccasins To observe an internal journey; exasperation To mock the confusion and trie; each step To a journey through madness, seclusion and obliteration; words To emerging forces of betrayal and envy; voices To emerge from an inclusive identity; unknown Insanity; schizophrenia
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On Love I can feel the passion I can feel the pain it feels all the same Tears fall down, down, down into an inferno of emotions God only understands what I fear for you a puddle of tear fall down, down, down Your breath is the wind of confusion arising to the tide of afiction haltering a sun ray of deception the tear a metaphor for delusion I fear the passion I fear the pain It all means the same It All means the same
In My Dreams I once dreamed of human evolution it is a world that created opportunity for man Where equality of every man was probable it is a world where technology was possible to every man I once dreamed of human mobility it is a world where education did not discriminate Where the state of man was comparable it is a world where health care is inevitable I once dreamed of peace it is a world where we solved problems through minds not killings Where is a world ridden of poverty it is a world free of hatred and denial a world free of sin
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Falling
Falling from deception not knowing where it all ends Failing to conceive a notion of what ailment I strive to be Hopeless feeling of defeat Whole became empty in confronting my worst fear And denial became serenity for departure in a world full of despair Falling from heaven falling from life falling from death Finding ever ending peace with my identity
Truth Hip Hop Poetry It is not what you know it is who yo know Startling those fake rimes that react slow If you got the ex to get in the mix Yak do know who is feeling you cause your whack has no ax and your dope rhymes are not y I ricoshade rhyme to a melody woo unique that all you could say is by I am super y rhyming high so elevated you want to cry my beat is so depth you cannot compete to a lyrical tune that want make mom groove sit back and listen to the creative inventions of word up the master of funk gone drop on yo luck beep bop to eet lock to a murderous sound
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so depth in depth no other can croon to the rhyme so by no more lines no alibi or excuses the beet just rocks like a cradle a motionless beat bee bop to feet lock an original sound rocking I could do me all night long my beat got swagger my beat got feet my beat got yo hair growing out of your seat when I move people sway when I groove people say play that beat, play that beat have yo grandma out of her seat there just no other with rhyme like mine rhyming is hard to nd its not who you know it is you got to go
Reection Hip Hop Poetry Yea//Yea//Yea//I am on a mission//it is my pleasure to defeat you// treat you//beat you//with the bust rhymes//so high to greet you//with a voice so high//the streets look yo rhymes do not match the heat that I swear// a voice that adds strength//a popular request I lead this joint higher and higher//right out their seats//bobbin their heads to the hypnotic beats//drill en holes in the concrete//rhymes so real it has sex appeal//it is my intention//a mission//to add avor to the swizzle that has base and time//it is my pleasure to create words on paper so innovative//let me bust this rhyme//ah ha, ah ha, ah ha//I am on a mission//moving and grooving and moving//like it is supposed to be//adding amazing grace to spirituality//yea, yea, yea//I am on a mission//with rhymes so depth I am making history//a voice in the crowd they want to hear//they like my temperament//they hear my style//having you all jealous and proud//if only you could race a mile// you are in defeat my brother//ill in it feeling it//cranking the upward beats//it is just a matter of time//I defeat you with my depth rhyme//
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tick tock tic took//it is about time//A super Women//a black deli ma// Broken hearted female//Lost in addiction//A corner whore//To support an iniction//A single mom//Trying to make ends meet//On welfare selling her body//Just to afford nicer things//Cause child support is never enough//To raise a family//Father is in prison
Green Pastures Green Pastures Green, green grassy land Blew wild, wild wind whaling Spreading serial seeds of fertility nurturing a natural notion Pretoria practice of penance relying readily on reissuance faithfully, fearing anothers fate
Change A Promise is a dream sparse into a somber whisper the present dictates a vision it is easy to make a proclamation than to keep one be careful for what you wish for for the future is never promised
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Super Women Broken hearted female Lost in addiction A corner whore To support an iniction A single mom Trying to make ends meet On welfare selling her body Just to afford nicer things Cause child support is never enough To raise a family Father is in prison The father lay dead in the street From dealing a cocaine habit Passing aids from jail lover A grandmother in church Cries out to God I need you My family needs you
Life Life is a continuum of itself; Life is a reection of a journey, from its course in choices you make of it
Nature A woman is feminine by nature She carries her weight with grace She can be afrmative at times She can be superior and raise a family and work A woman can dene sensuous traits
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She can dictate space She can be lead a race A woman can be an innocent rose She can be psychic and recognize reason She can be compassionate in what she does By nature, a women is instinct Rage State of mind Contrary to what is said a delusional hatred to be mistaken for love Voices. Voices that welcome madness Immoral words that imitate denial and bigotry Words used to break you down Rob you, make you a criminal of self-thought was that what I thought you said? A blind man relies on touch A sane man on logic Delusional voices, that make me mad That make me sad, That make me want to ght back To defend my youth, defend my cultural heritage Where prejudice has no warrant Spoken words, only justies reasons to be misunderstood I will not be judged or proled or prejudged by fault only credibility For I too am America Sky Azure sky mounted behind gaseous clouds, Metallic ocean utters beneath mystic barriers, Vegetation barely over muddled olive terrain, Orange horizon to the break of mourning Life surrenders to natures beauty.
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Paranoia Schizophrenia I hear the voices everywhere Through every source The television and radio By campus, travel and shopping I hear the voices talking to me Anticipating the will to do wrong Finding fault of my present and past I hear the voices talking to me Knowing everything about me Detail for detail saying things That hurt, make me cry and scream I hear the voices in my head Voices that say I am unhealthy Voices that question that I steal Voices that say I cheat Voices that threaten me and my family I hear voice, the voices in my head That tell me to back off That tell me to quit Conversing back and forth with a voice Talking to God, God bless the meek and humble As I walk through the valley of re, I hear no evil, I feel no evil, I fear no evil The voices state I will remain innocent The voices are in a confrontation with God God protects me from sin, the voices I hear voices in my head that are delusions from a past that does not exist I hear the voices conversion I hear the voices that say Do not give up. The voices follow me everywhere They are desperate trying to acquit me I pray each day for forgiveness
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A promise I will do better Hoping someday the voices will get to know me and stop their voices
Lesbian Self Love I discovered my lover self My soul mate that met me sexually A self-touch explored my body With warm caress in pleasures unspeakable I discovered my lover myself Desirable fantasies from a male lover A female self-lover Who showed me how to love myself more In their memory A self-lover Wanting to feel what I could only desire I discovered my lover myself My inner self desiring to love oneself A lesbian A self-One Love
Bright Stars Stars shine so brightly so far away Mystical dome of planets a source of light of any given day the horoscope awakens illusion each to nd his way sparkling so high above the heavens
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granting life, there is someone out there watching us through truth the stars a sign of heaven is present in the lives above
Ghosts My mind is playing tricks on me with what I write changes memory A re path from intentional meaning My mind is playing tricks on me with what I see is an image that is not clear My mind is playing tricks on me with what I remember is not what is so It is a mere delusion My mind is playing tricks on me with what I said is not what I meant My mind is playing tricks on me with what I hear is distorted It is a gibberish feeling My mind is playing tricks on me with what I feel Has no emotion My mind is playing trick on me with a touch from a ghost that reminds me of why I am crazy
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LYRICAL POEMS
Sorry Sorry I never took the time Sorry I never said goodbye Sorry I never made the time To be with you I wish I could hold you near Hair blazing in the wind To ease away the pain away Sorry I was not there for you to hold while being lonely In need of a true friend Sorry I did not understand you, wishing the pain away Sorry for the times I did not ask what was on your mind I nd excuses I turn I wish I could hold you near a reign of tears fall wishful thinking Sorry for the times we spent Apart all apart from our heart My heart pains I wish I could breathe within And take all hate away A promise to bring you back to life In my memory for us never to part Sorry for all the times I meant to be there for you And could not Sorry for the times I could not speak
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what words and emotions say I take it all away Sorry I could not be a friend I take it all away Joyful tears fall Down my face It is not what people think It is not what people say I respond if we can do it all again I would take it all away For the memory of it Never us part Sorry in regret I would do it all again
You Dont Know What Love is Confusion Doubt Emotionally stressed Venerable inherit Painfully assist Damper horizon Moderately sensed Modied solution Dangerously ad missed Tranquil upset Fervently blessed Inhale jeopardy Externally confessed An imagery, a concept Figuratively obsessed A silent memorial A gesture remised You have everything to gain
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nothing to lose just feeling the vibes Feeling the grooves Confusion Doubt Emotional lee biased Vulnerable tradition, Alter raptly insets Broader horizon Moderately obliged Modied solution Danger sly ad missed Remitted projection Extra denary blessed Internal expression Literaly confessed A supplemental gesture Figuratively abscessed A silent memorial A gesture remised You have everything to gain nothing to lose just feeling the vibes Feeling the grooves Confusion Doubt vulnerable e tradition broader horizon Modied solution Remitted projection internal expression a supplemental gesture a silent memorial a silent memorial
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You feeling me Just groin and moving you feeling the words Feeling the groove Emotionally biased Vulnerable Alternately horizon moderately solution Danger sly projection Extra denary expression literally a gesture guratively remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised A silence remised
Deep down in the heart of me there is something disturbing inside the image in ME must conde Miss Notion not to be My heart is yours you carry my soul you carry my soul you carry my soul to serenity, to love, to unfold my heart is yours forever to console my heart is yours
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I am broken for our love It gures our emotions would distant our feelings no longer consistent Leaving it up to God above There is no resolution what we had is left a memory now alone in solitary we had to part as the only solution My heart is yours you carry my soul you carry my soul you carry my soul to serenity, to love, to unfold my heart is yours forever to console my heart is yours Cannot I reminisce over you you took my broken heart for granted to have my only true love abandoned Love is only you, you, only you My heart is yours you carry my soul you carry my soul you carry my soul to serenity, to love, to unfold my heart is yours forever to console my heart is yours I picture us once more Enveloped in admiration your healing touch full of compassion in actuation, love will soar Let us y together Flying high above the heaven Leaving regrets behind Let us y together
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I am yours And you are mine My heart is yours you carry my soul you carry my soul you carry my soul to serenity, to love, to unfold my heart is yours forever to console my heart is yours
Protest There are people asking Why, Why, Why Are people dying In a senseless war Why, Why, Why Are our soldiers dying Who are we lying to So many body bags So many dismantled bodies Why, why in a senseless war Who are we protecting who are we defending the war is getting us nowhere in a war already won by the people there Why, why, why Are people that die each day some of ours Many of theirs that want peace
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Deterred from lies Why, why, why in a senseless war A ght for oil A ght for world peace A ght for democracy A plight to plea A ght to control When we are not wanted there We ght to create world hope And we are getting nowhere Why, why, why in a senseless war We see the changes we deny retreat in a nation unstable Why dont we just ea Why, why, why in a senseless war We ght for the principles our for fathers gave to create unity in a country enslaved by chaos and fatigue People lead in insanitary Why, why, why in a senseless war Please let us nd a solution to stopping the violence to ght for a common defense let us leave this war with good intention Why, why, why in a senseless war We have the lowest education in the nation There are homeless living in the street
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Our children do not have no health insurance Afrmative action is in question We want to avoid World War III Our economy is in secession Our reputation is in question Our sanity is in question We have standards to meet Other nations are building nuclear We ght terrorism to defeat Why, why, why in a senseless war
Reality I dream of the day I would come to say It is not just another day I would say safely from return Of delusion, illusion and allusion I would reminisce of high grandiose Doing things unmanageable things Of being a star athlete, a writer and pageantry I dream of the day Where I could say What I did was of today I would live my life Where my present in my daily life Was a daily chore full of ambition Full of glamor I would be thankful I could help someone Or do a good deed where my past meant no more And my past was not just a dream I dream of the day I would come to say
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It is not just another day It is not a dream I would return safely from delusion, illusion and allusion Where acts of kindness Were a cliquey I would dream of what I could do now Now is all that really matters I could be me If my life were not a dream I would be me
Rain Rain fall down Let it rain Let it rain Let it rain We are at war For no reason Let me nd my serenity Millions die of Aids How can it be Life in jailed in surveillance An institutionalized slavery Kids wish their lives away With drugs and alcohol each day We pray that The rain falls down Let it rain Let it rain Let it rain The rain falls down Let it rain Teenagers getting pregnant
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and ditching school Parents are in wonder if they are the fools Anther man lynched down south Anther man out of work Thousands of mothers on welfare There just aint no hope The rain falls down It fall hard and deep Let it rain Let it rain Let it rain The rain falls down Let it rain No one goes to church Without burden and weak In prayer to let them make it Through another week Let it rain Let it rain Let it rain...Rain down Rain down, let it rain Rain, Rain, Rain Let it rain
Running Away I think I want to run away To a better state of mind I think my life has to nd A piece of mind If only I could stay I think I want to run away, Run away, Run away To capture meaning Of what I cannot grasp
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The meaning of being grown And on my own To nd a piece of mind a better state of mind At piece with who I am What I have become To nd meaning of love forward life Run away, run away, run away To capture the meaning of life If I run away It will be another day In any way I cannot stay Ill just run away to capture meaning of being grown Deny all ethics Of staying alive Life will have new meaning I will nd love I will run away I will run away Run away, run away, run away And nd love
Love I am in love with you I cannot explain The way I feel for you My love is deep, so deep The world would end full of emotions full of emotions
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I must defend I am in love with you I cannot explain The ways I feel For this love is real My love is deep, so deep I cry about the break up Hoping we would make up And it ends in silence Deep, deep silence You will always have my love To travel near of far I cannot let you go Without saying that I love you and this love is true Just to make up to break up Full of emotions I must defend My love is deep, so deep The caged bird sings.
