Woman of the night,
Hater of the light,
Soul not so bright.
Hides only where there is dark light,
Hides where she can’t be seen sight.
Of whom we abhor,
Of whom we have never found,
Of whom that has never made a sound.
‘Till this creature is found,
We all can go to bed safe and sound.
-Martin
Thursday, August 4, 2011
This Can't Be Goodbye
“Oh stop your crying it will be alright,
Just take my hand hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here don’t you cry”
That was our favorite song
But yours was
“Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens”
I sung it at your birthday party
Do you remember?
Your 75th birthday party?
Your family from Virginia was there
You were ecstatic
I remember crying
My crystal water drops falling upon my face
I didn’t know what I would do without you
Now you’re gone
Your body was placed 6 feet below
In a pitch black endless hole, you were being swallowed
Covered with dirt and moss
Body being eaten by bugs and worms
Now I can’t feel your soft skin
Hear your melodic voice
Or see your glowing face
I have to watch my first birthday tape
Just to get the pleasure to hear your voice
Call me your one and only baby
And see your face
For years you fought
And struggled to stay here
You would always put on a brave face
Always told me nothing was wrong
“Breezey, everything is ok. How was school?”
Tears streamed down my face when I saw you that way
You thought I never knew
I knew all along
I just never told you
You didn’t want me to worry
No matter how tired you were
You always kept me happy
Giving me piggyback rides when I was younger
Driving me back and forth from school to piano lessons to dance
Back hurting, hands swollen, coming home to take your daily deadly drugs
That slowly takes over your body until your numb
It didn’t matter
As long as I was happy and you saw a smile on my face
You were always that kind of person
Putting others first
Loved to be outdoors amongst the birds and the flowers
You would sit and watch them endlessly and study them for hours
If I could have five minutes the day you passed
I would give you the world
Tell you the reasons why I love you and everything we shared
I would hug you and kiss you on your cheek
I would tell you it’s ok to go and I’ll miss you
But no
You can’t fit a lifetime of memories into five minutes
You held on for so long
And there’s not a day that I don’t remember you strong
You were a veteran in the war
A strong leader
I might be selfish, but I wish you were back
Even if it meant losing you again
It’ll be worth all my tears
If you stayed just one more year
I wanted you to dance at my sweet sixteen
The father daughter dance
“Isn’t she lovely?
Isn’t she wonderful”
I know I’m not perfect
I know I’ll never be
I just hope you’re up there
And that you’re proud of me
I’m not the only one to has been affecting
Grandma has too
She cried and misses you
You two have been married for more than 40 beautiful years
But I haven’t seen her happier
She danced for the first time at your nephew’s wedding
The last time she danced was when you two for in the living room listening to the collaboration of percussion instruments; classical music
She was so happy
I wear your dog tags everyday
To remind myself I’m just like you
Your personality, talents, voice, and looks
Brianna Beverly
I have your name in mine
But
“If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my grandma outside her door
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep this is all I ever dream”
Even teenagers have childhoods and fairytales
Why can’t I have mines back?
Brianna Perrin
Just take my hand hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here don’t you cry”
That was our favorite song
But yours was
“Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens”
I sung it at your birthday party
Do you remember?
Your 75th birthday party?
Your family from Virginia was there
You were ecstatic
I remember crying
My crystal water drops falling upon my face
I didn’t know what I would do without you
Now you’re gone
Your body was placed 6 feet below
In a pitch black endless hole, you were being swallowed
Covered with dirt and moss
Body being eaten by bugs and worms
Now I can’t feel your soft skin
Hear your melodic voice
Or see your glowing face
I have to watch my first birthday tape
Just to get the pleasure to hear your voice
Call me your one and only baby
And see your face
For years you fought
And struggled to stay here
You would always put on a brave face
Always told me nothing was wrong
“Breezey, everything is ok. How was school?”
