broken

How much do u think she would be worth?
If she sold her soul for a Louie purse?

How much do u think he'd be worth?
If he told his church he was addicted toHeroin?
"probably nothing"

How much do u think shed be worth?
if she told Her mother girls were more her preference over men?

So as the world turns In this hour glass
Problems continue to accrue,
Family 4got what unconditional love Was.

So when he says he addicted to drugs
An she said she's gay
they lose all contact.
So self inflected pain becomes the relapse
Frustrated, an alone,Used, an abused,How can one come 2?
When the drugs tell him what to do.

Falling asleep on beneficial dreams
Losing hold of what life used to be.
Shooting UN needed things into his system
Just so he wouldn't have to fill 1 ounce of sadness An ill loneness.

She holds on to girl’s hands cuz the affections Rabid her heart And keeps her from falling apart,
When men pummel an rapped her,
Took what god gave an betrayed her.
When a ring became tears instead of smilesWhen her family asked her why???So UN answered questions become emphasis so
She closed her perceptions an perfected her own sins.
"God loves all"
thats what the church man once said.

Gold teeth,
baggy pants,
Dread locks,
an out lined in white calk,
(Screams)
flashy red an blue lights.
Tears hit the pavements in all silent.........
How can his mother come to realizing she could off saved the sirens if she would Have opened her mind an jus listened.

Cut wrist,
blood dripping,
Cold bodies,
no love given.
Godforsaken Located where no one can find her Misfire,
the illusions,
Her mama places her on milk cartons..
Acting like she cares again
She should of loved her when she said sheHad a girlfriend!!!!

So his pharmaceutical skims Rushing threw his blood stream
They found too much
(opium)
Pressing her tears against the cement Spelling words of aggravated assumptions
You should of called intervention!
Or tried to be a better mother when his father came up missing.
(In the end)
"Tears speak"
Dreams are broken into a million pieces
Families lost loved ones Diseased,
dissolutions,
All they can do is recollect Remembrance of what they once had.....
But never pay much attention to.....

Families are supposed too love UN conditional
No matter the situations!
In the end they were all worth a life living
But the absents of love made a live worth taken!!!

written

I'm written in the concrete Of the ghetto streets
Turned inside out with a white sheet

I'm written in my minds peak
Poking holes threw my eye lids
jus so Î can see
Using ventilations threw my heart so I can breathe

I'm written in the trees they smoke daily
Seen by one of the most abhorrence Faded into time
u missed me by the blink of an eye

I'm written in the glance of my spirits
In the hand prints of his ignorance
It’s my honor to be written in Ur what used to be existence

Im written in the flowers in every beautiful place
Smell the sweet love in my in brace
I've wrote blogs in the vines of roses
So if Î say I love you u have my loyalty

I'm written beauteous/flaws
Call me beautiful cuz my heart Shines threw the window of my soul
I'm the aid to Ur band aid that's placed in between Ur finger tips
Commented to the left hand used my right to close the door
To my unsaid tolerance

I'm written in books Ripped pages because looks can be deceiving

I'm written in the sand next to the attractive ocean
Waving to my past as the waters washes me away

I'm written phenomenally call me a women plz
I'm far from a girl see
I've grew my pin to close to me so first hand I know what I'm dealing with

I'm written in the cracks of pipes the tires of cars that flash rims threw the nite
the ones they steal cuz jealous is written in a lot of souls

I'm written in the fight between her an him Sorry
I'm amazing to ur boyfriends eyez
He grins an writes me into his notebook
"Poetry"

I'm written in my dads hand bookThe one he never reads
Written in his phone book the one he Never receives

I'm written in my enemy’s hit list Iniquitous symptom’s melt away a lot of hate
So list me in Ur pasted aversion And grow pasted me

I'm written a poet Using words to describe the life I've lived
The things I've seen shit I've been
told The weed I've smoked...

So don’t judge me

Cuz

I'm written in ur high test me

I'm written in heaven next to the angels who know me
The light shines bright and the night falls dark Call me
written
in the honor of a life that was taken
I use my eyes an my soul to live life for those who have fallen

I am written

shes bad

I've calculated the calculations
Of the diameter in her smile,
Siting on the edge of her lips,
Con lucubrate the knowledge that transpires
Her every image.
"Damn she's bad, man she's real bad."

Her emotions wicked the rain drops That dropped on my jacket
the day she feel inside With love.
Intense stare starves the remedy I hum along wit her melody,
and beat my head 2 her beautiful harmony.

"Damn she's bad, man she's real bad."
I've prolonged my visit,
Pushed out my plane ticket,
Packed my bags for the weekend....
Convent in this desire to study herMotions in her rearrangements
Rearranging my existence to be placed nextTo hers,
and Modeled it right next to her entity.