Life It is bad enough I had to say good bye To nd you so y Of all the alibis Now I am all alone and confused Wondering whose next to t your shoes There may not be another Just like you What else am I to do Sending shouts out to yesterday I am left cold, no way
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I am all alone I am all alone My lifes in fear I will always be alone, in tears No one but no one can make it alone All alone without a friend To talk to, hang out and live in sin Why oh why, does it have to be this way Could we not just be friends, I am afraid To be without you...sad For what we had was true A new beginning, is what is life about I will have to take another route To comfort, to love another like me If you were not so permissive We would see it is not working From you to me I am alone All alone I am alone
Loneliness My heart wonders around inside my soul Dwindling the pain of loss Dwindling hurt emotions of failure Dwindling remorse from the present and the past Dwindling time as time passes Not a day without wonder of who I am what I am worth or if there is a possibility of hope my life endures pain waiting for the pain to go away, go away my heart dwindling the pain to go away heartbreak voices surround inside my mind
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will not let go, dwindling away time My heart that wonders inside my soul The feelings of loved ones Carries my soul forever intentions to live as long as love lives My heart wonders around inside my soul Inside my soul Inside my soul Dwindling the pain of loss and failure No remorse, no presence no past Dwindling time as it passes by I sit in wonder why I live this choice It is Gods decision for me to live inside my soul, I pray Thank you oh Lord For life
Secrecy Shah I got a secret I am keep en from you Shah Do not take it as a surprise It is kept a trinket down in my soul That embellishes truth Of a matter of fact Kept hidden underneath my skin Shah I got a secret Undeniably innocent from a lie Saying where I go Where I came from Dont tell
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Shah I got a secret I been holding it inside I clam up to ignore Emulations of fantasy Like a never ending story That hunts my desire Locking you in sight Memories unfold fallacy A tale about you too Shah I got a secret Is it meant for you Be not pretentious Evidence lurks back at you Shah I got a secret If I told anyone It will erupt from inside I dont want anyone to know this My love is an impostor Twin invalid Shah It is a secret No one must know Shah I got a secret Shah I got a secret Shah I got a secret, a secret Shah I got a secret I dont want anyone to know Shah, I keeping it From me to you, shah
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I got a secret If I were to tell its purpose It would not add meaning To its pretense It is held enveloped inside I am your secret admirer Shah, dont tell I remember you as someone else Or did I represent a twin Why does this kind of thing happens With something within Shah, can you read my mind I felt passion with your ghost I could feel your presence Youre the one Youre the one It was you I saw in a dream My pretend friend I felt your presence Holding my soul Easing the pain Erasing all fear Shah, do not tell Unless you feel it too
Life Struggle My biggest struggle Was getting over you While you controlled my life I lie in death Longing for your return To be fooled our love Meant something
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To both of us My biggest struggle Was letting go I wanted to believe You needed me In your life To make life complete You left me destitute Like a prostitute My biggest struggle Is to carry on Like we had no meaning Missing you Getting over you My biggest struggle Was replacing you When it seems there is No better than you My biggest struggle was Getting over you Struggle, la, la ,la Struggle getting over you La, la, la Getting over you
Losing Love You, You are all All of me All I had kept inside me For so long It seems too bad The memories I feel Letting go You, You are the one
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Who made me feel whole You light up my life With so much soul On high knowing you Missing you Touching you For so long I cannot bare letting go You, you are all All that belongs to me reminiscing about our past How we were true friends I needed a shoulder to cry to I needed a friend to talk to I needed a lover to share my hearts has fallen I was crazy about you I needed you Wanted you Missing you You, You are all All that is inside Crazy about love You, You are all All its about Feeling for the past Recalling your every move I cannot believe you are gone Touched by a friend Like angel Who was there for me To lean on To cry on To feel for All that is inside
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Crazy about your love You, its you All its about you If I could rain heaven Down on earth Life would be a disguise To nd reason How I could live alone Myself, by myself All alone nding reason To keep you here inside There is a place Deep rooted inside of me That treasures all feelings Making it possible to share The gift of love you gave me With others Now that I know how to love I want to stay Believing reason In me, it is about you In me, that I learn to survive It is you, I feel like believing I am free to escape It is you, all about you it is you, all about you I am who I am I am free Dreams Dreams are made of the feelings we share together as one hoping that our love will never end I would make your dreams become true only if you would want me to
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If your dream were to travel I would sail around the world to the depth of the ocean we would enjoy the ride If your dream were to ght for life I would challenge death to console your soul with prayer to do what is right If your dream were to be rich I would empower your self-esteem and be an anchor to your dream If your dream were to be a soldier I would be your Sargent at arms protecting you from your enemy guiding you from harm If you dream were to nd fame I would attract popularity with gainful employment with fame and popularity the same If your dream were to nd peace I would give you my soul we would be in this together through rich or through poor If your dream were to nd charity I would give you my heart or love would be forever from sickness and health do we part If I could answer your prayer I would give you my faith through all hope Love will give or take If man can dream I would be your counterpart to love, to hold, to Cherish Forever love, forever love, forever love XO
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Remembering Love You do not know how good You make me feel When you are around My life is complete With your presence With your touch I feel loved by you It is a feeling I never had before To trust my life In your hands Was a big step You do not know how it felt To feel your warm embrace I opened up to you To allow this to happen With so much emotion I felt love Love like no other You captured the essence Of my heart When we talked It added meaning It was a friendship tied In a known Head over heels for you I remember what love was like Since your life has not been the same Your love is forever In my memories I remember my rst love My rst kiss My rst hug I reminisce, I remember
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Prayer I believe in miracles I believe in dreams I lift my voice to be heard Heaven only knows what I feel I believe I believe Chorus: I believe in a celestial of stars Dancing in heaven above I believe in showers falling down on me is a sign of love, a sign of love I believe Chorus: I believe in family helping one another even in times most need be I believe in miracles I believe in being friends I believe in you and me Chorus: I believe in the Lord Having a helping hand Always listening to our call To deliver us from the bad I believe in the cause To surrender love effortlessly I believe in God I believe in miracles All hope foresees I believe I believe Chorus: When I was in doubt, in doubt I felt the pain, a special healing
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To deliver me from death and destitution To a place where a rock lies God answered my prayers, he delivered me When I failed to pray I walked a lonely road God carried me, he delivered me and are free You see I was never alone, he cares, oh yes he cares When I was in doubt Faith led my way, I was never alone I followed his word, yes his holy word And I was healed, I believe in miracles I believe in love I believe in guidance Yes, Lord I believe in you Memories Memories Memories honor our time together Honoring our time apart That we spent together A promise we were meant for each other The good memories of our past Memories Remembering our last words we spoke Remembering our laughter broke Into tears, we felt the affection Our hearts broke into reection The memories we shared were true Memories Of the times of us together Spreading good news for our love forever Of the times we shared in peace with God Memories, oh memories Memories... It is hard letting go of loved ones
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when our time is valued as a couple when our days outlive time of our hearts intertwined the memories of our love Memories of our love Memories of our love the memories, memories, remember us Remember what love is Remember, remember, memories
Race and Ethnicity I I feel that racial proling is wrong and discriminatory while being objected towards race and ethnicity. Often I hear on the radio how poor groups are harassed by police ofcers based on their race or ethnicity. While groups are pulled over for suspension of being drug dealers because of the car they drive. It is unfair for the police to stereo type groups for being motivated and convicted of crimes they did not comment. While groups are convicted of a crime for being hostile based on their demeanor. There have been reports of kids being murdered by police ofcers while defenseless. Racial proling is wrong, while the people who actually doing the crime from other groups get fewer years in prison or are acquitted for the same crime. I feel tougher laws should be mandated when presented with cases like these.
II Afrmative action for state university enrollment is fair where no student admission should be denied. Students are admitted to college according to academic grades, activities, achievement score and academic program. Colleges want to enroll students that can do the
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work. Competition to being admitted in college is demanding the best students. Students of ethnic and race is a dening matter for creating diversity in school. Student athletes are required to have as much criterion as students with high academic criterion to being admitted in college. Afrmative action should only be admissible when student who reect the enrollment demand and can create more diversity at the school.
III It is important to promote property taxes on individual school districts for public schools, while many cities rely on their children attending public school. The overall cost for going to school is costly. Prerochrial school expenses rely on the church. There is a law that designates separation of church in state. Jim Crow laws after slavery did not permit all races and ethnic groups to attend public schools. Today, laws have changed and schools are more integrated. Bussing allows kids the opportunity to go to better schools or the choice to go to a local school near them. Bussing allows kids from different areas to attend public school and with this grants taxes on individual neighborhoods more affordable to parents.
