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GHETTO GOSPLE.
You aren't born to please anyone, neither accepted by everybody.
But your purpose is to make sure you live good making better thangs, making thangs better.
PERSISTENCE
You may be
getting little
or even none
today, but
belie'e me,
you soon
gonna be
getting plenty
that way if you
ain't quit
someday.
Child Like by Natasha Bartley
When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?
I have yet to understand the concept.
Of child.
I want to be a nobody
I wasn’t created to change the world
I can barely change my own habits
I want to be a nobody
Living nowhere and doing nothing
And you can’t force me to become someone
Have I left
My beloved one
The one that I asked the skies for
In exchange for my career dream
As her smiles will go missing
As her kisses will go missing
Will I be able to continue?
Dear Me,
I know that sometimes life can be a big stress.
The things that you will experience can forsure make you digress,
from the path in life that you thought would be best.
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled.
These people think they know me. They think I'm all fun and games. The laughter is a lie.
Oh what a joy it is to be young!
To play and frolic
to run and chase
to not ever be able to endure the act of sitting still for long
when being quiet is its own impossibility
Captivating is what I aim to be,
Stealing your breath with just one look at me.
Magnetic, intoxicating, and exemplary.
Raw is what I aim to be,
There’s nothing quite like the smellOf the gym’s weight room at 12:10 on a Tuesday night,Sweat rolling off in torrential waves as worrieswander away into the air vents.
Alone, I could sit for an eternity,
afraid, shallow, and weak.
Quite, I could last a century,
a poet without a word to speak.
Lost, I could feel with no memory
of the years, month or week
In the grace of the dawn
I rose,
With the sun,
To read a book of prose.
Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn
I rose,
With the sun,
To read a book of prose.
Before the early morning light had gone,
Once a kid now turned man FOR MY FUTURE, I have big plans No one ever said that you can't dream And with hard work, dreams can be achieved I am a big dreamer, with big aspirations I have a lot to do if I WANT TO REACH GREATNESS I
Broke Boy's Dream
Money for college is a broke boy’s dream
I only have money for things I need
I’m not writing this for a good college fling
But for my education and that’s what I’m going to achieve
I wonder what I can give,
as far as wisdom goes,
for I am somewhat young and have many years to live.
The cool Autumn wind blows
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in
For tomorrow holds another chance to live again
Keep your head held high in confidence and pride
Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride
Things will pan out in the end
I am Flawless,
Just open up your ears,
I am Flawless without photoshop
Now wait, this will make your jaw drop,
You look inside the shiny magazines at the glamorous models there
My hair, long and brown
My face, straight and concentrated
My body, short and ordinary
None of it matters
I can get through
Whatever life throws at me
My strength
My desire
My dedication
I want you to see
the part of me
that glass so often hides.
Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.
I want you to see
the part of me
that is hidden by makeup
I hope...
Because I care...
Because I love my friends...
Family...
Neighbors...
The powerful message...
Jesus taught me
To love your neighbor as yourself
If it wasn't for that
We all have dreams to strive for
a goal to reach to reach for
we just have to wait for the right moment
to get success like the Romans
Who am I? You should know who I am. Standing tall, with my head up above. Looking beyond the present in hopes to build a future so strong no one could even grasp the concept of going backwards.
Impressive in your eyes I seem,
but more Impressive yet are you
who believe in my life so vague,
filtered to exclude the truth.
My anxious fingers produce
The controlling controller roams in
her controlling world, thinkinking highly
of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys
she embarks on.
Her blanket is her cape to escape
What is behind it?
The void
The abyss
The unknown
Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
I'm Flawless
Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect
Cause I'm Far from both ..
But because I love.. I love hard ..
I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep
I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am.
Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all.
The make up disguises who I really am;
I wish
You all could see
The small girl behind the facade.
Behind the facade
That does nothing but show off
And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.
When really
What is beauty?
Everyone has different opinions about beauty.
But what is beauty?
Beauty can be big,
Beauty can be little.