Tears streamed down my face when I saw you that way
You thought I never knew
I knew all along
I just never told you
You didn’t want me to worry
No matter how tired you were
You always kept me happy
Giving me piggyback rides when I was younger
Driving me back and forth from school to piano lessons to dance
Back hurting, hands swollen, coming home to take your daily deadly drugs
That slowly takes over your body until your numb
It didn’t matter
As long as I was happy and you saw a smile on my face
You were always that kind of person
Putting others first
Loved to be outdoors amongst the birds and the flowers
You would sit and watch them endlessly and study them for hours
If I could have five minutes the day you passed
I would give you the world
Tell you the reasons why I love you and everything we shared
I would hug you and kiss you on your cheek
I would tell you it’s ok to go and I’ll miss you
But no
You can’t fit a lifetime of memories into five minutes
You held on for so long
And there’s not a day that I don’t remember you strong
You were a veteran in the war
A strong leader
I might be selfish, but I wish you were back
Even if it meant losing you again
It’ll be worth all my tears
If you stayed just one more year
I wanted you to dance at my sweet sixteen
The father daughter dance
“Isn’t she lovely?
Isn’t she wonderful”
I know I’m not perfect
I know I’ll never be
I just hope you’re up there
And that you’re proud of me
I’m not the only one to has been affecting
Grandma has too
She cried and misses you
You two have been married for more than 40 beautiful years
But I haven’t seen her happier
She danced for the first time at your nephew’s wedding
The last time she danced was when you two for in the living room listening to the collaboration of percussion instruments; classical music
She was so happy
I wear your dog tags everyday
To remind myself I’m just like you
Your personality, talents, voice, and looks
Brianna Beverly
I have your name in mine
But
“If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my grandma outside her door
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep this is all I ever dream”
Even teenagers have childhoods and fairytales
Why can’t I have mines back?
Brianna Perrin
Individuality
Aoozo bil Allah min al shaitan al rajeem
Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
Alhamdulilah rabbil alameen
Ar Rahman nir Rahim
Maliki Yawmidin
Iyakanabudu wa iyaka nasteen
Idhi nas sirtal mustakeema siratal
Lazemma an amta alayhim
Gharil maghzoobu wa laz zuleen
Ameen
As she pulls out her musullah that resembles opals, it is hard yet comforting against her skin. Her heart beats fast as if she were running before hand.
She remembers those glances, hard and questioning,
She’s been put off to the sideline
As if she were up in the nosebleeds trying to peer down with squinty eyes to get a close up at the action posted down below,
Yet still she doesn’t understand.
She wants the burden to be released off of her shoulders
The feeling like stepping out of a hot shower as the cool airbrushes past her face
The water glistens down her body, and she feels renewed again
Unlike them she is unique, she is independent.
Being independent
That’s what makes me feel special
The fact that
I don’t have to depend on anyone but myself
But they’re there if I need them
It makes this intensifying feeling
This feeling inside twisting and bending
My inner thoughts
My conscious – To this imaginary maze
The feeling of you being pushed
By an invisible force
So you can step up
And share your talents to the world
When you be you
People will 'aaah' like Katy Perry’s fireworks
But my fireworks are blue
The color of the sky
So it can remind me of the endless possibilities
That I can partake in for my educational and personal journey
Being African-American
And Puerto Rican sometimes limits me
But also empowers me
Se que solo soy un para pero soy una chica vale ba pena lluchar por
It empowers me to not be another statistic
Feeling the sense to shine brighter than the sun
That power ignites my soul to the inner core
Making me explode
I am an orchid
In a bush full of weeds
As the smell of sweet candied apple
And white musk fills the room
People turn and stare
As the aroma
Of Egyptian oil captures your nose
It confines you
Not the scent of an ordinary girl
But of a proud Muslimah
Never permitting anyone to
Stray her from her destiny
She stands there in a grey and purple over garment
Concealing her body
As a silk purple hijab shields her head
Protecting her mind
She is far from the usual
She is a wingless butterfly
She may not pray everyday
Or read the Qu’ran as much as she should
But does that maker her a non-believer??
Nobody’s perfect!!
