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Day after day is another replay of going to school. Test to test, day after day is another boring day. school is like sitting all day and doing nothing but answering questions like a robot with no mind at all,life is such a bored. Day after day, lecture after lecture, the only thing to do is daydream  but it keeps me busy day after day.

Oh, how I wish I could see your face

feel your hand and listen to you preach

telling me its okay, im here my child

when I feel under the spell

I wish I could say one word to come upon the clouds

where I would meet you and you would say, I am here my child

It's not that I'm scared of you, I'm scared of the way you act.

Why do you have to be so childish?

Sometimes you act so dumb. But other times you are so smart.

I can't come to you for advice, I know you'll just get mad.

Sometimes you don't even have a reason, you just get so angry.

I don't think I've done anything wrong to make you dislike me.

Why do you hate me? What did I do?

I don't feel good when I'm around you.

You purposely try to bring me down.

I'll tell you one thing, it will not work.

I'm not scared of you, no way. You don't indimidate me.

And through all of this, I adore you so much.

Why can't you just love me back?

You laughed at me 3 years of high school because you thought I was funny

you laughed at me hysterically senior year when I asked you out

you laughed at me 3 yers later when I stumbled out of a bar wasted only to fall off the edge of the sidewalk into a puddle of dirty rain water...break a heel in the process

you laughed at me 4 years later when I thought we could become more than friends

10 years later I've settled down with a beautiful family living on the outskirts of town with more success and happiness than I could've ever imagined while your still at home with your parents unsure of your career wondering if you had said yes to me would we have shared my life 

you laughed at me 15 years later when I told you I still loved you and you said yes it could've  been you

30 years later as I lay in my casket my dying wish was for my husband to ask you one question....

Are you still laughing?

Peotry describes your life in one page

the person who writes it, doesn't know you

but the words reflects of you

Not knowing who you are

Writes the same feelings you have

Poetry is the way of connection to each other.

A single plus

had determined it all

no time left to cry

and no time left to pout.

My world had stopped

like I was frozen in time.

I was scared of the future,

for once in my short lived life.

To tell everyone would be the end

but to hide it would destroy me from inside

I left hope in one single friend 

but lost it with one spoken secret.

The heatbeat comfirmed.

The body made it clear.

Two months already in

not much time left to doubt.

I had to decide 

I had to figure it out.

One lonely night seven months later

I got a disturbing wake up call

telling me it was now

and couldn't wait any longer.

Eleven hours in pain

all to await

the sound of her cry

and the tears fall down my face.

Ten toes,

ten fingers,

head full of hair,

as beautiful as ever.

I loved her from the start.

She is my pride and joy

and to think it all started

with just a single plus.

As I lay my head down to sleep

I watch, all the playful sheep. 

They watch me 'till my eyelids close. 

Then they run, as a cold wind blows. 

It leaves with me, the stench of fear. 

And their lovely baa's I can no longer hear. 

The light always fades as the dark falls down.

This is where my secrets are found. 

It knows me well, it sees right through. 

Then it takes what it thinks due. 

Fight it no, I couldn't do that. 

For when I wake it's still attached. 

It's not a dream I know it's real. 

It's not what they say, it's what I feel. 

It haunts me every day and night. 

I've got no more drive and no more fight. 

It laughs at me, every chance it gets. 

That's all the time, cause I can't forget. 

It lives in a cloud, above my head. 

It makes me wish that I was dead. 

So harsh of words, for one so young. 

My life has hardly just begun.

But no one knows, and they can't understand. 

What would they do if they had my hand?

I'd like to think it'll be over soon. 

But if I thought that, it'd be my doom. 

So as a girl I knew, fades away

Another soon, takes her place. 

She is distant and so cold you can feel it. 

But this is who she is now, so take it leave it. 

I'll be alright

I'll be okay

Spread my wings and fly away

because you are the one I want to be with

but you did not see my feelings

you did not see my tourchered soul.

My life depends on you

so if I die, I die

then we can both be buried 6 feet deep underground.