IV History classes should adapt to multicultural perspectives. I had one year of black history the twelve years in school. Within that year, I was taught Indian history, Nevada history, world and US history. Some feel that history is his story and other races and ethnic groups are often disregarded and not taught as part of the curriculum. History covers a mainstream of multicultural values which should be addressed. If history is ignored and not taught in school, it will repeat. There are civic issues that go on in the news that the uneducated will never understand if they do not know the basis of what is going on.
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V The United States constitution permits freedom of religion. Thus religious observances should be recognized for Christians and nonChristians in school. There are a lot of ethnicity groups around the nation. Not all are of the same religious belief or background. No one should be denied a fair education based on their background, but on their ability to do the work well. There are schools designed for religious faith to grant a fair education to their group. Some cultures prefer to home school their children for accuracy in education. Schools should observe diverse religious belief as a standard.
VI I am appalled to some stereo types I view in the movies about race. The history of blacks in lm evolved around with painted black faces. It evolved around with dark skinned as evil and light skinned as good. It evolved around with buck wheat on the Little Rascals or Amos and Andy. The stereo types for blacks were thought to be obedient and silly. Film today reects blacks are drug dealers and drug addicts, gang members, prisoners, adulterers or lm has changed to having positive roles by actors in some lms like Tuskegee Men or television shows like Bill Cosby Show. I would hope that lm continues to progress to the positive attributes of blacks.
VII Columbus did not discover America, America was salted by western Asians who rst migrated here. Columbus discovered the West Indie islands. Columbus brought many European settlers to America under the direction of Queen Isabella, a teenage Spanish princess that resulted in the genocide on the American Indians tribes. Columbus mission was to prove the world was round by taking a short cut to
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Indian. The native Indians were got their name from a mistaken identity from the Indonesians. Because of Columbus many navigators and settlers came to America for personal freedoms. For discovering the new world that resulted in those freedoms, Columbus should be recognized.
VIII I have experience several changes in history books throughout my life. As time passes, history changes and therefore; the books should impact changes. History should affect events and movements because nothing is the same. History is not ordinary. There are bits and pieces of history we do not understand and a lot we do not know and needs to be addressed. Making changes to these books addresses each position to reect things going on. An education should not use books four years old on current history. History entails circumstance. Research should not be over four years old. As time change, education should become more challenging. Books are an important resource that is eminent to learning process.
VIV Racial disparity should be discontinued. U.S. law says a person is innocent until proven guilty beyond doubt. It is sad when people are given the death penalty that is innocent. Recently; there was a case where a man was put to death thought to be innocent. As a young black male, Troy was put on trial for a rape case. Evidence showed he was innocent and his sermon did not match the woman who claimed he raped her. A town in Florida, committed genocide on a black town blaming an innocent black man for raping a white woman. The U.S. has a right to make reductions on the unlatch.
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X All government agencies should equip a multiracial staff to equate diverse issues within an entity. No one should discriminate against race or ethnicity. Effective hiring practices should allow diversity to educate problems is correct. A more diverse staff can come to a catharsis when creating programs and addressing problems that not everyone can understand.
Religion I Prayer should be allowed in public schools when a student or government ofcial dies. In Prerochrial School, we said prayer and our pledge allegiance to the ag every morning before class starts. In public school, prayer was allowed when something scandalous or horric was done. Not everyone believes in a Christian god. Not everyone believes in our government. Prayer should be observed for special times like when we are in war. Soldier pray before battle. Athletes pray before a gay. Prayer should be inclusive.
II The Christian religion should play a role when teaching health and sex education in school. I was taught about contraceptives in health class. Catholics do not believe in using contraceptives, condoms, and birth control in any form. Public school taught me about abstinence and celibacy. Abstinence practice is to not have sex until you are ready. Catholics do not believe in having sex until after they are married. Public school taught me about celibacy. Celibacy means to having sex involves two responsible adults. I believe that to wait to have sex until you are old enough to understand it, relationships and willing to take the responsibility to raise a child.
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There is a history behind money, especially when you think of how a slave was sold for a chaise. People began to sell their sheep and other objects in replacement of money early on. In Africa, their daughter was sold for land or animal wealth. Later gold was used as a commodity. Nations could use gold to make jewelry. Nations started to trade for paper money. The value of a dollar had a gold strip inside the dollar. Paper had a value. Our nation writes on the dollar, In God We Trust. To me the phrase is designating that there is a God.
IV I feel that faith based entities should all pay reattributes and punishment for all religious authorities that have sex with children. The religious leaders before working should have a background check for being child predators and medical test for being gay. The religious leaders are leaders in the church and should be more responsible and more accountable for their actions. There is sex abuse not only in the Catholic Church, but all churches.
National/International Policy I The Constitution of the United States of America states that we believe in providing aid or government assistance to other countries during natural disasters and during unfair war. This is justiable when those countries want our help. Like in Afghanistan, they dont want us there; we should let them ght their own battles. If like in Serial, where there is genocide, we should give help. If what happened in Thailand happens, we should give assistance. If like what happened in Haiti, we should help. What happened in 911 was a calling and warning we should have not have involvement with.
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II When our nation is at threat, we should take precaution. We should prepare ourselves for the threat for we are in crisis. We do not want them to build their army to attack our country. We do not want our country to be weak for attack. There was a need for breaking done our ally to protect our country from arsenal threat when threat still exists today. III We cannot give China too much trade power. China is believed our ally. China is a third world country. Trade policy with China should restrict their country when they believe in having unfair work policy such as slave trafcking or sex trafcking which is against our countries moral belief. When America starts to go outside our doctrine to practice outside common belief, it endangers everyone. IV Military and war was originally predicated for men. It is the men who went to war and hunt, while the women cleaned and took care of the children. Today, women are allowed in the military; but are restricted to ght in combat. Men were thought to be stronger than women and less sensitive and so they can ght in wars. Women were allowed in the military during the World War, but they were taught etiquette skills on how to act like a lady. Military service should be restricted for combat. V The second wealthiest nation in the world is China. We borrowed from China, during our depression. China has the second wealthiest economy in the world. China has the second highest manufacturing
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country in the world. China has a high work ethic where their people believe in a good education and strive as a nation.
Education I National testing is important for competition in America schools. National test show us where we stand in the country and around the world by reporting scores. Bush issued a law No child left behind. This was an initiative to create standards in overall school achievements. This law raises the bar for students to meet expectations. National testing is good for schools to teach outside the box to make good students to award schools.
II Tracking should be used in deterring courses for public school/ children and achievement scores should be used as a determining factor when deciding whether their child is good enough to attend their school. If entering an engineering school, students must know math. If attending the school of the arts, students must know the arts. If attending a magnet school, students must be advanced. If attending a culinary school, they must know the mechanics of cooking. If a student wants to become a nurse, students must be good in math and science. This is the reason behind tracking students to schools.
III Funding for school should be a priority. Teachers often go beyond the call of duty by paying for items to help guide student instruction. Teachers are awarded for extradinary work by improving instruction. Schools are not funded when the students do not meet standards. The
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teachers who have access to instructional material can provide a better instruction and education, while the schools that lack this usually fall behind. If all schools had proper funding, there would be no child left behind.
IV Schools with fewer students per class are proven to give more attention to the student. Schools that have teacher assistants in large classes can help with the instruction process so all children are helped. In smaller classes, teachers can help every student in class by giving individual attention. With larger classes, there is not time to help every students questions. The teacher is there to help student reach their educational goals. Every student is important and should not be over looked with a class of forty students in a class.
V There are benets for home-school, public school and online students. Home-school students learn on that pace and are taught by their parents. Public schools are taught structured classes by a teacher. Online classes are taught by the aid of a computer at their own pace. The benets of home-school students, is that they do not experience peer pressure or educational stress being taught at home. Public school students can interact with their classmates to get help with assignments and questions they do not understand. Online students can conduct research and are more accountable for their education. However the discipline, students are held accountable for their education.
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On the American Dream I The American dream is a historical belief that if you work hard enough that anything is possible. American belief is that no matter what background you have poor or rich; it is possible to acquire wealth by working toward your goal. When America said, give me your huddled masses, it granted every American the personal freedom to pursue their dream. A person like Fredrick Douglas, through this ethic is able to graduate from college and head his own school, the Tuskegee Institute. People like President Obama, is able to overcome obstacles, to become president of the United States. People like Martin Luther King Jr., was able to march on Washington and lead the poor people march, to help poor black people to enable personal freedoms. Martin Luther King Jr. believed that one day that blacks would not be judged by the color of their skin, but the content of their character. For this premise, I feel he wanted people to be judged for what the person is capable of doing. It is the Langston Hughess dream that one day would be able sit at the table of brotherhood regardless of race or background with common ground. President Jefferson stated in the constitution on the premise that all people are created equal. America is a melting pot that attempts to engage on the mission of moral toughness. People like Rocker fellow, had the ability to achieve from little to becoming a self-made millionaire. Romney came from poor to inheriting wealth through hard work. There is opportunity in America. People who struggle hard in work will overcome to engage with the possibility of opportunity. It is comforting to know that those who pursue their dreams will be rewarded through promotion or pay increase. There is a hierarchy in remobilizing the work ethic. The hierarchy is the reasons given to strive for goals to creating a better way of life. America is a melting pot that is not dominated or overwhelmed by discontent. The American dream does not discriminate against its people. Carver was able to create many inventions. Charles Drew was able
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to create a medical breakthrough to store plasma. Chasm was able to be the rst black woman to run for president of the United States. It was through determination that the bar was raised to the level these leaders pushed for greater opportunities for others to follow. I feel I can learn a lot from these role models. I believe if I work hard towards a goal, my dreams will come true. The poem, The Unknown Citizen, states that a person who does everything that is expected is well noted in society. God bless me for the things I can change to close the gap of exchange and for the things I cannot change that I will not be forgotten. Through ability to reason, I have worked hard throughout my education. I was able to stay in college for over 25 years and I was awarded a diploma for my hard work. I could not thank my instructors enough for helping me through this process. My instructors response is that I taught myself and that I earned that grade. Some may question how I did it. I studied hard and did not give up, with the moral support of family and teachers that I would graduate. I had to believe in myself. I felt that once I made my mind up to achieve my goals, I could accomplice my dreams. Quitting is not an option in my American dream. My American dream is to become a renowned poet and lecturer and teacher. I believe I can reach that goal. My rst step is through taking classes to improve my skill. I feel I must practice writing poetry to maintain my skill. Continued learning is an ongoing process that will determine the fate of my goal. The outcome from my writing is well worth the desire to completing a task well done. The Drug Enact The most analytical drug is suicide. Suicide is a convert excuse to getting rid of social problems. Suicidal thoughts are a delusion to determine nal judgment. It knocked on the door of the young to create a painful antidote towards punishment. It is a form of physical abuse as a result to mental abuse. By taking a drug overdose, is a remedy of nding a solution to end the mad voices within. No sermons, justied judgment.