She has her imperfections
Imperfections that make her unique
As unique as a purple orchid
In a flowerbed of white roses
While I’m hearing the qualities that should embody me
Should I conform with society expects of me
Death sentencing my personality
I hang my head down low and walk
With the remaining world shallowly
Creatively dying, screaming in my soul
“Let me live for me”
Say everything that I feel should be said
Like listening to slow ballads about being your self
Christina Aguilera – Beautiful
“You are beautiful
No matter what they say”
Or to pop beats about the same
Who Says – Selena Gomez
“I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me”
Nanananaananananana
Individuality is what makes us one; it sets us apart from the crowd.
Whether it be the confident rapper or the long haired Heavy metal kid
Individuality reflects exactly who they are.
Some lose themselves to the written word, and are taken to a whole new dimension.
While others create there own digital 3 dimensional planet.
People can create beautifully orchestrated melodies with their bare hands.
But for others it is sufficient to put on a smile and have one million conversations
I am an individual and you are an individual.
Like a bowl of culture blending and forming a vast land of diversity and honor.
We are individuals sharing a common goal.
That is being someone we can feel positive about.
Regardless of our similarities and differences, we are all individuals.
-Roshanna, Brianna P., Olivia, Briannah L & Carlos
Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
Alhamdulilah rabbil alameen
Ar Rahman nir Rahim
Maliki Yawmidin
Iyakanabudu wa iyaka nasteen
Idhi nas sirtal mustakeema siratal
Lazemma an amta alayhim
Gharil maghzoobu wa laz zuleen
Ameen
As she pulls out her musullah that resembles opals, it is hard yet comforting against her skin. Her heart beats fast as if she were running before hand.
She remembers those glances, hard and questioning,
She’s been put off to the sideline
As if she were up in the nosebleeds trying to peer down with squinty eyes to get a close up at the action posted down below,
Yet still she doesn’t understand.
She wants the burden to be released off of her shoulders
The feeling like stepping out of a hot shower as the cool airbrushes past her face
The water glistens down her body, and she feels renewed again
Unlike them she is unique, she is independent.
Being independent
That’s what makes me feel special
The fact that
I don’t have to depend on anyone but myself
But they’re there if I need them
It makes this intensifying feeling
This feeling inside twisting and bending
My inner thoughts
My conscious – To this imaginary maze
The feeling of you being pushed
By an invisible force
So you can step up
And share your talents to the world
When you be you
People will 'aaah' like Katy Perry’s fireworks
But my fireworks are blue
The color of the sky
So it can remind me of the endless possibilities
That I can partake in for my educational and personal journey
Being African-American
And Puerto Rican sometimes limits me
But also empowers me
Se que solo soy un para pero soy una chica vale ba pena lluchar por
It empowers me to not be another statistic
Feeling the sense to shine brighter than the sun
That power ignites my soul to the inner core
Making me explode
I am an orchid
In a bush full of weeds
As the smell of sweet candied apple
And white musk fills the room
People turn and stare
As the aroma
Of Egyptian oil captures your nose
It confines you
Not the scent of an ordinary girl
But of a proud Muslimah
Never permitting anyone to
Stray her from her destiny
She stands there in a grey and purple over garment
Concealing her body
As a silk purple hijab shields her head
Protecting her mind
She is far from the usual
She is a wingless butterfly
She may not pray everyday
Or read the Qu’ran as much as she should
But does that maker her a non-believer??
Nobody’s perfect!!
She has her imperfections
Imperfections that make her unique
As unique as a purple orchid
In a flowerbed of white roses
While I’m hearing the qualities that should embody me
Should I conform with society expects of me
Death sentencing my personality
I hang my head down low and walk
With the remaining world shallowly
Creatively dying, screaming in my soul
“Let me live for me”
Say everything that I feel should be said
Like listening to slow ballads about being your self
Christina Aguilera – Beautiful
“You are beautiful
No matter what they say”
Or to pop beats about the same
Who Says – Selena Gomez
“I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me”
Nanananaananananana
Individuality is what makes us one; it sets us apart from the crowd.
Whether it be the confident rapper or the long haired Heavy metal kid
Individuality reflects exactly who they are.
Some lose themselves to the written word, and are taken to a whole new dimension.