Please let me spread my wings and fly away,

for it is you that I love

we'll be alright

we'll be okay

let's fly.

We are all people

Who hold feeling and emotion

With such a sensitive nature

Why Judge?

Either male or female

Could be tall or short

Skin shouldn't matter

Why Judge?

We all deserve love

Straight or gay happiness is okay

Esteem is what can or cannot  inspires dreams

Why Judge?

Be an encourager

Be great

Think of others before yourself

Dont Judge

Long, dark silky hair

Shiny with a slight glare

Soft dark caramel vibrant skin

A beauty that starts within

Petite trim with assets that glow

Even assets that are impossible to physically show

The reflection of this authentic creation

It’s one of a kind piece of dedication

The emotions and the gestures are veritable

Full of confidence a heart that’s fully perishable

Autonomous mind and a set path

Even through the dark roads and writhe wrath

What creation is this you ask?

A perplex figure that wasn’t meant to be duplicated or masked

Infallible even though it was created to make mistakes

One of a kind nothing that someone could pretend to remake

The beauty of it all is this creation can look at itself and see

Everything that was above described inside thee

The ambitions and aspirations grow as it gets wiser

The limit to what it can achieve does nothing but rises higher and higher

The indispensable mind and morals makes this image incredible

And when its mirrored It’s only a reflection of the impeccable

What is this image? Me.

Skating isn't like waiting

Pushing on the board and never fading

Flipping kickflips and other tricks

Only to enjoy a nice twix after the fix

I like to ride around town

Feeling freedom all the way around

It's a priceless feeling today

That i would like to enjoy all day.

-Beck H

High School is a journey!  But you don't have to worry... because it goes by fast so make it last.  College is a chance for you to glance at the future in front of you.  Future is scary and can make you wary.  In the fall, many begin to bawl because of the sickness from home.  This is the beginning of a adventure filled life, so you have to strive for perfection

Never Easy 

believe that I'm living
sometimes I feel this just might be equivalent to winning.
But when the battle gets hard seems it only leads to this dead ending.

There's an entire universe of special people in deed
This makes me wonder what could anyone find
so ordinary in me

Contrary to my beliefs
Only given that I need to rest ashore,
a divine man God created is waiting for me

I'm working hard to find whats best and much easier to see
but along this bumpy road seems no-one can make it easy.

I guess I can only find truth in the story that lies in me.
I'll just continue to live until a Man is able to prove himself to me.

I know Ive burnt myself chasing...
chasing what could never be...
but I gave you the chance to make things not the simplest but a bit easy

is there a time in life where those night dreams turn into reality?
the days sun brings your face sparkling next to me.
is there a second in time when we're just satisfied with living?
instead of Lusting for what our heart says could never really be.

I'll stand to say I'm becoming the Best that I can be.
but the reality of it all is...
That its really Never Easy

Is there a hand to hold?
not always so cold.
Is there a smile to brighten up my way?
help me, I live to see a better day.

Never easy.

and this straight and narrow path get a little more narrow each and everyday.
if there's no serenity found then there must be an easier way

I always got told that love ways the key and that would someday be me, now I you and man where they true. The eyes, the lips, the hair, it's tire it had to be you. We come so far and for what to fall apart, I need you and you need me you know it's true. God only knows what I would do I would have never met you, oh how I would be blue. Come with me and let's go see how you and me could be that one special key.

When I was younger, they told me to be and see all that I want before I get too old.
Now that i'm older, they say to minimize my dreams, and idolize the things that make us cold.

So i'm taking my raisin out of the sun,
because I can only live for one.
My dream deferred may curve, and swerve,
but i'm on the road to get it done.
The pressure of pre-destiny confines my soul to less than the best of what I behold.
Potential may be potentially lost in the process of fitting fates molds.

We live in a world of opposites,

where there is no hot without cold,

no happiness without sadness,

no light without dark.

We may be opposites, 

but I just wanted you to know

that there is no me without you.

