My Poetry
The Story of Woman
She’s that girl down the block,
Who knew exactly how to bottle everything up,
She’s been through a lotta stress & a whole lotta pain,
Been pushed weighed down,
A lot of damage to the brain,
Had a father who raped her,
A mother who clearly hated her,
But still, she held on to that tight rope,
STILL she stood tall & proud because she knew she was capable,
She knew she was beautiful,
She was beautiful,
Because beauty is what defines her,
She’s a single mother but she’s got the heart of a fierce tiger,
People refer to her as a fighter,
She cooks and she cleans,
Got an entire family to feed,
She’s a woman,
One intelligent woman,
She’s got a soul mended with gold,
A mind so entirely bold,
She’s got clothes to fold, a baby to hold,
She’s a lock & she’s got a load,
She’s that lady.. Oh what a lady.
This is for my mama, my grandma, and all the women who came before me,
This is for you, the story of women.
(btw this is the one that is getting published in a book)
The Girl who cried for Help
I call for help, yet no one replies,
I call for help, all I seem to hear are lies
I call for help, and everything around me dies
I need the help, but no one is willing to compromise
Am I a being?
Yes I am indeed.
Yet I’m crying for help,
I’m begging down on my knees..
No one can see my reflection,
no one can hear my words..
I scream to the top of my lungs,
Am I another voice unheard?
I want to live a life full of happiness
Yet none such seems to be happenin,
I want the help but can’t find the right sources,
I need the help,
but all I hear are curses,
I see through my eyes,
I hear through my ears,
I smell through my nose,
and my heart is all that feels.
Please I beg..
I’m a cracking egg,
I have all these memories skimming through my head,
Someone help me,
Someone help this being,
Please hear my cry,
I don’t want this soul to die.
I,
I want to be like that bird which flies,
I want to soar so seemingly high,
Please reply,
I’m petrified.
Or else this pain shall multiply.
“Follow Me”
Follow thee..
That’s what’s said, portrayed, and seen everywhere you go,
It’s all about following thee,
Following that famous super model,
That amazing singer,
Follow thee…
But what happened to following our mind,
Souls,
Hearts,
And Brain?
What happened to that?
For we are held responsible, and held accountable for our own actions,
So why not follow ourselves, rather than “follow thee”?
We need to understand that,
We gotta be who we are,
Rather than be what we see..
Listen to what we need,
Rather than do what’s on TV..
For we have minds so intelligent that no machine can read,
But to hold the intelligence I cannot follow thee,
I need to follow -me-
(follow thee=the media)
Stress
I’ll tug you down,
make you sink to the ground
Because I’m stress,
I’ll make you a huge mess,
Because I love to see you in distress,
Oh yes.
Stress stress stress,
You hear a lot about me everywhere you go,
about me, heck, a lot you know,
I’ll make your head spin,
Cause a lotta sin,
Make you fall to ya chin..
Yup that’s right,
I’ll win…
But that’s only if you let me,
collect me,
indulge me,
on the count of three,
snap my fingers,
and you’ll be struggling on one knee,
you want to be free,
but you need to see…
without me…
you would be.