While others create there own digital 3 dimensional planet.
People can create beautifully orchestrated melodies with their bare hands.
But for others it is sufficient to put on a smile and have one million conversations
I am an individual and you are an individual.
Like a bowl of culture blending and forming a vast land of diversity and honor.
We are individuals sharing a common goal.
That is being someone we can feel positive about.
Regardless of our similarities and differences, we are all individuals.
-Roshanna, Brianna P., Olivia, Briannah L & Carlos
Untitled (Dad)
It is me that cries a desperate cry for a man at night;
Attempting to peruse why I obtain this feeling that I cannot fight.
So, I deliberate with my independent mind, “Why do I want a man?”
And I speculate in my independent mind, “Why do I need a man?”
So, I ruminate to my independent mind, and I cogitate deep thoughts and I come to realize with these real eyes that this is because I longed for a man during my childhood; I did not have a father.
I grew into me from your seed but somehow you managed to uproot me.
See, I didn’t have a man to teach me about boys and how not to let them hurt me so,
I stand here longing for a man that would love me eternally. But he hurt me.
As I died inside, I watched him emotionally decimate the only woman I ever loved.
Standing bold, I told him if he didn’t want kids, he should have loved and hugged his glove.
When I turned 9, still naive to the fact that the man that was to raise me was still a child, I tried to make him want me.
I now know why I thought I was a mistake, I watched him hold back a slight grin as he told me he loved me.
He said he loved me?
I watched him treat my half-brothers as if they were royalty.
Tampering with my heart, he made me feel unwanted.
Dad, come back because I need you.
When I can’t love myself, who will?
Still, the little girl lives inside of me waiting to jump into her daddy’s arms and smell his distinct safe ensuring cologne.
So when monsters creep under her bed, she’s sure she’s not alone.
Dad, I need you, so come back.
I used to despise me because my face was you;
But your love for me was 16 years overdue.
My longing for your love gave me a drive for death.
This pain and emptiness once caused me to slit my wrist.
But, by the grace of God, I missed.
I couldn’t stop the pulsating life in my arm; bleeding and bleeding, but continuously beating.
I wish it would have worked when I had the nerve, and when I had the guts, but now I am stuck.
I yearned for a father that would take the time to love me when I was right;
I yearned for a father to love me when I was wrong.
I longed for a place in his heart where I was sure I could belong.
Soon, 11 years old with a dying mother, I got my first period.
I tried to tell dad that I was a woman now but his selfish ways prevented the care he should have for his only daughter and was captivated by his drive to take her heart and slaughter.
Nothing could appease or ease the pain of being unloved.
Would he care, please?
Hurting, I took care of my brother and tried not to let life knock me on my knees,
I wanted his attention so I... fought for another man; any other man’s attention.
I broke all the rules; I acted like an effin’ fool so he could get a clue.
Now 13, I thought he started to care, cause one day he knocked on my room door, I couldn’t believe he was there.
He dropped of $50 showing that indeed, he didn’t care.
He didn’t realize that I had bills to pay. He didn’t care that this body I was trying to understand was getting more complex.
I had a brother to raise; he started asking about sex.
He thought Daddy wasn’t here because he was with Mommy, but Mommy was dying.
Like the twin towers, my world came crashing down me;
It’s the worst dream every when your nightmare becomes a reality.
Life is my terrorist.
When you’re in 5th grade, you shouldn’t have to worry about this.
I started to fall apart and then, hoodwinked and bamboozled, I wake up in a hospital room.
Now here looking at the gleaming lights staring down at me, I realize with these “real seeing” eyes, that I am alive.
Although I wish I was dead, it’s not me.
I watch my mother lying in the death-inviting hospital bed; 6 doctors working on her,
Trying to restart the heart that once lived in her.
A tall man in a lab jacket walks in the waiting room and says she’s got cancer.
I cry more tears than a thirsty man longs for my water;
And watch my mom vanish.
Now, I’m 16 and I know that my longing for a father granted me growth in life.
And even though I miss her, I’m finally starting to get the picture.