As hot as the sun but as cold as death? Contradiction nonetheless, but sweetness runs through your veins; I've had a taste. Why conceal it? Why deny it? Allow your idle heart to beat. Demolish the gray stone it is trapped in. Let warmth and kindness into your heart, or you will never know love.

Our mind is a funny place to be when we get taken into the who? when ? and why?

why do our people kill and hurt the world if its supposed to be made of gold,

have we forgot why we are here ? have we forgot or body is a scared gift?

Has it come that far that our children are having kids that people kill their love ones

without any fear or is it because our world of gold is begging to disappear. 

  No matter if you're strong, weak , dumb or clever time will always go on forever. You can choose to believe it or not but the clock of life will never stop. No matter where you go, no matter what you do the time of eternity will follow you like your own shadow, which you cant escape. The clock of life will control your fate. Time can bring you victory, joy and laughter but till will also cut the rope to disaster. Time wll heal all your wounds as they say but in the long run, time takes your life away. We humans all share the fear that time in the end makes all of us disappear but after all we only get one chance so why not go out and make the world dance?   to b

Was that Beauty?

Was that beauty?

Or was it all pain

Fallen under the illusion of love

My life was all lies

Have I endured the sweet sorrow of life

Or have I fallen beneath the sunset

Was that pain?

O God awaken these lies

Bring out a truth in life

Show me beauty

Forsaken by love

Or burry me beneath the sunset

Was that life?

Or corrupt me with lies

Broken down by beauty

Taken by love

And every lasting pain

Drown me beneath the sunset

Was that love?

Or have I been damaged by beauty

Mesmerized by pain

Trapped by lies

Abandoned from truth

Suffocate me beneath the sunset

Was that lies?

Show me evidence of truth

End this pain

Reflect beauty

Dwelled on long lost love

Show me reason to live beyond the sunset

Forgotten life

Impulsive lies

Pure love

Neglected Pain

Flawless beauty

Vital Sunset

 O what pain is brought by beauty

Fulfill my life, shield my from the sunset

Or Brutalize me with lies..

If love is blind to thee heart, the eyes have no sorrow onto thee love thou shall not receive. Happiness will not take, move thy pain from head && receive thee love that waits for thee && live thee way wonders give upon your heart. 

 you are my life , you are the reason i breathe, you are the love of my life, you are the light that shines in my darkness, you are my savior, you are the man that i need. For the first time i felt this love in my heart, it is buried so deep and that i would always keep. all through the darkest nite your the brightest star in my sight, always been at my side even in the crispy nite. you clothe me when i shiver with your ever warm embrace, your the moon that lights my way that makes me feel very gay. you wipe the tears on my cheeks the tears of joy that i seek and its you, my love, my divine that makes me shine so bright. your the sun in my sky staring at me with all your might guiding me with your ever shining light. for the first time in my life i found my love and my life without you i will cry, for you my love i will die 

It is my birthday

Ash of Phoenix emerging

Palate grazed anew

You're not good enough, no one likes you

Who do you think you are? He said Hi...don't get your hopes up

They never get old

Stare, Glare, every day, every class

Negative notes are never not getting passed

Lunch in the bathroom or no lunch at all

It's not like the anxiety doesn't help keep it down

Wake up every morning to the "flu"

"Please mom don't make me go to school"

I'll kill myself I say, but no one takes it literal

I ask my parents for medicine just so I can take a handful

Worthless, ugly, not good enough, no friends

Oh dear god, I ask,when will it end?

Suicide is an attention call

What attention is there to get when your dead?

Happiness isnt in living, I'll tell you that

They say theirs no way out, I'll prove you wrong

My father want's me to visit him, he says that it's time

He told me to prepare my family with a sad little rhyme

Dad buy a boquet of flowers when you get home from work

Tell little Johnny that he has always had my smirk

Notify the family I choked on a meal

Let mommy know I'm sorry for all the pain and the hurt

I'm so sorry to all, I love you so much, but I have a few more favors

But only if you can manage

I'd like lillies and roses on my big wooden box, a little bit of paint and a camera in front

Just to show the people the things that I loved

And last but not least, my final request

Let my fellow classmates in to take a look at their "Progress"

When I wake up in the morning
I am like a grouchy and hungry grizzly bear
Growling and roaring at everyone around me.