"Damn she's bad, man she's real bad."
(Entirely)
Flat minded,
quite the well rounded.
It dnt take much 2 have a good time and,
Around the clock smoking blunts Alone solely,
butVery much well in presents spiritually.
Pulchritudinous beauty,
She's beyond pretty Flowing my hands threw her hair
Smell the sweet coconut conditioner
Its heaven on earth........
Its peace peacefully...........

"Damn she's bad, man she's real bad."

She's bad in core,
spell the cords in music
She is music to my ears,
Deaf to there noises,
"i hear nothing but her..."
(Beat)

Her beat....

Her beat......

"She's bad damn she's bad,
MAN 2 BAD SHE'S MADE IN MY DREAMS."

But standing full hand,
10 fingers counting the linger smellIn between my finger nail
She's existed inside my imagination,
Inspired by MY OWN creation.

"She's bad,man she's real bad."
Her beatIs my harmony,
Her beauty is my melody,
An i am her poetry.....
Damn.............
"She's fucking bad man she's real bad."

i dnt wanna be

I don't wanna be another late night fuck after that drunken party...
don't wanna be Ur bitch,
Ur hoe,
Ur lady,
I wanna be Ur women,
not u side show bitch but Ur rida.

I don't wanna be that girl that lays up all night crying
Wondering why he hasn't called,
or wondering what he's doing.
Cuz a pimp is what I don't need.

I don't wanna be like them girls I see in the movies chasing someone Else man cuz there insecurities got there minds trapped.
Cuz hypnotically what I need is a real man that can hold me threw the night
An feel the bliss,
the realness….
I don't wanna be Ur ex,
Ur lost lover,
but Ur present.
I don't wanna be something u can't tell me…
cuz Ur afraid of what I might say,
But someone u can confine in,
someone's diary.

I don't wanna be jus Ur baby mama,
But Ur life.
I don't wanna be someones half way wife,
only for the moment type wife,
But for an eternity..
I don't wanna be the apple at the bottom of the tree that fell off cuz (no) wasn't Apart of her vocabulary.
cuz im the real women at the top,
The one u gota reach for,
the one that well scream (no) if I had to.

I don't wanna be that girl u ant got time to climb for.
But take Ur time for,
reach that apple cherish it.
But it takes a real man to accomplish those needs.
I don't wanna be that seed that doesn't grow cuz of what he did to me.
I wanna be the girl that dust herself off an puts all the gift behind me.

I don't wanna be Ur simple high,
but the high of Ur life.
So simple I wanna be Ur life.

See

I don't wanna be the first girl,
the last girl,
I wanna be the onlyGirl!.
I don't wanna be Ur fake I love you,
but the I love u with tears.
I wanna be the reason why u cry.
I don't wanna be the reason why u ask urself Why?
But know I mean every word I say.
I don't wanna be like the old me,
abused with fake lies Abused with the hand that supposed to confront u with.
I don't wanna be that girl every time I looked the the mirrorI see u.
but be the smile,
the life of that mirror.
The reason why u stand behind me as we look in that mirror an cry.
I don't wanna be another statistic,
killed from domestic violence Cuz she was too stupid to walk away.

I don't wanna be the girl that is found covered in her blood cuz she walked threw the wrong Hood instead of walking the other way.
I don't wanna be Ur collect call form the county jail Because of bad choices you made.
I don't wanna be Ur body guard,
Ur trophy,
Ur rag doll,
I wanna be Ur every breathe,
Ur every movement.
Most of all I wanna be the heart beat,
the first an last Time u speak.
Fuck it let me speak for u.

Cuz I don't wanna be that girl that sits in front of her house in a wheelchair Lonely cuz she never opened up to her lovers.
I don't wanna be Ur weed,
Ur Hennessey,
Ur lipstick bitch,
but UrWomen I wanna be Ur women..
Maybe my internal me Can be my everything,
cuz every time i go threw this it's the same thing.
I wanna be the lady my mama raised,
not the one my daddy gave,
not the one he Tore up
but someone I can be all by myself without anyone's help.
that's What I need

I don't need a man that's jus gonna lie to me,
An treat me like a late night fuck but a life time fuck.
i wanna be The girl that has the pimp in him die.
I don't wanna be Ur when u got time for hoe,
but the only one u have The time for.
Im a women not

Ur bitch
not Ur hoe
an defiantly not Ur late night Fuck after Ur drunken party.

convict

(Convict)
(Convict)
Who lives off broken promises,
Drinks from dirty glasses,
Wears handing down clothsFrom his 3 cousins…..

18 locked up on possession and gun charges
He felt protecting his family From domestics,
Was what made his world go round.
But the Mary go round only ends in the same spot………………

(Convict)
(Convict)
Who cries himself to sleep,
Holding on to UN realistic dreams,
”Hollow minds”
Sleeps on the streets.