Dad, I don’t need you anymore. The love that little girl desired, I now acquire from myself. Hopefully, these words have mended the heart of the little naive girl that lives inside of me.
I now realize with these matured real eyes that I always did have someone to hold me at night,
I always did have someone to help make my wrongs rights.
I realized that there was always someone who cared more about my life than I ever did and forever would.
I thought I needed my father, but she there the all along. I love my Mom.
-Courtney
Attempting to peruse why I obtain this feeling that I cannot fight.
So, I deliberate with my independent mind, “Why do I want a man?”
And I speculate in my independent mind, “Why do I need a man?”
So, I ruminate to my independent mind, and I cogitate deep thoughts and I come to realize with these real eyes that this is because I longed for a man during my childhood; I did not have a father.
I grew into me from your seed but somehow you managed to uproot me.
See, I didn’t have a man to teach me about boys and how not to let them hurt me so,
I stand here longing for a man that would love me eternally. But he hurt me.
As I died inside, I watched him emotionally decimate the only woman I ever loved.
Standing bold, I told him if he didn’t want kids, he should have loved and hugged his glove.
When I turned 9, still naive to the fact that the man that was to raise me was still a child, I tried to make him want me.
I now know why I thought I was a mistake, I watched him hold back a slight grin as he told me he loved me.
He said he loved me?
I watched him treat my half-brothers as if they were royalty.
Tampering with my heart, he made me feel unwanted.
Dad, come back because I need you.
When I can’t love myself, who will?
Still, the little girl lives inside of me waiting to jump into her daddy’s arms and smell his distinct safe ensuring cologne.
So when monsters creep under her bed, she’s sure she’s not alone.
Dad, I need you, so come back.
I used to despise me because my face was you;
But your love for me was 16 years overdue.
My longing for your love gave me a drive for death.
This pain and emptiness once caused me to slit my wrist.
But, by the grace of God, I missed.
I couldn’t stop the pulsating life in my arm; bleeding and bleeding, but continuously beating.
I wish it would have worked when I had the nerve, and when I had the guts, but now I am stuck.
I yearned for a father that would take the time to love me when I was right;
I yearned for a father to love me when I was wrong.
I longed for a place in his heart where I was sure I could belong.
Soon, 11 years old with a dying mother, I got my first period.
I tried to tell dad that I was a woman now but his selfish ways prevented the care he should have for his only daughter and was captivated by his drive to take her heart and slaughter.
Nothing could appease or ease the pain of being unloved.
Would he care, please?
Hurting, I took care of my brother and tried not to let life knock me on my knees,
I wanted his attention so I... fought for another man; any other man’s attention.
I broke all the rules; I acted like an effin’ fool so he could get a clue.
Now 13, I thought he started to care, cause one day he knocked on my room door, I couldn’t believe he was there.
He dropped of $50 showing that indeed, he didn’t care.
He didn’t realize that I had bills to pay. He didn’t care that this body I was trying to understand was getting more complex.
I had a brother to raise; he started asking about sex.
He thought Daddy wasn’t here because he was with Mommy, but Mommy was dying.
Like the twin towers, my world came crashing down me;
It’s the worst dream every when your nightmare becomes a reality.
Life is my terrorist.
When you’re in 5th grade, you shouldn’t have to worry about this.
I started to fall apart and then, hoodwinked and bamboozled, I wake up in a hospital room.
Now here looking at the gleaming lights staring down at me, I realize with these “real seeing” eyes, that I am alive.
Although I wish I was dead, it’s not me.
I watch my mother lying in the death-inviting hospital bed; 6 doctors working on her,
Trying to restart the heart that once lived in her.
A tall man in a lab jacket walks in the waiting room and says she’s got cancer.
I cry more tears than a thirsty man longs for my water;
And watch my mom vanish.
Now, I’m 16 and I know that my longing for a father granted me growth in life.
And even though I miss her, I’m finally starting to get the picture.
Dad, I don’t need you anymore. The love that little girl desired, I now acquire from myself. Hopefully, these words have mended the heart of the little naive girl that lives inside of me.