After a lengthy shower
I am like a butterfly landing on a fresh petal
I am sweet to everyone

When I arrive at school
I am like a heard of sheep 
All over looking for my friends

In my Math 118 class
I am like a calculator without batteries
I am unable to function

At the end of the school day
I am like a loaf of molded bread
Tired like I have been sitting around too long.

After a good meal and lots of phone calls
I am like a collector's Mustang
I am in good shape and I am ready to go.

  They Dance.... They dance because it's like dreaming, They move there feet one by one, Like they are dancing to a beat of a drum, They dance with devine beauty, They fall under the spell of the grace of their own design, They leap and all, Like they are trying to get over a brick wall, They jump and spin, Like a plane soaring high in the sky, The beat of the music sways them back and forth, Like swings in a soft wind, They dance because they love it, Love with invisible shores, Their nerves dissolve and melt away, They dance because they know in the end they will have a smile on their face, Like when laughing with friends, They dance because they have a special connection, This is just the beginning of the end, They dance because it's like dreaming with perfect feet.

Dreams Are Like Balloons

Dreams are like Balloons.They start outas little blobs of color,slowly, as you blow them up,bigger than life,the balloons take their forms. Dreams are like balloons.They can be like balloon animals,creative, on the spot, undecided upon,until their crater begins to shape them.Suddenly a bunny, a dog, a giraffe.So to with dreams, we shape them quickly,on the spot, having known all along  what it was, and yet, not having realized it. Dreams are like Balloons.They can materialize in an instant,in oh-so-many colors,in oh-so-many ideas,in oh-so-many ways. Dreams are like balloons.Some are shiny and some aredull,but they are still someone’s balloons,still someone’s dreams. Unfortunately, dreams are like balloons.Balloons can be popped, destroyed,pieces splattered upon the earth,dreams too, can be popped,by that pin called:harsh reality. Scattering the dream until it’s gone. Dreams are also like hot air balloons!They soar, lifting us up, they excite,they allow us to discovermore about the world, ourselves,andthey help us discover more balloons,they help us discover more dreams.

Can I see you

Can I see you just one night

Can I see you

Hold me tight

Can I see you just one night

I  need, you right here with me

You never have time for me

You never come to see me,

You never ask

or come to see me. I will make the first step and ask...

Can I see you?

One night just one.......

(Author's Note: I created this poem after completed a trust fall at the camp. This inspired me about how this can metaphorically tie in to many aspects  of life as well as history. Throughout the course of history, people have been inevitably faced with choices. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.")

Fall

Now is the time for us all, to take a step of faith and fall

Time is short; we’re on the ball, for we must now answer the call.

 To take a step no matter how small, we must be brave and stand tall.

Time is short, no time to stall, when you first see the staircase in the hall.

You might want to hide or bawl, because you can’t see victory at all.

‘Take a step?’ you may call, out into the darkness wondering what will befall.

But this is a fight, a climb and brawl. For several this task may appall.

Decisions, decisions, you feel so small, like Joshua in Jericho facing the wall.

But you take the first step and do not loll. Up another step to the platform, feeling like wearing pall.

You face the crowd and feel like a thrall. Facing the enemy, you’re like a tree against a squall.

But you spin around, oxygen you drawl. Breathing becomes difficult when you think about the fall.

The fall where you leap into the arms of the cabal. Thoughts flood you of being dropped like a doll.

You’re frozen, your heart they enthrall. You forget how to breathe, this is far from banal.

But you lean back and take a fall. They catch you, and forever you will recall.

That every time you feel so small, you need to take a step of faith and fall.

