Learn more about other poetry terms
"Who run the world? Girls," Beyonce once said. It really is the truth, though. We girls are capable of Taking the world with our own Two hands and ruling the globe. Anyone up for world domination?
My Afro Stems from Kings and Queens With Unruly curls Just like Me. It’s not perfect
You cleaved me open And left my sun-bleached ribs Scattered Across the shores of our youth. There, by the sea, I gathered sea glass with which to build my home –
SWOOSH! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT SHOT OF YOUR GOAL... BEHOLD, AS MY LIFE STORY UNFOLD INTO A BEAUTIFUL BEAST... IT IS PASSIONATE IN WHAT IT SEEKS... IF I AM DESIRABLY QUIET THAT MEANS HE SPEAKS...
Once upon a time there lived a belle. Who could not withstand living in a world which seemed as a forbidden hell; So she wept and slept the suffering away-- Her name was sleeping beauty.
As an immigrant, my voice was stifled. Spanish? Unacceptable English? Complicated I precariously discovered Hip-Hop culture, Eminem, Biggie and Pac, you can only imagine the shock.
All natural & no weave. If I was a dictionary I would define myself as Gold for the world to see. Rocking no booty short's for men to see.
she brought me into this world, 19 and unsure. she is a queen among royals. now I am 19 and unsure, and if I had a child of my own i would be stuck in a much deeper hole than I am right now.
"Better Mistakes" Learn from your mistakes and teach a Prince to be a King.We got to teach the young ones to dream big as one's esteem.
Lifes really Like a Dream, But it's never what it seems, Looking towards the better things, I'm Just looking for a KIng who will Treat me like a Queen and I will Treat him just the Same!
Dear love of my life: I wrote this that night that you decided to let me hear those beautiful words again....I love you. And after all these years, your still here...Even though I come back, and again I dissappear.
You look people in their eyes and can easily see into the depths of their soul, but never have you been able to shake hands with Your own
sometimes i walk barefoot in the streets of queens the smell of wet cement is all but too familiar to me pile of dog shit on the sidewalk gum stuck to my filthy native feet
The Misled Queen “Ayo bitchass” is the way she would greet me as she walked into the locker room Her hair glistened from the shadow of the sun smiling at the ocean at sundown; Rapunzel could not touch her.
She is all woman, Her silhouette gives me chills, Her curvaceous hips, Her smile and her full lips, Can't get her off my mind...