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The voices are conrming its call loathing with all the envy and distress to the pain within. Occasionally I see ghost sobering with deception saying, Lire, stupid, crazy! Mirages of failure destroying concentration to prevent cause to live a normal life. Suicidal thoughts are a facet of self-hate that converges into denial. I rst heard the voices at age 15. The horror of being a teenager is enough to die over. Teenage years are in the middle of being a child and an adult. As a teenager you make choices over grades, boyfriends and true friends. Those choices can make you mature. I dont want to do that again because it is bad for me. If everyone were afraid of making decisions, the worst thoughts would make us all victims of self-hatred. The voices are often disturbing thoughts that repeat in our conscience. The voices remind me that I am not well liked. The voices remind me I am not perfect. The voices remind me of inicted pain that I endure on the daily basis. Suicide can make you isolated. I would want to be alone so I am no longer reminded of my deciencies. I rst took the pills in high school for this very reason. In college my coach warned me, Off the drugs, she said. Some sniff glue or take their parents medication. I used aspirin with another off the counter pill so that I would not feel the crowed while on the college basketball court. I used the drugs so I would forget about the games and everything surrounding it. I was in my own world of self-pity. There are over 25, 000 Americans who are addicted to drugs for this very reason to get their minds off their problems. The horrid feeling that you do not want to live is what affects everyone. Suicide affects families, friends and others who care. No one wants to bury their own child due to neglect. We live in a culture where drug abuse is a remedy to suicide. It is a feeling as if I can harm my body, the pain I feel will substitute for the mental abuse and once it is over I can go on. Some people feel that they cannot live without drugs abuse. It is a universal culture that should count for manslaughter. Drug users want to solicit drugs legally for commercial use. Everyone does it from time to time. Drug use is an addiction. Drugs can alter life where addicts depend upon it daily where they cannot live a normal life without it.
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I am a product of drug use. I tried to overdose on drugs in high school. I was catatonic and had two seizures as a result of it. I have changed where I no longer rely on drugs for a quick hit and instead I rely on drugs to keep me living a healthy life. Not everyone is this lucky. Drug attacks are criminal narcissist of self-destruction. People should be supportive of others by being encouraging of others to do their best. You should surround yourself with positive people that make you feel your best so you are less depressed and suicidal. Hope and love is what makes others carry on.
On Being Gay Why is being gay a controvecial issues amongst Americans? When does politics modify authority? Contrary to belief, the government is at the state of reason. Being gay is a right to choose. America is being primitive to inefciency. Being gay is amongst us. Some people are born genetically gay where their body parts are made to belong to each sex. Gay men like other men and lesbian women prefer to like other women. Some people are unisex where they will not date beyond same sex. Once a straight goes gay they prefer to stay a unisex after sexual anal intercourse. After intercourse they can only get aroused by their male mate. One can tell the difference from a gay man to his partner by looking at their chest and the shape of their hips and their behind. Lesbian females there is a male female partner and girl female partner involved in this relationship. For both gay and lesbian the personality is reected on who is male or female. Some people are bisexual where they are more sexually aroused by both man and woman at one time. Bisexual couples like both women and man. Bisexuals play the roles of their persona. Some people practice bisexual sex as a part of their culture. Some cultures believe you have to be gay and like the same sex so you can know how to relate to the opposite sex. Some people are against same sex marriage. Religion plays a big part on what a marriage is based upon. Being gay is referred to as
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immoral in the church. Some countries outside America approve of same sex marriage where two people are mature adults who can have this choice. Gay people feel comfortable in their own skin and are emotional moral people with an understanding this is what became of them. There is no giving up once you are gay you can change. Some people feel that gay men and lesbian women cannot have a child. God made women to give birth to a child. A gay man can get a lesbian woman pregnant with child and have a natural child birth. Is being gay as dysfunctional by traditional belief, that we are know some people are gay at some point in their lives and ignore moral standards. Some same sex values involve practicing sex with one self. It is where carrying on self-fantasies with imaginary sex partners conrm to being self-evident of being gay. We must immerge from our behavior as sexual to become aware of our own actions before contradicting a phase of what is quite evident when dealing with what denes a relationship. Gays can be adventurous that creates common initiative. _______________________________________________________
Reections: Meaning of life. A Narrative. Why people believe in God? Throughout history man has been known to believe in a type of entity with superior powers who will deliver them from known evil. There have been pagan gods of the Middle East and human Greek gods for example. Christianity was derived from the Jews cascade into slavery for many years before Jesus was said rise from the dead and to forgive all sins. Other forms of Christianity spread throughout the world with different deviation of the chosen race who will be delivered from sin. Jesus was a time where the Jews believed in pagan gods. It was a new ideology to follow. Jesus challenged sins from the blind, adulterers, raising the dead and saving prostitutes and good Samaritans. It is said Jesus died on the cross and rose from the dead for the rst time in history to raise the buried sinners to bring them to heaven with him. After his death
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many followers pursued faith that God is omnipotent and the creator and judge over man. Followers of the Christian faith pray for good intentions and believe God truly exists. The shooting at Virginia Tech was a tragedy. America should not fail to see the devastation act of violence inicted towards the nation. It must have been an act of traumatic stress to have such an outbreak. America hears about acts of iniction to places like Calamine high incident where students feel some type of neglect or hate crime against them to the point they want to retaliate anger on others. Tougher gun laws need to be made where the mentally ill and criminals are not allowed to purchase a gun. Precautions should be made in schools across America such as gun detectors, higher campus police patrol and cameras in the classrooms. This act could have been prevented if someone has a documented psychiatric diagnosis and teachers detect fowl suicidal or hate signs, like in the students writing, the councilors in college should be notied and the student should be under the direction of the college to send that student to therapy. I would hope this never happens again. We live in a world where we try to justify reason with theory. It is inviolable to nd fault in delousing reason. And best of all we try to let by genes be by genes and go on with life. In lifes tribulations we will come across problems. And it is with these problems we will try to come to justice with our actions. We will try to talk things through because we are caring humans. We want to understand our own actions. This is how we mature. Comes a time in life of letting go of pinned up emotions and nding the serenity to move forward. We must lie our burdens down and forgive one another. God said in order to see beyond fault, one must pull the beam out of his own eye. God did not make man perfect. Daily we ask God to forgive our trespassers and we would ask to be forgiven. Life is not promised and so we ask for God to help us change to become better people. One would need to ask God to help you to ask for forgiveness and for you to ask the strength to forgive others so you grow closer to God. Sometimes we say and do things we do not mean or to what we
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do not understand. One must accept God in his life to overcome these obstacles or at least nd reason to dene and understand. Human understanding is a healing ailment to spiritual growth. The devil was an afiction of God. God created heaven above in his reelects of all divine. In heaven was all good. God created holy angels as his apprentices. Heaven is to represent all good. There was no evil because in Gods eyes everything was good. Damian was a good angel gone badly. He practiced faith in God until one day there was a disturbance in heaven. Damian wanted to have the power that God had. Damian understood with Gods power he could do unbelievable things. When God felt the uncivil disruptions from Damian encounter to take over, God kicked Damian out of heaven and thus evil was known. It was sinful to go against Gods wishes. God created man in his likeness. God created the Garden of Eden as a place where freedom was unmanageable. God created women out of mans rib. God told them they can have eternal happiness unless they ate from the tree baring fruit. Eve felt temptation encouraged by the devil to eat the forbidden fruit - an apple and thus they were thrown out of heaven and placed on earth. Adam and Eve had children - Cane and Abel. It was dishonorable jealousy from the devil that one of the brothers was killed and led legions of generations of family to determine good and evil.
Intro: you like some other people questioned and doubted I had ever been a victim of racism in order to write civil rights poems. I may have never been a victim. I hear voices all the time in my head. It has become my conscience. I write about social conditions that effect society today. I can express myself this way. The Narrative: I am a poor celebrity. Once I was in los Angeles at a barbeque restaurant and two young girls screamed when they saw me. They were screaming because I am a poor starving artist. They even wanted to sit next to my table. No one in my family knew this. I was at
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the book store and a young girl screamed. Her mom threatened to shut her up. The little girl had recognized me as a celebrity. I was at the united artist theatre when I was again recognized. I am paranoid about people taking pictures of me at the airport or at Hollywood squares. Ergo asked me out on a date while walking down the Hollywood squares. Someone approached me at the black theatre in los Angeles asking if I were a starving artist. I am too poor to be a celebrity. Most look up to celebrity for their popularity, personality and wealth. I do not know what to do. The kids never asked for my auto graph. Inspiration, by Young women must nd the time to equate her with other resources. I have been athletic my entire life. I did swim meets at the YMCA. I was in the junior Olympics in gure skating, gymnastics and volley ball. I won many awards. I decided to do dance teams as squadron leader and choreographer. I played basketball as captain of the team in high school and college. My background gave me the leadership skills to continue a positive life. I also played college tennis and trained with the Serena sisters. I could have gone professional. I reect back to many challenges and obstacles that could have prevented my dreams from coming true. I suffer from a learning disability that did not keep me from trying in college to getting a degree. There is a lot of team spirit that goes in competing in team sports. As a team leader you must demonstrate craft and have the ability for others to follow. I recall the coach telling me that conict is a part of being a team leader. I had obstacles in coaching basketball with federation of college coaches. I recall in dance and basketball the team questioning my leadership skills. In dance I taught the team that I will lead and they will follow. Sometimes people still steps before competition so I would use ideas and once they saw me lead they knew how to follow the routine without any other team knowing our steps. In basketball, I was pushed down and fowled many ways because they wanted me on the bench. Coach taught me to ght back through discipline in that I do not knock others over but I demonstrate craft in playing the game. As captain, I learned that if all plans fail you must improvise and make up as you go along. Never give up. I almost drowned in YMCA
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last meet but I won in the long run. Sports have a lot of discipline in it. I spent many hours after practice developing technique and skill to do each sport. Never give up. The rst cheer leading championship won with my steps in which because of my race unfortunately I was unable to attend. The second championship our team won and I was there as captain proudly leading the team. I could have lost my life in gymnastics on the balancing beam. It did not stop me from trying. Do not give up. Life has many challenges in its core; one must demonstrate the ability to believe in herself to pursue her dreams. The rst womens professional basketball player was shot in the left side of her neck. She did not give up. We must thank the people who paved the way. Do not give up on your dreams.