I am here

in my mother's house

wondering and wayward

trying to understand

what is real

and what is fantasy

There's real beauty

in all this stuff

the things you laugh off

can really heal and dissipate

the pain

I have a wish though

that maybe this weren't real

but a story of enchantment

I float and row my vessel

in the sunlit sea

to my castle...Spanish castle...

I dine in love and peace and joy

and contribute much to the world

almost like a slave

but really more like a princess

What difference does it really make?

We all lose are egos

in order to live out our lives

with lessons of love...

A pain

so small, so deep

Seeps in the cracks of the heart underneath

Love is a beautiful but dangrous thing.

My aspects apon death,

Death is sudden and quick, you will never see it coming,

it happens when you least expect it, it will happen to anyone good or bad,

it is tragic and unexpect, it is sad but nothing you can do about it,

it seem like a horrible dream, one you can never come out of,

everyone around sad and depressed, you not knowing what to do

but to give it time and be at their side to keep them strong

hoping their in a better place

You And I

let us go then you and I,

down the halls of paradise,

exsist but only in our minds,

and even though we still dont know,

the future still to be fortold,

were misguided we lost turst,

but we'll never lose our love,

and although were not perfect,

we will try to work it.

Love will come and go

It is a very power thing

Sometimes you have to just go with the flow

 but giving her a ring

you think

will solve nothing

Honestly its

but it

This Place

The world I see is not the one people dream of

Our world is filled with hate

Everybody believes they are entitled to things they have not earned

In my world people yell at each other

Wanting to prove themselves by fighting

Everybody judges each other thinking I am better than them

Even I take part in this act of approval to myself

It is human nature to want to think of you as better

In reality it does not matter

I see people wanting to better themselves

While bringing someone else down

This is the world I see

She is a lingering wreck. A torn example of everyone's fear. She fears you. All her heart relies on causes her pain. Not even she knows. Though its all to shallow and unreal. "I love you" The words barely even leave her.

The Vampire set all this up to drain her dry. Its his game now. Left alone to have his fun with this Little Lolita. Sad part s she will enjoy it just as much and she will suffer. So it all begins.

Within moments she his living his worst nightmare. She is living in a hell set up just for her to scream. This is what its like for her to love. This is what its like for her to feel. And now This is what it will be like for her to bleed.

The Vampire knew her well. She is not allowed to love nor allowed to love him. With every feeling its a blow to her body. With every thought she will bleed. "I need you" is where the chance her life will be on the line. Make it stop or maybe just make it hurt worse.

I can't write a poem. I can't put to words the pain that has been felt behind these eyes. The anger and frustration behind these clenched fists. No, I can't write a poem to explain what i've been through. To show the real women that grows underneath. I can't even express the struggle I'm dealing and the will to be better but the FORCE that holds me back. I want to write a poem. Something soft that makes you feel warm inside. Maybe something that rhymes with stanza or verses. Maybe I'll never be a structured poet but everyone has a story. To be written down, to be read out loud. To be seen while the eyes are shut. I may not be a poet but here's the first glance at my story. Enjoy

Picture Perfect: In Search of a Voice

The keys; such a soft feel as I press down on each letter… to spell a word or to speak it… To know its meaning or to act it out and know its feeling… Like a guitar softly playing a melody into the air of its silent care or like a saxophone making beats tickling my feet.

I’m unsure where I’m going with this, but my mind is settled in such a quiet and calm bliss… that only a kiss of affection should wake it up. I imagine a word… or is it a thing… a photograph… an image of something lovely, dark, moody, sharp…. Something of description, but without a true definition.

A snap shot… or a snapshot… or a Snap-shot! Which shall it be as I’m timing the moments of clarity and it’s not as simple as they suggest, but it’s not as easy as you would try to guess… and there’s something about poetry that flows within me and how I love to try and cover a meaning with another that could be as negative as the blue sea. Or as positive as the standing of an apple tree. And then she says, “It’s cutesy.” Is it? Or is there something else hiding underneath its vibe.