I now realize with these matured real eyes that I always did have someone to hold me at night,
I always did have someone to help make my wrongs rights.
I realized that there was always someone who cared more about my life than I ever did and forever would.
I thought I needed my father, but she there the all along. I love my Mom.
-Courtney
Reality
Some people think that dreams are real, some people think that what you see, touch, hear, taste, and smell is real but the scariest thing about dreams is when you wake up to nightmares.
Is everything he see’s a reality or is it all just a dream
To close he’s eyes and wake up to a place only familiar him is reality
The place he knows is home
That can only be reached when he see’s the darkness of a new beginning
Can this be real he thinks to himself as he soars beyond the expectations of the ones who criticize him for living in his reality
The heart and mind connect to make it possible for him to live in this dream people decisive as being real
Though he looks into the eyes of death and tells him I am real this is not a dream for others that take his words as advice he does not he is the one that protrudes past he visions just to wake up and say it was all just a dream
As he walks along this never-ending road of reapplication his mind formulates that is not real so he looks over the edge of this road and jumps as he falls he ponders upon the fact that this endless decent upon a new world is reality thus the actuality of it all is being able to fall and getting back up that is reality
To stay down is to create a dream you will never awake from, a life where you pretend to be alive though you have never lived, a world where you pretend to be someone else just to create your own visions of reality, he knows what reality and real people look like, though he has lived in a world so fake that the winters seem warm and the summers cold, trying to find where a young male belongs in this intertwining paradox of reality and actuality, friendship and bedrail , the stress of having to be fake just to fit in, what’s behind ones eyes is real, deep in the back of ones mind is where reality lies but only real eyes can realize the lies put forth on those eyes to see deep in the back of my mind.
-Michael R.
Is everything he see’s a reality or is it all just a dream
To close he’s eyes and wake up to a place only familiar him is reality
The place he knows is home
That can only be reached when he see’s the darkness of a new beginning
Can this be real he thinks to himself as he soars beyond the expectations of the ones who criticize him for living in his reality
The heart and mind connect to make it possible for him to live in this dream people decisive as being real
Though he looks into the eyes of death and tells him I am real this is not a dream for others that take his words as advice he does not he is the one that protrudes past he visions just to wake up and say it was all just a dream
As he walks along this never-ending road of reapplication his mind formulates that is not real so he looks over the edge of this road and jumps as he falls he ponders upon the fact that this endless decent upon a new world is reality thus the actuality of it all is being able to fall and getting back up that is reality
To stay down is to create a dream you will never awake from, a life where you pretend to be alive though you have never lived, a world where you pretend to be someone else just to create your own visions of reality, he knows what reality and real people look like, though he has lived in a world so fake that the winters seem warm and the summers cold, trying to find where a young male belongs in this intertwining paradox of reality and actuality, friendship and bedrail , the stress of having to be fake just to fit in, what’s behind ones eyes is real, deep in the back of ones mind is where reality lies but only real eyes can realize the lies put forth on those eyes to see deep in the back of my mind.
-Michael R.
Untitled (Beautiful)
She sits and ponders
Progressively contemplating
Whether or not she can realistically define herself as beautiful.
See they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder; well I think that beauty needs to be seen not in the eyes that hold her nor in the eyes of the man that turns to glance over his shoulder but in the eyes that are reflected in the mirror when the day is over, the eyes that really matter when the complexities of life shape and mold her.
She feels like she is in a state of perpetual mental enslavement. Trying to free her mind from these shackles placed on her by this immature nation. Seeking the true knowledge of what it means to be beautiful in this hell hole where the imitation of a Barbie is embraced, where cruelty is our new face. Where clicks and followers occupy every space, where betrayal is common because it’s every man for himself.
She feels like she has lost herself to a mindset that supports the negativity, demolishes the creativity, stifles the individuality, which has created unwanted perplexities. Eventually she has found herself idly passing by the motionless being on the curb who pleads for petty change. She found herself judging the woman wearing the platinum blond wig who only longs to be beautiful because unfortunately our society’s concept of beauty is “the lighter the better”. She feels no guilt when she throws away the food that she despises even though she acknowledges that there are children everywhere who’s hunger is so profound that it can be seen piercing through their innocent eyes.