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The Ghetto Queen Once upon a time a long, long time, before you were born, there lived a poor black girl, named Maya. She lived where there was drugs and prostitution. In the projects where there was grafti that paved the walls, garbage trashed the empty lots of barren vegetation and gun shots alluded deaths calling. Maya lived in the home of her grandparent because her dad was in jail for robbing a convenient store and her mom abandoned her for a cocaine habit and refused treatment and now lives in a half-way house. Her grandma promised to keep her from living house to house under adoption that may result to her being homeless once she turned 18. Maya was a good kid. She would keep the house cleaned, cooked dinner and read many books. Reading led to Mayas way of escaping the poverty and abandonment. Maya could read the powerful words in a book that led her imagination to escape reality. Maya knew her grandma loved her very much and would not let anyone hurt her, not gangs, not violence, not drugs and certainly never result to prostitution. Maya had no friends; but had a lot of book smart and it was with Gods gift of reasoning would lead Maya to the promise her grandma intended for her to have. Hope and prayer. Maya was raised in the church. Maya did well on school subjects creative writing being her best. Maya ma mea encouraged her to write; because, it was her best subject. One day the teacher called on her in class to read a poem she had written about her family. She was embarrassed. When she wrote this poem, she merely wanted to get done with her assignment. Ms. Scott, third grade teacher, told the class this was award winning piece. She stood up in class and began to read her poem, I can do Bad all by myself. Bless us merciful Lord through this journey where we are carried and our faith is restored. It is said that Jesus fasted before being tested. When by it was the devils that asked him to feed his people if he were the Lord not to leave them bitter. Jesus testimony was that people should live by Gods word alone. Question yourselves. Are you willing to lose your life for God by defending the church belief to be accepted into heaven? The word of God is this strong. Man shall
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accept God righteously to practice his faith. A man went to jail for his beliefs. Jesus wanted him to repent for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. Jesus made a promise to man to use faith as a guide and to save lost souls from sin. One must repent his sin to ask for forgiveness and to ask God the strength for man to forgive others sins so his soul to be redeemed. Jesus chose shermen to become his decuples. The call to God is blind. God was willing to accept all sinners into heaven if they believed. Come after men, and I will make you shermen of men. Fish is good for nourishment. The shermen were chosen for the purpose as journeymen. They become followers of God without knowing what it involved. God asks of you to become practitioners of faith. God ask you to follow him and use his words wisely to administer faith. God calls you to listen wisely. He has created the Beatitudes to share. His words are a revolution of power. It is by example words to live by; it will be blessed by God for those who follow. In order to proclaim your faith you have to believe in it. One cannot trust without reasoning. To be a follower in Christ one must practice his faith. Light is a resource where there is light we can see. When afraid we rely on light for safety. This is the same way with the church. We need religion as a resource to guide us to safety. The commandments are Gods law. One must practice law to be accepted into heaven. We need rules to live by to know right from wrong. It is with these laws as Christians we have a contract with God. When broken we must ask for forgiveness and promise to not do this sin anymore. We must change by praying and admitting our sins to answer his calling. It is good thing to not hold anger. After time the anger will build up and destroy you inside. No sacrice is greater than to give alms to the Lord. One must submit his burdens before God to recompense from sin. If anger builds up, it will explode. Ask God how to make commends to the church. Pray for change, through the will of God; ask for Gods guidance to help you to making the right decision. Ask for forgiveness. Ask for greater faith. Do not hold in anger. Lust is sinful. It is better to turn from lust than to face its consequences. Marriage is a commitment blessed by the church. A woman who is loosed is no good company. A man who lust is just as guilty to sin as the women who is lustful. It is sinful to look lustful intentions through the media
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or through action. One should only be committed their spouse by not cheating through the divinity of the church. One must not swear in Gods name. It is called blasmophy to profess false witness on behalf of the church. Be careful who you call a devil worshiper. Those who judge allows you to be judged. Do not cast the rst stone. One cannot impose one faith on others. He can only justify reasons for his faith. If you are disturbed by infrastructures, God is only testing your faith. If you follow Gods word you will be saved. God leads you on a journey. You will go to heaven if you live by Gods word. God will decide at the end of your journey when it is time to die. Then will your soul go to heaven. Practice what you preach. Ask of others no more than what you want for yourself. Do not want more than what you can give. A Good Samaritan gives all the time. God is good all the time. It is easier to lead a life through kind acts. Trust in God to live by his words. Following God is easy. No man is born without sin. The Lord knows we are sinners. God will test our faith until we die. It is a Gods calling. Life is a journey where we must chose righteously and learn from our mistakes and become true followers of God. The devil has many disguises. You will be confronted with others testimony of faith. You will be tested on how strongly your faith is. The devil thrust can come upon you like a ghost where you become humbled in Gods mercy. Proclaim your faith. The house of God is a rock. A rock is composed on a foundation where proclaiming what is right is justied. Teaching is based on scholarly wisdom. It can only be broken when the covenant is portrayed, then it is crushed and must be rebuilt. The divinity of faith is determined by your connection with God and your fellowship of mercy. Through what you are willing to sacrice can be contained with Gods mercy. The teacher saw Maya had rare talent and entered her poem in a writing compaction. With enough said, this gave Maya the condence to write more poems. She kept her rst poem in the Bible. It meant a lot to have a gift God gave her and this was her calling. Maya would read her poems to everyone. It was now junior in high school she was in the Miss America pageant. Maya was chosen by her peers to be there. Maya thought the pageant would be a disaster where everyone would laugh at her and make fun of her because she was from the
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ghetto. Maya decided to read her poem she wrote in the third grade for the pageant for talent. There was complete silence and after the poem there was applause. Maya won the pageant with the support of everyone. Maya began to use her spare time writing poems and sharing them with the church. Maya vocation was to write if it meant she would touch the life of a child and maybe create the promise that they too would use poetry to create insight and to make a favorable impression on the life of a child. It takes a village to raise a child. It takes love and support to make dreams possible. Note that despite all obstacles, of poverty, drugs, violence, hate crimes if you set your mind to it and you believe in your dream it can become a reality.
Gestures It was imaginable. It was that thing. The notion of remarkable imagery. It was a mark like no other mark that has an imprint on my mind. It is a mark that has traveled throughout history. A mark of burdens. It represents character. It describes a movement. It was no ordinary mark. No. It was a mark that was passed down from generation to generation. It was a mark of indignation. It was a ridicule of hatred. People have been spit on, cursed at and beaten and that mark represented a movement. It was a mark of persecution. Where witches have gone on trial for neglecting social standards. The mark stood obsolete from the pen marks. A spiders web draped from the wall. A cob web dangled from the wall unnoticed. But this mark; represented all the pain my ancestors faced throughout history to be recognized through this mark. The mark was someone disturbing because I could not gure it out. It was different. A wall did not disserve to be so distinguished. It was different than anything I had ever come across. It bothered me to discover something that represented a rite of passage. It was a journey in time. It described the evolution of man slowly making its mark in history. How a mark could eluded me so much pleasure. I was pleased to see something different that reminded me of my past that I could not quite understand the truth behind it. The imagery eluded my imagination. I stared at the mark on the wall and it
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had moved me. It made me feel welcome. No other wall in the house had been so privileged to having this mark. The mark had a favorable impression to me. I saw my personality and years of undulation that made me cry, made me angry which resulted in laughter. The mark on the wall represented the conict between race and gender. I know it represented indignation and denial to conformity. To get excited; it represented the right to protest because it granted me the right to do so. The mark actually made me fearful. I was scared to reveal this mark to the world. It would have to be kept a secret. If anyone knew this secret, man would destroy the purpose behind it. I decided to cover the mark with year of frustration. I would imagine it never existed. The more and more I wanted to hide it, the power behind the mark was noticeable. I could not hide it. No. It was too relevant to hide. Other people have seen the mark. It was prevalent it existed. No one gured it out like I did. It is amazing how so many people passed this wall and never noticed how beautiful a mark in history had changed man. No one could relate to it. It never crossed their minds that such a mark reected their fate. The mark on the wall will leave its mark in history and historians will make gestures without psychiatrist really studying the beauty of it.
Story It was a hazy day. It was no ordinary day. A fog overcast down on a small town in Mississippi. It was predicted the uncertainty of a storm to come. Lycia was in no mistaken mood of discovery. She was hot. She was together and had it made. Her hair was always right. Her dress was well cultured. Her attitude was preppie. Lycia was no ordinary girl. She indeed was special. Today would make a difference in her life. It had been mid-noon and a heavy overcast of dark sky set the mood. Lycia greeted her friends to coffee with a bagel at Starbucks. Diane presently pretended to be Lycias friend. She was on a mission. They had the kind of friendship driven by competition of who could
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out speak who, only Lycia could bark the loudest and Diane could had small talk with a little bite. Each of Lycias friends had much play. They had many boyfriends and believed in playing the eld. Lycia never believed in playing games. Lycia had the same boyfriend since college. What are up, chicks? exclaimed Lycia. They all replied, Me! and they laughed. Kim kept quiet. Lycia wondered, What is wrong with you, girl? Why so quiet? Kim proclaimed with a long face that she lost her best friend. Lycia knew she acted differently lately and had to go deeper to nd out what was going on. Doris padded Kims back, Itll be all right girl. Just wait. As if she knew something. Late that evening, rainfall trickled from the sky. Doris found something in Kims journal giving secret information about a bad relationship with Kims XO. Doris found she wrote letters in her journal as if she was talking to (him)? The journal talked about how Diane crept with Lycia man of 5 years and how she hoped it would work out and that she did not want to hurt Lycia. She took the pregnancy stick and was pregnant. Doris called up one of her friends dreaming up a scheme to set the record straight of events to happen. Her best friend David was gay and acted as if he knew had to dream of vengeful devious schemes. Everyone knew this about him. Thunder escaped passes a dust of wind as if rain met its mate. Doris and David planned to reveal the secret to Lycia that her best friends, Chris, went on the down low with Kim and were expecting a child. They planned for confessions to be made at the house party on Lycia anniversary. Dian felt if she had to nd out the juice had to explode at the right time. They planned to show diary and all that happened that led up to breaking them up hoping she would leave this cheater and ending her friendship. Lycia was so in love she said she had planned to marry Chris. Kim was always jealous of Lycia. Lycia had everything she wanted including a good man. Kim would embellish attitude at times. Lycia would give Kim the clothes off her back to help her cousin out. Kim
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knew this. Kim always felt pretentious. She wanted more. She wanted what Lycia had and so she stole her man with a baby. How nave a scam to get ahead. Lycias friends planned the works, as usual, for Lycia anniversary party. Everyone would be her guest. It had been cold and snow fell from the heavens above. It was winter and the day planed had as much doubt and confusion. Champaign was poured by the host to give a toast to the glorious occasion. To their surprise; Chris got on one knee when Doris came up with the diary questions to propose the toast. David exploded with the truth before any more details were let out. Doris got her face slapped by Kim as she ran outside. Lycia started to cry and told everyone to leave. It is not the time for this, thought Doris. Well, well, thought Lycia. How could you, of all people do this to me? Lycia asked Chris, When I expected more out of you. I thought you were special? And now leave me destitute with an incubate by your cousin? By the look of Chris stoic face expression, it looked like he had some explaining to do. Doris and David scheme was a cold game to play on family. They knew this now. It was not the right time; but something had to be said. A cry of silence dispersed energy of the moment to gesture innocence had broken ties to bitterness. Lycia just did not get it. She knew how much she loved Chris and had to let him make a decision or the right choice and until he had made a decision she must wait. Chris told Lycia that he was sorry. While Lycia was keeping busy, she lacked keeping company in her man. Chris needed someone there for him and only Kim could keep him company as a close friend. Amber planned a baby shower for Kim. Lycia picked up pink and blue clothes she thought would look right on her great grandniece or nephew. The dark past of deception left the aria with hope and faith. It was important that joy would overcome hate in spite what happened. Chris and Kim were making the relationship work due to the baby. Many tearful years had passed since Aisha could be herself again.
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She kept a cheerful eye on her friends for now on. She had to watch her back from devious friends. It became hard to trust. Lycia knew she was different and because of that she made enemies fast. It was this that Lycia found why her friends played the eld. They were waiting to choose from the rst real thing to come and then they would have found true happiness.