Is there jazz playing? I hear jazz and then I here thunder and then there’s quite if that secret place and a ruckus of that city; Street calls and graffiti on the walls. It’s funny how this image, this picture, this snap shot, this snapshot, this snap-shot… how it has created a mental image in my head and I begin to feel sassy.

From the force of the rhythm and the blues. The likes of the fever and the “La” and “Fa” and how does this speak a message to my reader? What does this say about the author? And the question of tell me and show me? I want an answer of your opinion. We’re as different as writers, but similar as the pen upon our paper or keys to the keyboard.

Where is my voice? Can you hear it? The soft spoken character when she sings or the loud tone voice when she “sangs?” The outgoing and crazy character or the upset and abridged antagonist? Tell me what you get out of sharing my thoughts to you and you erasing my masterpiece with rain from the clouds as my chalks flies off with the garbage man?

Is this too in debt for you or shall I be sexiest? I am a woman therefore I am bold and erotic and I might as well be a damn sex symbol in your eyes. Others may view me as an independent young lady while you view me as a dependent toy used for your erotic pleasures. Or frankly, your video game and you use your joystick to control my life and toy with my treasures.

Take a picture of that… an image… a painting… a snap shot, snapshot… A snap-shot of that… and remember this character. I alliterate your tone by saying “An Angel against an acute adjusted army alone” and you, dear toy, soldier remember this snap shot…

It’s no longer calm yet quite… I’m at war with myself and you don’t even know it… snapshot you take and remember this… no more questions I’ve had enough of this fame and fortune against my on added wit… Read this, read this, read this to me…. As you take one last snap-shot of clarity. We’re as different as writers, but similar as the pen upon our paper or keys to the keyboard.

Take a deep breath and I begin…

The keys; such a soft feel as I press down on each letter… to spell a word or to speak it…

I've searched for it throughout my whole life , there were times when I thought I've finally found it but I was fooled

I confused it for A word called lust .

Lust isn't love but it seems humans mistake the few minutes of satisfaction "L" for the deep ever lasting "L"

why is that ? 

Is it because during those couples minutes our lust partners says all the right things or make us feel a special way ? 

Is it because that's the only way we think we are loved ? 

See there's a fine line between Lust and LOVE , Lust is just a few minutes of pleasure whereas LOVE is feeling like you're a star in the sky , makes you feel as if you're in heaven and when that one person comes around your heart starts pounding 86 miles per hour . 

Lust , he/she only cares for a while .

Love, he/she cares about you for a life time .

 love isn't lust , there's a fine line in between the two .

Middle of Nowhere

Left me all alone

Never knew this could happen

In a black box

Trapped

No lights

It’s dark and empty

My day turned to night

You left

I am an empty body

Just hollow

There is nobody to hold me  

So empty

Never knew you would me leave

Now I.M walking by myself

Looking around

All I see is darkness

It’s Middle of Nowhere

The dark ghost

Eating my body

I’M trapped

I’m Trapped

It’s eating me alive

My body getting colder and colder

Breathing slower and shower

The walls are closing in each time second by second

If you have a desire to do something in life you will acheive it.You will do your best to strive in life. Go through whatver it takes to over accomplish the obstacles. If you have something you desire to be in life you would have that motive on your heart. Nothing or no one can stop you from reaching your potentials or abilty. Only you have your future in hands, if you desire it.

Solidarity 

does not recognize borders 

Standing for justice 

the marginalized shall rise 

power be deterred 

love will win the war on war 

When the labor of love flows through the soul 

Our brothers and sisters will hate no more

working for a cause greater than our own 

we still have time and hope for a better world 

I have witnessed the sacrifice for greater good 

brothers and sisters joining hands to build community 

humility, integrity and dignity 

the characteristics of the present and future human 

Our world will soon awake and reunite.

Bring me to a place

Where I don't belong 

And I'm sure

That I will find my way home.

I'm lost in a sea

Full of many things

Most of them dreams

Or things that are unseen.