Beauty can be light,
Beauty can be dark.
Broke a vase and crashed a car,
Told my Daddy I wasn't going far.
I choked on stage
Tripped and fell
I am definitly not hollywood,
Oh damn well.
Got a drink dumped on my face
#Hi.
I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect.
But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
Look at me
What do you see?
Young, black, short, mean
Somewhere in between?
I look in the mirror
You know what I see?
A queen
Staring back at me
Not the tallest
I'm not the best of sons,
and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war.
I live with scars that just won't seem to end,
but you know what?
They're my medals and best friend.
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow
Underneath my matt of hair and freckles
There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts
Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
I wake up looking in the mirror
Brush my teeth
My horrid breath no longer existing
I change into an extravagant outfit
No longer feeling insecure
I put on a mask of powder and liquid
Feeling perfect
i write and i write but how can i describe the feelings that i have yet to experience with words i can't even begin to know the meaning of?
I don't wake up perfect
and my teeth aren't white
but if there's one thing I'm proud of
I never was the girl who had it all
Hell, I was the one who had nothing at all.
But here I am,
I stand before you
proud and tall.
No money nor connections,
just sheer ambition
I write to encourage
I write to be free
I write to make love
To the words that I see
Inside my head
Remember that age of 7
It was so tender
Remember that age of 7
A bandage was a mender.
Those days are long gone
That youthful age
Those days are long gone
Are we even on the same page?
What are mere days in peaceful surburbia
seem like years in boot camp purgatory,
with the body at attention day and night
and the mind a sharpened repository;
weakness meets physical and emotional battery,
When it comes to kids throughout all schools,
I notice a special treatment to some who very blindly act as fools,
While others sit and study trying so desprately to build up there name,
I am the product of a child never left alone...You see I am what a teacher taught me 3 years ago was possible, you see me I am what my 5th grade teacher wrote in the pavement me for me to be, and that path I crossed over last week is the cement wr
They say that school is a must.
You miss it you're a bust.
To fail is certainly wrong.
But school is just so long.
You must conform to societies needs.
Those who differ will not succeed.
What is the meaning to inspire
Is it for ones to hire
Or just to get one's attention
So one can feel like their in detention
Or is it achieving where others have failed
Because they tried and then they bailed
Through this tiny journey,
A game as some may call it,
We fall over cracks,
Trip over mistakes,
Fail while achieving,
And make faults within perfection,
But it is just the nature of mankind.
We live with them.We have them for other people.Other people have them for us.It's expected to have expectations.
Parents expect us towork harder,word longer,and work better.
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
Forethought to the Audience: I am so tired of students being so ignorant in class and not taking their learning seriously. I'm tired of teachers having no backbone, and allowing the students to dominate the class.
What is school? A mystery.
Why am I learning about History?
Geography? Art?
Building my brain to be so-called "smart."
To be educated, responsible, dependable.
Like a piece of clay i'm mendable.
I come from a long line of Scots
The kind that drink and hate
Their failed dreams
The kind that love
With hitting and name-calling
The kind that don’t change
I write to express my courageous spirit
The way I fight to cling to life
The way I fight for my success in life
Even though the odds are always pinned against me
Still I choose to fight the good fight
Father give me the humble things
Take away my pride
For I am Your child Lord
And a part of Your Bride.
And pride has no place here.
Give me no duty that would exalt me high
No poem for people to view me by
Lord grant me all the humble things
The silly little humble things,
The things that no one else will see
And no one else will do.
Give me the least of these
And help, I humbly beg please
Sitting in class,
I am the last
To leave the room.
Taking my test
(I know I'm best)
Mustn't assume
Perfection's mine
(I'm doing fine,
Savoring now
Knowing all things)
I am lost in the expanse of the night sky.
Forever wandering amongst the beacons of light that fill this endless Cartographer's Dream.
Waking only to forget what I have learned.
IF
The one word,
In the world,
That hinders a straight answer.
IF
The one word,
In the world,
That can keep you from achieving something great.