Confessions They say, millions have had some type of abuse in their life time. For me, I have a dark past. I too was abused in my life time. I vision the abuse. Sometimes the voices are louder than other times. Flash back. I could have been yet one year old placed in bed with my neighbor. The abuse can happen with anyone. This time, I was too young to know how my body was made. I had to have been shown by someone I barely knew. Doctors say my body had been made that way since child birth. I never heard of having a body like a whore and being born into it. I had not been ve years old in the hood when some stupid boy wanted to play house. I did not know how to play house. It seemed to be a fun game, at rst. I was misleading into being the mom and he dad in bed. By the time I was nine years old, my parents were being sued because I was immature. To prove their law suit wrong I had been misled by my brother. It was a critical mistake that would burn my life away. The neighbors asked to rape me. I did not know how lass Vegas were. I thought all girls were whores in this city. When I found out none of them wanted to be a whore, I found my place in the church. Funny, how my mother thought I brought it upon myself to be treated that way. I was eve that gave Adam the apple, mom always thought. I asked boys to rape me. I asked girls to call me a slut. It could have been provoked. I needed more time to reclaim my childhood. I did not ask to be picked out. It was a curse that stool with me. It is a mistake that could have been adverted, so critical in my life. A difcult decision that cursed me with the scarlet letter. What had been done was neglect. People want to now know if I am gay. Why I am not married and have kids. I never knew a boy who did
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not want a serious relationship. I had been afraid of boys. I had been ten years old when the boy wanted to play doctor. Like house; there is no difference. It was a matter of time before he seduced me and was caught at it. I was in junior high, when the boys started asking me out. The boys in the hood only wanted sex. Boys only were about one thing and that was sex. It was a conversion. He forced open the door and backed me on the couch, kissing me all over. I thought at rst it felt good under stress, only to ask him to back off. It was not right. My rst kiss was my darkest. He spit down my back. It was infatuation. Mom would tell me that I was about nothing and unless I led on to those boys I would never amount to anything. The church supports marriage and having a family. I was always afraid of boys and relationships. My family encouraged me, only with me, I felt insecure to their threats. I would avoid briengs with boys behind closed doors with no solutions. It was beyond what appeared to lead on attentions and appreciations to mislead intentions. It was a lack of communication. I wanted a relationship with a man, where we would talk and be friends. I needed to trust him before I gave it to him. I wanted to know I was loved intentionally. That the relationship was not controlling. I felt mom never taught me how to love. All the abuse, led to my insecurity. It was something I never knew how to act because mom never taught me to love. I thought he was after the money. He only wanted to use me. I felt all he was about was neglect and abuse. I needed him to make me secure. I needed to grow up and t this prole of maturation and stability that it was going to be alright. I was always afraid of being alone. I never was able to move on from my family on my own. I do not know what it feels like to take care of myself without my mom telling me how to live. She never taught me the basis of surviving on my own. That I need to be reminded by god and his religion practices to learn how to separate our difference and forgive that that concedes my past to assume the danger and challenges and encounter opposition. And until I learn to do this, I will be a liberal single. Is there anyone out there for me? I wonder...it is a metaphorical dispute
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Peer Pressure I have an anxiety problem. It started at a young age. My teacher will call on me and my heart beat would pound in fear of answering wrong. I was always afraid of people. I was afraid of speaking out because of the fear of consequences. Elementary, I spent most my time against the building wall. No one was willing to be my friend. It is crazy how children can abuse other children. I wanted to play with them, only, they ignored me and so I sat alone. When they did pay attention to me, it was to copy my papers. This was by junior high. They would get good grades if I let them copy mine. This is how I made friends with them, by sharing my work. I would often cheat for them. I would change their answers so I made friends. By high school, it got rough. The students made fun of the poor clothes I wore. I was humiliated so I stole my mom clothes to wear to school. I was admired for it. I was from the ghetto and my teachers thought my grades should be like my neighbors. My grades dropped. I had low self-esteem for being poor and stupid. It is hard when my councilors suggested I made friends and everyone ignored me. I sat in the library before school, lunch, after school and school assemblies to do work. Dad told me I did not have to study for poor grades. I realized he was right. Students poured water in my chair. One student pulled my desk to the front of class. Students would hit me in my back as I passed by to go to class. Students would like let me turn in my assignments to the teacher. They were planning on me failing school with low grades like that. The most a drop out girl could be is a stripper or with children on welfare. I was determined to graduate out of the ghetto. College was different. Delusional that I was honors in high school, I worked harder for my grades and it improved. The voices were still there calling me a loser and questioning whether I deserved to be a college student. They made comments about my poor dress. I paid for college with my disability check. I was told I was a loser and I made it that far because of my parents. I always felt I made those grades because I worked hard for them. I was not someone they just passed up from special Ed each year. I was the person who went the extra mile that made the difference. I read the book and did the homework
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on my own. I did not want to become an individual; homeless and a loser. I wanted to make a difference in my life and with the lives of others. I wanted to become a teacher. I have been harassed. I had food thrown at me. I have gotten beat on. I never wanted to be a quitter.
Street Scence Growing up in the ghetto street of Vegas can be rough. A friend told me to watch my back. I was walking to a friends house when gangs pulled up beside me and wanted to take me for a ride. I told them I had a jealous boyfriend. I was too young to have a boyfriend at the time. Girls stared with having boy friends at the early age of three. I could not walk the street were not safe, a boy threw his toy train at me and scabbed my head. I ignored it. It was just a boy. My brother and I had been learning to shoot a bee gun, when the neighbors from the back started throwing rocks at me teasing sounds. My mom sent him back outside until he won the ght. With those neighbors, you never know. One day a kid went to retrieve her ball from the same neighbors back yard and I heard gun shots with the women screaming that anyone dare come to her back yard. She was known as the crazy lady. A friend warned me of the boys that just want you for that thing. She said that the boys will ask you for a cup or sugar or water while mowing your lawn or washing your car just to get inside your house to get next with you. Boys were ringing my door bell like crazy by the time of puberty. I wanted it to all stop. Boys would buy my friends and me ice cream for favors. My friend always warned me of strange men wanting give me rides that are my daddys friends. She said they cannot be trusted either. Good thing she told me this. There were grown married men that are my friends that wanted give old pappy daddy some. The streets are worse feared of prostitution and gang violence. Just last week people were shot by a drive by at the school. The boys would practice basketball at the school during the summer. Today, it seems no one meets there. The streets are not safe. The other day I witnessed a couple of friends die of gang violence in their front yard. Drugs are bad habit in the ghetto. Families are generation welfare or drug addict.
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Friends told me when you grow up you have a choice to either be a hair dresser, a stepper, on welfare with kids, a made, or a cashier. A garbage dump and engineering building was built providing hope to some of the boys who were in prison to get a job. It is hard to survive out fourth generation poverty. We are decedents of slaves. Many of us attend church to pray and ask for forgiveness of our sins. Prayer is a light at the end of the tunnel to hold us together. It is rough growing up in the ghetto. It is hard to leave.
Thought You Had It Bad I have never been in love with Chris. Chris was a memory from my past that I always regretted. It seems to me we were never Involved In a relationship. He and I were friends. I made a pact with my brother that I would never date his friends, my girlfriends brothers or my girlfriends ex-boyfriends. Chris was off limits. I am not in love with Chris. I have mistaken him form a memory of someone from my Imagination of a make believe love from my dark past. I had been delusion about my past. I am confused. I remember playing with him and doing other things. It is all in my mind and not said to be reality. I feel I have no one in my life. I have my family. At times, my niece is more grown than I am. I like to listen to hip hop videos. I like their words and musical back ground. Listening to hip hop music reminds me of having friends I grew up with. My friends and I would always dance to music while we were together. I miss all my old friends. We all moved on. I like to listen to music. I write music and paint oils. Through my poems I reach out to others. When I listen to slow music, I have
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fantasy relationships spending time with older men. I blame Chris for destroying my life. Chris did not do anything to hurt me. I need to stop blaming others for my own mistakes. I am the blame my life is like this. If only we never met. I dream of the noble peace prize in writing or getting a Grammy someday. This too is a fantasy of mine. I do not remember Chris In a close relationship. I guess Chris wonders where we went wrong from me keeping from him so long. I miss Chris. I felt I could really trust him. I had faith in him. I could talk to him about anything and he was a quiet listener. I dream of being a celebrity. I want to feel Important. I want to be admired. I feel more criticism from people against me helping others like Jesus. I hear a lot of people condoning me for what I write. I am afraid of getting hurt. It would be nice If Chris did not jack his pennies off every morning. I feel said when he does this. I catch Chris In action all the time. I used to masturbate myself until I realized how sick this was. I have changed to a child of God. I admit people are right. I used to shop lift. I would steal clothes by changing the price tag to pay a lower price. I never got caught doing this. This too stopped. I am a child of God. I woke up once with Chris lying in my bed. It scares me. The thought of someone kissing my cheek while I sleep and running away. I imagine a prostitution ring in my sleep people kissing me and running away and Chris my pomp getting paid for it. I thought I got pregnant. I do not know who my babys daddy is.
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Maybe its father came from my sleep. I never visibly saw anyone having sex while I lie awake. My neighbors would ask me to be a hooker. I thought it was from being In Vegas life. It was not. Chris told them I would be a good hooker selling my body. The church saved me from behaving this way. My friends would ask If they could be my pomp and for me to stand on the corner while they get paid. I just cried and went home. I would only want to surround me around positive people. I see them no more. I have a choice as an adult to either live with my parents or be homeless on the street. I chose to live with family. It can be harder living on the streets alone. I would like to be active in school, only, I get nervous around people. I begin to hear voices in my head. I am not mentally a right to hear the voices. I rather stay at home in quiet reading or writing poetry. At one point in my life I thought I wanted to commit suicide. I could never do this though. I could never overdose on pills. I like living too much. I get sad at times living my life this way. I like being around people I can change lives. Chris had a way on turning the heat on my feet in the car that would make me excited. He could unzip his pants while eating dinner or spiting in my drink that made me thinks of Chris. Sometime I would go to the store and look down and my zipper was undone. Men can be Hippocrates whistling at young people. There were no records of signs of abuse growing up. Chris wanted to raise my child as a step child into prostitution. I could not let this happen. He wanted to raise his children on my
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Inheritance and not do anything for my child. Chris gave all my children an abortion. He did not want me to have children of my own. I would be a base case raising his brothers kids In and out of prison getting raped and beat up by his kids and him not care. I could not let this happen. Mom only liked Chris because he had money. Mom was crazy about Chris. She would beat me with a belt until my skin had red web marks all over. She always said it was for my own good and she was doing this because she loved me. She would slap me in the face and beat me if I did not clean right. I was beaten for bringing home low grades. I was beaten for not seeing Chris. If I cried, I was beaten for feeling sorry for myself. I was a good child. I did whatever mom asked because of my religion. I love my family and I would do whatever to keep us as a family. The doctor found a lymph node in my chest. It does not have cancer In It now. It has to be monitored. I could not hate Chris for his Intentions. I could only pray for him
Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true There are various cliques one must achieve to be accepted in college and when there is a class of ambivalent scholars, the life they lead is a relic of success. American life can be judged instead of a shoulder to cry on. It is of scholarship and rebirth. People yearn to assimilate gift and talent. Making a world of competition a measure to succeed. What fails to mediate understanding groups tend to nd their own way.