No one feels my struggle,

No one sees my pain,

No one understands my restraint.

My withdrawal from the world,

From the society that surrounds me.

No one can see the things that haunt me.

They don't know why 

I don't want to get near

They are so quick to...

Judge,

Nudge,

Assume,

But no one dares to ask why.

Why sometimes at night I cry,

And sometimes I feel like I should die.

And sometimes...

I feel like I shouldn't try

But I keep going anyway.

For those who understand,

For those who know,

For those who saw,

And those who watched me grow.

For those who saw those foodless days 

And sleepless nights.

For those whose father strayed away, 

And those who had their heartbroken, 

And couldn't bear the pain.

I carry their burden.

I carry their name.

I am the hope.

I am the dream. 

I am everything in between. 

I am here to rise and succeed. 

I am now what the world needs. 

I am love.

I am strength.

I am happiness. 

I am the definition of the African American race.

What is love?

Fancy dresses, Flower hats,

the smell of apple pie permeating from the oven,

my grandparents setting up the pulpit,

running around collecting pray cards,

grandpa proudly announcing to his congregation that his son and family from New Jersey are here.

The excitement I felt going to my grandparents house as a little girl was indescribable,

but now,

it feels more like traveling into a judgment zone.

Every conversation beginning with,

“It doesn’t matter what occasion... woman don’t dance”

“It doesn’t matter what occasion…sons of god don’t drink alcohol”

“It doesn’t matter what occasion we don’t wear jewelry it brings attention to ourselves”

and every conversation ends with,

“It doesn’t matter, sin is sin”

Growing older,

I notice more,

the negative,

the positive,

I notice it all.

These observations open up my eyes to the world.

Making me smarter,

wiser,

and make me realize, when we get older we learn things about people,

people who have different views and opinions

and these different views are what makes the world a special and diverse place.

I am from Friday night lights, Where the boys in blue play. I am from mustang territory, where we all yell "Hooray"!! I am from southern kitchens, where we love fried chicken. I am from where our bread is wheat, and we enjoy every type of meat. I am from a place of family, you'd have to meet them to be able to understand me. I am from where we laugh and cry, where the hardest word to say is Goodbye. I am from chains of slaves, they fought for my freedom. The ones who risked everything for me, oh how I'd love to meet 'em.

Time waits for no one

And she could smell the end of hers.

It smelled of fear and pain

And the homemade rain kissing her family's cheeks.

Through hell they have been

Every white room, a false hope

Every smiling face, a billboard of pity.

Shouts of disbelief blast from her door

Cringing into the crinkly paper, she held onto the bunny

Softness made her strong.

She held her head high

Her tiny frame shining in silver armor

Her soft mail, unbreakable 

Sheathing her fear

She marched on.

Marched on, to see a clear tube

Marched on, to see an absence of strawberry locks

Marched on, to see the ghost within her shadow.

Mommy kept on baking her homemade rain.

Daddy made more lines in his face.

But she never failed.

Using the softness as a shield,

As she marched on

And as she heard the daunting footsteps of Time,  she held her head high,

As she marched on.

And as she laid in bed

Her breath heavy

She held her armor tightly

Sheathing her fear

And marching on.

Time embraced her

Showing her a beautiful white room

Giving her a warm smile.

"You no longer need this heavy armor, my Child," he said.

She smiled, "Old friend,

"It is what warriors wear. And those four years

"Have made me strong."

Time smiled, leading her away

Allowing her to march on,

Just as the heavens released the downpour.

I had a dream, it was so sweet.

I saw you, me at a track meet.

You ran so fast, hard to believe,

You left them like a breeze with leaves.

Inspired, running down that stretch,

A score of twenty-four to fetch.

A sea of air, a sea of sand,

I think I hear the high school band.

Flying, soaring, a stream of air,

To carry me all the way there.   

I use to love to write poetry, but was too shy to show anyone or I use to think it would be pointless to share it. I'm glad I could actaully win something for my emotions I bottle up inside.