She has watched from the sidelines, permitting herself to possess blind eyes when her sight is just fine. She no longer feels beautiful, like the little girl she used to be who only wanted to save the world.
-Michal Dyson
(Untitled) Niggerish
Yo shawty! Reckless full of imperfection
Hustle for relationships and put forth no effort
I move too fast, always more girls to get
But you not worried bout it you know I’m just tryna…
Bang bang! 6 bodies lost in the night.
Cops describe him as “5”11” in the height
Black hoody, black bag, black fitted with the brim
Typical black nigga so you can’t forget the Tims.
Gun on my hip. I ain't worried cause that’s how they depict all of us.
On the grind doing addition in hard times
But I’m 5’5” how I get pulled over 10 times…
Times that I don’t even know
Me and my peers in the back of the class
Rollin dro teacher tryna book me because
I don’t read the books she gives me and
Oh yea I’m textin' on my phone so she’s tryna call my home
Not knowing I live all alone but see my parents
Been gone but I got connects to the
Streets so I really don’t care the teacher asked me
If I was stupid and I said hell…..
Yea shawty that body lookin' right!
Oh that polo on my back? That’s a li'l something light
I can put you in that Prada if ya swag kinda tight
And nothing if you with me by the end of the night, yea
But don’t even think about the morning
Cause ill kick you out the crib before the roosters start yawning
Swag all tight, game never fails
I ain’t different baby girl I’m just another, black,
Male being blackmailed convinced the world is using me
So usually unity was never a virtue to me.
So hide ya kids and hide ya wife?
Isn’t that what the media really tryna tell you right?
You tryna say that me and all my cousins look alike?
I don’t get it. I’m tired of people telling me about these statistics….
Statically speaking 78% of us in this jawn
Will have been arrested or dropped out...
By that time were still considered as
Adolescences??? So I’m in the back of the class not
Even getting the lesson
Trying to cope with my ignorant status quo.
Hoping that my GED will help me move on to a More…..
More, I can’t expect it from these hood rats,
To get a great one need to go where all the goods at.
So shaw- I mean miss listen,
Honestly it's you I’m digging
I mean I like you and I’m sick of all this li’l shawty trippin'
So with all respect, my game is up to par
Some candles in the crib, Marvin Gaye up in the car
We can watch a movie and a little date for two
Or just chillin' all cool cause I’m just tryna be with you
I’m ready and I’m willing, committed till the last,
Wanna pop the question all I gotta do is……
Ask me what career I want to have and grasp
I’ll tell you a neurologist recordin' signals on the pad
I’m glad America doesn’t believe in I.
Cause when I get those degrees they’ll be so surprised.
Owning my own house, traveling my own route
Sarcastically but actually I’m living out your fantasy
But none of y'all asked about these things
I’m not what I seem; I’m living out my dreams…..
Moving on to a higher education
Motivated by not being identified by
Just a number by 440N broad
Street and will take more than a
Nigga you cant do this
To deter me.
I am not a womanizer
I am not a terrorizer
I am not a statistic
I am a young black MALE!
By: Elias, David & Dylan
Hustle for relationships and put forth no effort
I move too fast, always more girls to get
But you not worried bout it you know I’m just tryna…
Bang bang! 6 bodies lost in the night.
Cops describe him as “5”11” in the height
Black hoody, black bag, black fitted with the brim
Typical black nigga so you can’t forget the Tims.
Gun on my hip. I ain't worried cause that’s how they depict all of us.
On the grind doing addition in hard times
But I’m 5’5” how I get pulled over 10 times…
Times that I don’t even know
Me and my peers in the back of the class
Rollin dro teacher tryna book me because
I don’t read the books she gives me and
Oh yea I’m textin' on my phone so she’s tryna call my home
Not knowing I live all alone but see my parents
Been gone but I got connects to the
Streets so I really don’t care the teacher asked me
If I was stupid and I said hell…..