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What happened to you? Could have happened to me What I cannot touch Blind eyes can see Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true The drifters There are the drifters who wear black all the time. The drifters are known to be wired. Drifters love to smoke and eat healthy. The drifters will pierce every part of their body. They are known to wear tattoos. The world is consumed with wealth in that sometimes it nurtures its own ability to reason. We are often tied down to material things that are impartial to the code of life. A skittle, a skittle, I saw a dirty black cat With the energy of the sun Who could run, fun, dumb And never skipped a meal And then some Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true The jocks There are the jocks and dancers who are in the in crowdThe jocks are the ones who always have the most fun. Last week they trashed a freshman in the locker for walking down senior hall. Everyone knows them. Everyone admires them. Some say they are dumb. Some say they are the most popular. It is the same with the dance teams on campus. The girls have a reputation for being loose. The girls rule the campus. A rose is but a rose when embodied by envy and pride. Sometimes it humiliates the specter from what is desired in life. The security blanket become within its own diverse entity.
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A ticket a tasket I saw a dirty rasket It went zoom, zoom, zoom On my junket Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true Groupies There are the bands that are the class groupiesThe groupies are the kind that like to have fun. Music is what they speak. Music surrounds them. Music is their passion to rock. Sometimes our world is consumed with differences, in different thoughts and different ways the meaning of unity is engrained amongst activity. What is profound is to relate to a commodity of respect. A shopping spree A scared dollar Not a day gone by Pocket book getting fatter Life goes on Without a day past spent Money replaced by selling since Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true Preppies There are the honor students that are the preppiesThe preppies wear their clothes differently. Preppies dress is oxford collar shirts with plaid pants and doll shoes. The preppies have an attitude and an authority to demand respect. In the midst of a storm, there is a spirit of youthfulness and hope. The spirit only asks to listen to its humility and to accept its courage. My back ache My bra too tight
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My hips shake From left to right To the left To the right To the left, right and left Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true Class Clowns There are the mists that are the class clownsquestions the uncertainty of human spirit. They lack affection in the need of attention. To be mistaken for ignorance, they anticipate progress. They thrive for salvation a quota of humility and happiness. Down, down baby Down by the roller coaster Big, big daddy Dont let it go Shimmy, shimmy, CoA pox Shimmy, shimmy wild Shimmy, shimmy CoA pox Deep down south Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true Losers There are the drop outs that are the losersThe drop outs are the ones who are smart in school but with no interest for learning. The drop outs are there to party. They are the ones noted for disrupting class activity with intellectual remarks. I been watching them Rome by My, my, my one caught my eye The brother had much swagger
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I had betrayed my brother Taken by honesty To recognize my reection Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true Valley Girls There are the wealthy that are the valley girlsThe valley girls talk a certain way. The valley girls are known to set dress trends and the direct the dichotomy of the school. The valley girls plead for mercy and demand justice. Their perspective designates truth. Boom, shake, lake, shake Bam, wane, Anna, Anna Met this man Went way down south Hollered rump shaker Lip, locker, fast talking Man stalker says boom, boom, and boom Blue black skies I am one of you A mistaken identity Pride, trivia or true Drifters, Jocks, Groupies, Preppies, Clowns, Losers, Valley Girls The presence of depending on one another for help, one must learn how to ask for help and know how to use others for positive gain. Life is measured by convocation of communication or the desire to want change. We must learn to immediate cultural difference to make advances. Scene Two
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Newer Old School Dance, Rock 8 times Feel the beat snake 3 times Rock 4 times Snake 3 times Do the Lacoste steps 5 times Now 2 step 4 times Rock 2 times Now buttery roll Buttery one leg The other leg buttery And roll it out 5 times Now 2 step Pac man those feet 6 times Electric dog 4 times And shake it off 5 times Feel the beat and wave each arm 2 times Rock 5 times Roll 5 times and slide each side 2 times Hold each time Do the pee wee Herman And spin Worm 4 times Pop lock that spin 4 times And now double Dutch 3 times And walk it off forward and backward And slide each side 2 times And tootsie rolls 6 times Moon walk to the back Lacoste walk to the front And jerk and jerk and jerk Pause Do that but, that but do that but And bounce that rock 8 times Do the freak, pause to the freak
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And jump back and forth 2 times Lola pop Jump back and forth 3 times Now cha 8 times Everybody freeze Now robot, Freeze Robot and break dance Dive and surf, dive and surf And strike a pose Do the splits and rock, rock, rock Our Love How I love thee As enchanted as time passes You are forever in my memory Through every sentiment sigh of retrieval Compassion expels happiness Valued in each kiss I yearn for your warm caress Missing the sentimental token An epiphany of treasure unspoken In captivated by words of choice That persuades meaning In how I conceive you My heart thrust compassion Consumed in lust In dire need of every mood My soul craves harmony In unity of a companion Who cares for me?
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Failing to meet your desires You beat me with your st You curse me with your anger You train my mind to obey I cannot handle my fate Before I lie dead in your possession Mourning over a loss of a love one is a traumatic experience and yet it can pull a family closer together. I understand my parents love and care for one another a whole lot. Faith is what brings a family closer. However; I can recall my youth. I remember the troubled times like when my parents always argued over money expenses. Mom always wanted to give the family good things. She always said it did not make since to live in poverty. Dad only wanted to move in a house away from the ghetto. I recall memories of my parents ghting over little things always in arguments that led to harmony and forgiveness. My mother talked with friends about nding notes in my fathers pockets from other women. She thought he was cheating on her. Commitment was important for their marriage. It turned out my parents loved each other a whole lot and they stayed married for 43 years. Marriage was also important to my great grandparents who remained married for over 75 years. My parents held down two jobs in my youth to take care of the family. They were always busy with work. We only spent time on weekends. Throughout the week I recall my Dad coming home drunk and my mom was at work until 2 am in the morning. My brother stayed at home to take care of me. Through this ordeal; I feel they did what was right to live comfortably. It was all about making ends meet. My family spent Sundays at church. Church was our foundation in spiritual relief. I would pray for health and happiness. God granted condolence throughout the years for moral support. As I grew older, my family began to become more distant. Our values began to change. My mom let a male friend come between families. I always resented her for this.
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After my brother died I realized that family mattered the most. My mom is my fathers neck in the family. She convinced us that family is important no matter what happens that family should bind. Today; I nd my family sharing more and more time together. Dad talks to his mother 4 times a week. Mom calls her only sister 5 times a week. Weekends remain family oriented. Family meals are important. It is a time to consolidate and council one another. I would never think I would marry. I want to marry and have kids now more than ever, because, with family I will nd spirituality in life through God.
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Infatuation is where one person out of spite does not have the same feelings of the other person. It is where it appears to be true love to some; but to others it is a fatal attraction. I met someone in junior high school who was infatuated over me. Ever since meeting him, my life has been a disaster. I could not breathe without his permission. I could not lead a life unless he approved it was alright. Since high school, I lost all friendships with everyone I knew. I was sent to a therapist to talk about my feelings. Family thought I had a difcult time expressing my love for someone I could care less about. It is psychotic to not have relationships with anyone. My parents insist that I have one friend who is his sister and I not date or even conceive thought about marriage and kids unless it is with him. And so I live a life as a basket case. I do not want to go back to him because it is a fatal attraction. I cannot allow his family to control me and yet they control me and he is not around. I live a life of paranoia because everyone tries to remind me of him. Everywhere I go I am called immature because I am not in love with this man and I refuse to encounter any contact with his family. My real wish is for him to leave me alone. I am not able to enjoy my life because of the paranoia surrounds me. I escape into a world where I am isolated, so isolated my screams do not matter. I wonder am I treating him wrong. If I got pregnant by someone else, am I in such psychosis they want to steal my child so I can raise his child. I wonder, is he stocking me? Can I call the police on him and order a restraining order, while I know he is never around and it is my imagination he is? If you ever loved someone and they do not feel the same, please let it go. There is nothing like having a baby with someone you love. I can only imagine having a baby. What would natural child bearing be like? It would be special feeling in that you know you care for what is inside you. There is a special attachment to having a baby form inside of you, grow inside of you, touch you deeply. Every time you eat the baby is tugging on your cord, kicking inside of you.
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You cannot say anything bad about the babys father. If you do you will begin to imbalance your walk as your foot skips across the oor. If you think bad things about the babys father, you will begin to drop things out of your hands, breaking glasses, throwing papers. An instant reex. Every morning you will awake to morning sickness, gagging your throat like you want to throw up and nausea will come too. Every time you think of the babys father you will begin to smile as the baby smiles too inside. Your every action is affecting the baby inside of you. The baby will miss his siblings, to a prior abortion and you will feel sad, to start to cry, as the baby cries inside of you. When you are ready for an ultra sound, you cannot hold water. You cannot hold water through the entire pregnancy. Often you go to the bathroom. Let us time your reaction to going to the bathroom to every 30 minutes. A sign of labor pains apart timed to every 30 minutes. You look on the ultra sound screen and you smile when you see their is a human on the ex-rays. You begin to contemplate do I want my baby. Shall I start a family? Your life is on hold. I lost one baby through abortion. Abortion kills. It is unethical to kill human life. The baby will transform my life from a child to become women. You begin to shop at the mall looking a baby clothes. You start to cry. You want children. You begin to walk at the park where there are children. You start to cry. You want children. Your niece comes by every weekend and you set up projects like the baby you want to have. No one realizes what is going on. You wanted a child of your own. You cannot take the thought of your baby through e suction sucked out of you like a vacuum cleaner to kill your child. God anticipates your next move. You decide, papa doesnt preach - I am keeping my baby.
My biggest struggle Was getting over you While you controlled my life I lie in death Longing for your return To be fooled our love
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Meant something To both of us My biggest struggle Was letting go I wanted to believe You needed me In your life To make life complete You left me destitute Like a prostitute My biggest struggle Is to carry on Like we had no meaning Missing you Getting over you My biggest struggle Was replacing you When it seems there is No better than you My biggest struggle was Getting over you Struggle, la, la, la Struggle getting over you La, la, la Getting over you The most enjoyable part of life is your youth. No one shall take away fund memories created from you as a kid. I recall memories of playing in the street kick ball and stick ball. The fun of the games was to see how fast you can run and how hard you can make a home run. I recall memories of the pap cycle man or rushing down the street to stop the truck to get the ice cream of your choice. And I remit the candy lady. Every hood had a candy lady who sold your choice of anything imaginable.
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I recall memories of the curfew allowed you to stay outside until 1 a.m. Where there would be block parties held late at night on the street or at the park blasting music and everyone you knew and did not know was there. I recall memories of playing doctor because everyone knew they wanted to be either a doctor or a lawyer. I recall learning the newest dance moves and then making new ones that steps would be shared around the nation. I recall memories of having slam books to share dreams with your friends. You would have to know everything about your friends in the slam book to include who you were going to marry, how many kids you will have, what you can will drive, where you will live and where you will work. I recall memories about the cube that had many combinations with your desire to solve the cube. And playing table tennis and Pac man on the television. Also playing football on a miniature score board. And also ping pong was a sport and a challenge. I recall memories like swimming in the park with church groups and friends while dunking each other in the pool and diving board stunts. I recall memories of watching sports like boxing when Muhammad Ali was the champ and the movie Rocky, Sharks, Star Wars and Saturday Night live was the in thing to see. I recall memories like wearing knickerbockers, halter tops and died designer jeans was fashionable. I recall memories in school where type writers were obsolete and the computer was viably new where we used oppy disk and computer paper with holes on its side were popular. Everything was hand written in so you may rewrite your paper without error many times before you got it right. I recall memories like Jackson 5; Motown and Madonna was number one artist in music All in all memories are relished today as a relic. It is a family tradition to celebrate a family meal on special holidays and throughout the year. No meal is prepared with hope like the one celebrated Christmas and Easter. This is a time to invite friends and family for this joyous occasion.