(Glumness blues)
Now he sits 10 years behind bars,
Cuz sitting behind cars hiding from the police Just to protect his family,
(what's gain to lose?)
Cuz pushing white powder is how they afforded food.

(Convict)
(Convict) He's now label a
“number”
To society,
they Well never 4 getThe young black male just trying to survive,
So selling guns and drugs is what kept his family alive…
You see….
being a convict Made his life weak,
Turned his head inside out Sorta speak.
Applying for jobs, But they turn him down sorta tweak.
An in his mind he feels he well never be good enough Cuz the color of his skin ant white enough.
So his application never suited the nice black suite An tie,
Walking out of McDonalds in surprise.
He's a convict
So our society makes him feel Like his life is a waste of time…
(Hurtful)
(pain)
he put his family Through,
kills him daily what else to do.??
What's left to do???
but go back to wearing the same Fucked up shoes…..

(Convict)
(Convict)
Just trying to better himself Stood in line for 3 hours!
For a job (interview)
Interviewed the white man,
”Convict himself”
(Hired)
he walks out with a smile.
"Sorry guys, the job is filled."
the white man in the suit impressed our reflection.
See we live off stereotypes,
Like gays aren’t good enough to walk Down the street hand in hand,
Like the black manThat happens to make wrong preferences Superior to life’s differencance,
He well never stand up to the white man…..
The one that sales stolen phenns Crack from there Bentleys
Doesn’t even need the money!!!
Wearing a suit THATS worth (10 Gs)
When really all reality IS This young convict Would have gave his
“mind”
“body”
an “soul” sorta speak…
If only society (seen him differently)

Skipping over thoughts of suicide,
Selling drugs was his alterative,
Cuz we live in a world that don’t believe in 2nd chances.
”Some ppl make mistake a fucked up circumstance
Now his life gone he probably gone die in the pin.
”Like plies said,
he gave up on life And put it in gods hands What happen to America and a 2nd chance?((America))
Well never let the convicts live life after Sentence………
So they feel worthless in a sense.
Going back in again repeating the same fucked up charges.

(Convict)
(Convict)
Counting days marking x’s in his note books,
He says 30 more days and Ur life well be worthless…
((27 years old))
Back to gold teeth,
dread locks,
And sagging pants.
He's all of what society sees in the black man….
U see,
we make ppl believe that he well never amount to What distinguished great considerable
Amount to weak….
He's convinced slanging drugs An popping guns is all he well ever be!

(Convict)
(Convict)
Blinded by society,
Judged by the eyes of we,
Seen by the color of skins In thee…..
Americans broken dreams….
hes a convict, SO FUCKING WHAT (give him a 2nd chance plz...)

candy girl

I held a hersey kiss Up against ur chest
And watched it melt
The sexual assents Dripped between my thighs
My eyes cried sweet pineapple juice
Lick my face and suck my lips
Cuz with every kiss skittles
Surrounded my heavenly bliss

Chocolate gummy bears
man baby u taste soo sweet
I wanna lick u like a cherry lollipop
And pull my heart from ur valentines day box
Be mine plz

I held nerds in palm of my hand
I'm goofy Riding around town in Fred flintsone beat
Eating u like my gingerbread house daily
I wanna love you like candy
taste u like candy
Kiss u with candy
Wrap every sexually need in candy
Î call it tasteful sex
I wanna go between the mounds And lick the white stuff from the middle 1st
Have the whole town jealous cuz they crave our STARBURST
My candy girl NOW start over an read the 1st verse


I WELL REDUE THIS ONE DAY LOL

NO MORE TEARS

Dead silent………
”Nobody move”
Back away from the edges!!!!!
Words jumped from paper, and tookPen hostage,
Emotions committed suicide…
não mais rasga,
não mais medos,
I said no more tears,
no more fears….I
said no more tears,

Shedding glasses from eye balls
Fluid feel lungs no more dry walls??
Spiting poetry in every direction
Cuz when pen met paper They had this strong fucking connection….
It was like her, with she….
(Get it)
He, with him….
Clouds, to sun….
So opposite yet so beautiful,
like the sun When it rains,
Pouring rain in May
Flowers???

(Melting paper) Days.
Pen meets words Snatched verbs from tongues,
Feelings from souls,
lyrically spoken,
Spoken lyrical,
Fuck lyrical,
Suck me lyrical,
Pen took paper an fucked me lyrical!!!
Invetro the Prego belly of a beast
Knocking simple softheads into poetry’s heat……..

não mais rasga
não mais medos
I said no more tear’s
No more fears
Even those life
Gets hard,And Ur mind takes Ur penAnd Yells at paper…. makes words jump fromOne page 2 another,
911 we now have a poet emergency
((((WRITERS BLOCK))))
I
can’t explain love to MY mother
So I cry tears to another page….
It takes strength to get threw another……..
Sometimes dead silent is louder then Loud violence,
So I said no more tears no more fearsI'm dead silent……….