Yea shawty that body lookin' right!
Oh that polo on my back? That’s a li'l something light
I can put you in that Prada if ya swag kinda tight
And nothing if you with me by the end of the night, yea
But don’t even think about the morning
Cause ill kick you out the crib before the roosters start yawning
Swag all tight, game never fails
I ain’t different baby girl I’m just another, black,
Male being blackmailed convinced the world is using me
So usually unity was never a virtue to me.
So hide ya kids and hide ya wife?
Isn’t that what the media really tryna tell you right?
You tryna say that me and all my cousins look alike?
I don’t get it. I’m tired of people telling me about these statistics….
Statically speaking 78% of us in this jawn
Will have been arrested or dropped out...
By that time were still considered as
Adolescences??? So I’m in the back of the class not
Even getting the lesson
Trying to cope with my ignorant status quo.
Hoping that my GED will help me move on to a More…..
More, I can’t expect it from these hood rats,
To get a great one need to go where all the goods at.
So shaw- I mean miss listen,
Honestly it's you I’m digging
I mean I like you and I’m sick of all this li’l shawty trippin'
So with all respect, my game is up to par
Some candles in the crib, Marvin Gaye up in the car
We can watch a movie and a little date for two
Or just chillin' all cool cause I’m just tryna be with you
I’m ready and I’m willing, committed till the last,
Wanna pop the question all I gotta do is……
Ask me what career I want to have and grasp
I’ll tell you a neurologist recordin' signals on the pad
I’m glad America doesn’t believe in I.
Cause when I get those degrees they’ll be so surprised.
Owning my own house, traveling my own route
Sarcastically but actually I’m living out your fantasy
But none of y'all asked about these things
I’m not what I seem; I’m living out my dreams…..
Moving on to a higher education
Motivated by not being identified by
Just a number by 440N broad
Street and will take more than a
Nigga you cant do this
To deter me.
I am not a womanizer
I am not a terrorizer
I am not a statistic
I am a young black MALE!
By: Elias, David & Dylan
Monday, August 1, 2011
trying to get over you
I would say
It sucks to be you now
I’m over you
Real colors shown
I fell in love and you turned
My love away
So now, I’m back
To me
Now,
I’m thinking bout me
My feelings and
My own damn life
You played your fucking self
Did the one thing.
I asked you not to do
But I’m glad I’m not you
Cuz soon you
Gonna see how much
You need me.
And I’m gonnna move on
With my life
You didn’t care enough
To not break my heart
So I’m not
Gonna care enough
To be with you again
I’m not saying you knew
Exactly what you lostbut
I’m pretty sure
If you did
You wouldn’t of let
Go.
You would of noticed
That every chick
Can’t be wifed
But it’s cool.
I know I wanted you bad
But I don’t want
You
Anymore
Yea
We can be cool
And friends
But nothing more.
Because you’re not worth
The drama and
Baby boy I’m not bout
Drama
So this is my
Ending letter
P.S.
Maybe you knew
All along you
Weren’t good
For me. And yes
I still have love
For you
Sincerely,
Simba
It sucks to be you now
I’m over you
Real colors shown
I fell in love and you turned
My love away
So now, I’m back
To me
Now,
I’m thinking bout me
My feelings and
My own damn life
You played your fucking self
Did the one thing.
I asked you not to do
But I’m glad I’m not you
Cuz soon you
Gonna see how much
You need me.
And I’m gonnna move on
With my life
You didn’t care enough
To not break my heart
So I’m not
Gonna care enough
To be with you again
I’m not saying you knew
Exactly what you lostbut
I’m pretty sure
If you did
You wouldn’t of let
Go.
You would of noticed
That every chick
Can’t be wifed
But it’s cool.
I know I wanted you bad
But I don’t want
You
Anymore
Yea
We can be cool
And friends
But nothing more.
Because you’re not worth
The drama and
Baby boy I’m not bout
Drama
So this is my
Ending letter
P.S.
Maybe you knew
All along you
Weren’t good
For me. And yes
I still have love
For you
Sincerely,
Simba
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