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The table is prepared with the ne china and napkin holders in brilliant colors of red, gold and green. Before dinner a special prayer is dedicated in honor of the occasion thanking God for his many blessings and gifts of having family and friends and food. Dinner is served in a buffet style. People begin to engage on stuffed turkey roast, corn pudding, candied yams with marshmallows, turnip greens with turnips, homemade rolls and your choice of ice cream and homemade lemon cake or apple pie made from scratch. It is a pleasure to see everyone indulge in good company and good conversation with enough food to last the next few days. Even New Year is celebrated with good intentions. Everyone has to have a New Year revelation. For New Years, a special dish is made of black eyed peas for good luck, greens for money and cabbage for good spirits. It is an African American tradition which is all in good spirits wishing well for the upcoming New Year. I vaguely trace your appearance A distorted gurine from the past Blotches of ink splotches across the canvass Splotches of oil dances life to an unknown postulant Imagery emerges a distant path of discovery Fading fast True love is not something you can come across easily. True love is reserved for someone who stands out and is special. I fell in love with my old classmate when I was 15. We were said to be a match made in heaven. We had so many qualities in common. He swept me off my feet. I did not know love hit me until many years later. He was a good man. He spent time walking me home after school. We spent endless hours on the phone courting. Even if we had nothing to say to each other we enjoyed one anothers company. We studied together and went places together. He always supported me even if I was too busy studying and could not nd the time for him; he swore I got his heart. Through good times and bad, he remained in my memory. I still think of him sometimes about what we had together. He is now married with kids and will never know I still have feeling for him. Scene Four
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HIV Aids, By American youth are engaging in sex acts as teenagers. This is dangerous to think about. Over the years Americans were addressed with Aids, while primary decease of having herpes, scabs or virginal itching were more aware than Aids. Confusion Doubt Emotionally stressed Venerable inherit Painfully assist Damper horizon Moderately sensed Modied solution Dangerously ad missed Tranquil upset Fervently blessed Inhale jeopardy Externally confessed Imagery, a concept Figuratively obsessed A silent memorial A gesture remised A time remised A time remised A time remised A time remised A time remised (silence) Im out Aids were started in Africa where the virus was wide spread and troubling from exposed monkeys. Aids existed prior to when it was rst known. The health care crisis made aware that Americans had Aids; only, it was not as detrimental as it is known now. The epidemic created a natural prevention measures to disturb the spread of Aids.
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Red tepid water Drains through building Blocks of slothful thought. Thrust winds, rain, sleet build Red energy from lightning in The sky moldering in deception. A scented red rose with Long thickly sharp prongs Speak of gayety pride. A red liquid imprint from An old newspaper personal Dreary advertisement of a same sex ad. A tornado battled winds blew Down the red old country barn In depravity of old tired accusations. Awakening death dreary dark Black clouds with tiers of Red voices speak of Despair, agony and fear. Red sun rays piercing Confused signs of life of A lustful inquiry. Chilly air rips through The wear and tear Of a red old Withered Jacket Beaten And Denied. It is known that Aids kills. Celebrities like Johnson, made it aware that anyone can fall a victim from the disease. Aids are active participants with gay men and lesbian women who do not practice safe sex. It spreads with having multiple sex partners and unsafe sex. It can be a result from using bad needles intervening in drug addicts.
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How I love thee As enchanted as time passes You are forever in my memory Through every sentiment sigh of retrieval Compassion expels happiness Valued in each kiss I yearn for your warm caress Missing the sentimental token An epiphany of treasure unspoken In captivated by words of choice That persuades meaning In how I conceive you My heart thrust compassion Consumed in lust In dire need of every mood My soul craves harmony In unity of a companion Who cares for me? Failing to meet your desires You beat me with your st You curse me with your anger You train my mind to obey I cannot handle my fate Before I lie dead in your possession
It is important that people practice safe sex. It was noted in high school students that condoms are distributed to prevent sex deceases.
I We have been taken as an enemy of all In prison our ability to communicate with God We have mistaken our old tired lies Creating fear within our delicate skin
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II Drugged addicts holding us back Alienating a rafters dark steps The ghettos furious life sentence Devious of the calm waters III We entrap our minds in dissolute times An image of a storm perturbs warm waters A roots bough underneath the soils foil A shadows emerges a hallow path IV To taste its breath of poisons air Hovering silence embrace for peace Times client is an admissive stare Ghostly hands deplete death entrapment V Ghastly sign of escape of insanity Trying to vacate his unsought welcome The river trails defeat and dele voices behind His huge plow hands hold in singes of dirt VI His back hold gashes of violet sups of blood His heart meditates for a savior The dark night encloses desire to be free Lord, grant me strength VII Perilous dreams deferred Envious puppets emulate denial If tears could speak It speaks of fear
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VII Align the dark shores To compromise life in deception Hammering light conspiracy To position for failure VIII A quilt made of old tired jeans A sewn patch from each generation A coveted patch woven in gayety A smoldering vintage kept hot VIIII And in the middle of the day We would all exit The storm Amongst a clay of dust X And mother will bequeath love And nature will provide fruit And prayer will be inevitable truth And the new born will never speak in silence
Like Africa, I feel that the Caribbean should protect them from a decease that is detrimental to survival legacy. They deserve expertise advice to over a quarter million people it could affect. Like Africa, the Caribbean should be involved in education to make aware of Aids. In the Caribbeans, there should be precautions where vaccines sent out. In the Caribbeans, medical precautions to test for Aids should be available whether antonymous or out in the open. The humble agility Of a silent verse; Is the righteous grace And a humble virtue;
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As the Holy Ghost Is the divine spirit To my soul. To consume valor; To alter loss; Is an angels afrmation To the lost and departed. At the parting of day, In harmony with peace; A prayer inhibits Hope and love. A young innocent girl wanted a boyfriend. He pressured her into being with him. He wanted sex. One night after a date, the young boy offered to kiss the young girl. She thought she show him how much she cared for him. They engaged in a kiss that led to him having a discussion with her to his next move to take her virginity. Enthusiastically; he told her he whispered in her ear that loved her. He told her he was on medication. He told her he had a disease that he may have given her from swallowing his spit from kissing him. He admitted that now he had trapped her in being with him because she now shared the disease. She will now be medicated from this predatory affecting her for the rest of her life. A disease that may take her life. The temperament of the body Is at service to the soul We consume life through experience We alter death through salvation Aspiration is found through desire And destiny is met through transition. Precautions are not enough. It is everyone who suffers of victims of Aids. Kids are born of aids. Aids are a battle ground. Aids cause hostility and addictions. It is clear this is an argument that raises questions of how to be a good resource to handle the pressure of safe sex practices. Is awareness consistent with the spread of the disease in the value of preventing the disease? Aids, is that a gesture? Are you entitled to pass judgment based?
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On preconceived thoughts? Is the circulation of thoughts based on? Rumors? Do you judge because you do not care to understand my Position? Is it because you never got to know me and do not care? Can You really tell by rst impression that I am different? Is it my outward? Appearance, you base judgment that I t those stereo types? Can you Tell by looking at me, what you do not like about me? Is it my outward? Appearance you hesitate to retaliate towards? Must we bargain with a Liturgy? Is it something I said that youre against? Is it over something? Someone said about me that has got you all red up? Did I not follow? Through based on your ideology of reasoning that frustrated you? Is it Right to judge, because of how I acted out that you must try to change To your preferences? Shall I admit something is wrong with me? How Does one respond to stereotypes? I am who I am. It is said that the AIDS disease began as an epidemic after a virus from a monkeys from Africa. In fact; AIDS may have begun before then. It was led by people who had gay/lesbian sex partners or multiple sex partners. It once was common with the stars and athletes to do so. It spread out worldwide. Many Africans Americans have spread and been effected by this virus for having unsafe sex practices, multiple sex partners and gay/lesbian sex. It is also known to spread from drug abuse. In fact the virus can occur from intramural usage from the same needle. It can easily be transmitted at a doctors ofce from a use of a bad needle or even unsanitary practice that if a doctor does not wash his hands and the dentist who does not keep a sterile environment for his patients. The Aids virus can spread easily by coughing on someone or having immediate contact. It is encouraged that medicine cannot heal but help the spread of Aids. Medicine can sustain healthy living and make one live longer. In the nineties, Aids became well known, because, so many reported deaths. There was no known cure for Aids at the time. It would be encouraged to have Aids education. It would be advised to use condoms while engaging with any sex partner. Some churches recommend not having sex until after marriage and being loyal with your one sex partner, your spouse. Commercial ads request that people having open sex to wrap it up. There are male and female
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condoms to help practice safe sex. Some politicians recommend masturbation or using sex tool safe practices on oneself. There are other alternative than practicing safe sex without having intercourse to meet sexual arousal. If you had respect for yourself and others, you would get tested for the Aids virus. If you had respect for yourself and others, you would inquire about nding out if your signicant other has the Aids virus before you have sex. May your soul be lled with Gods wisdom? To become an apprentice of faith May your heart be touched by nature? To live by Gods words of hope To encourage others to be followers of God May spiritual education open the door to a closed mind? To not be perturbed of evil To become enriched in fate to guide the blind So he too may seek holy spiritual freedom Become a PR actioner of faith Where hate is abandoned in fear of God To be a protectorate from evil To defend the belief of the Church Where young minds can understand Gods leadership For religious purposes of a spiritual creed That defends the nation against wrongful deeds of hate Where fate in God leadership to promote world peace May God protect the female holy veil for equality? Open her eyes, Open her soul to the covenant of God May men teachers May men be leaders? May men be role models? Of the family Of the community Of the church May man think of Church as an audacity of hope of the family? To anticipate the love and guidance of social freedoms God is my Shepard I shall not want As I walk through the valley of re I shall fear no evil
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God is my temperament May I profess the faith God gave me I believe he is the deliverer of my fate May God guide me from sin? As I live this journal to heaven. My story is that I kissed a boy for the rst time I hardly knew. After the kiss he tells me he has a virus and has now given it to me. He wants to be with me now that we die of the same virus thinking I am more committed once he gave it to me. Some gay people have same sex because of their culture, they have had same sex in prison or they had bad relationship with the opposite sex. Some people are gay because of contracting HIV and do not want to pass it on or is willing to marry outside their race and has rectal sex with their mate. Some gay people after encountering same sex cannot go back to heterosexual sex because they cannot feel it. Some gay people nd that after engaging in same sex they want children and can only have children with a gay person the opposite sex. Aids can be given easily if a person is not sanitary. The virus then can spread with multiple partners unprotected. HIV can spread from a cough, a hand shake or even from a bathroom exposure. It is important that you ask as much about things you are not sure about Aids. To love is to embody emotion to penetrate deep down in your soul. It is The emotion to love oneself; because one must love oneself in order to Allow others to love you. Love is feeling of greatness that you place God above oneself; because God it the gatekeeper of your soul. Are you Feeling me? Loving one means you are blessed that you feel good About you and you are doing right by God. Loving one means That you have an attitude of pride. You represent that feeling of Revelation that you have reached redemption of the mind, body and Soul. The way you carry yourself is how others will judge you. Love God, Love life and love one.