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Jim Carballo Mar 2013
i just want to know
has my life been worth the fight.
i have died a thousand times,
just wondering.
am i really cut out to be something?
am i going to make a change?
nope, probably not.
i don't matter to people.
one day i'll be gone and dalton and morgan and meagan and stefanie and zac will all forget about me.
the only reason they talk to me is because i let it slip that i was feeling particularly suicidal that day.
the stories didn't help, i don't care about how you got kicked out of school for a month for showing up trashed.
it's not the same as what i go through. i appreciate the effort but please stop.
one day i'll be gone, and dalton and morgan and meagan and stefanie and zac, will forget about me.
oh how i hate fourth block math.
Jonathan Moya Nov 2020
On the 11th month,
the 11th day,
at the 11th hour,
Meagan wore her poppy
on the right side
at 11 O’clock,
just like her father,
John McCain
taught her.
Holding her
newborn girl Liberty
close to her—
and taking care
not to disturb
the many small flags
proudly fluttering—
she placed
another exactly
the same way
on his grave
just kissing the
white granite words
PRISONER OF WAR
LOVING HUSBAND
FATHER AND POPPA.
Why I’m not “All About that Bass”
So I’m in my car cruising down i-49
When I hear a song with a kickin-baseline
I'm all about that bass,bout that bass no treble, i'm all about that bass
I'm bringing ***** back go ahead and tell them

STOP
Excuse me?
When did ***** leave?
How did ***** get there?
Was ***** on vacation?
Where they at tho?
Yeah my moma she told me don’t worry about your size*

But not because in a patriarchal society I am valued  for my ratio

Of hips to thighs as handle bars for my man to

“keep me grounded”

But because I was beautiful anyway

I am not the number sewn into society like the waistband of my jeans

I am the number of times I look into the mirror and say “hey ****”

And if society is too lazy to know that beneath  these eyes but above these hips

And behind this full chest theres a heart

Lets be real

Were not going to blame Meagan trainer

She probably didn’t even write this song
but why are we idolizing these who only look to sexulize the femaile body instead of holding us to
a higher standard

and just think

you are perfect, thank you pink

we can be stronger, thank you Kelly

And no matter what we are beautiful, thank you christina

Why aren't these the women we are idolizing?

Because according to hot 107.9 its all about the *****

I am not something you can put into a box something you can stereotype

Just because i have big thighs and a ***** to match doesn't mean i want it to be pointed out

or catcalled every chance there is.

my body your body everyones body is their own

and deserves to be treated like its own perfect stronger more beautiful self.
i am strong

i am perfect

i am beautiful

my hips don't belong to you

my ***** does not belong to you

i do not belong to you

And thats why im not all about that bass
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Beaming with radiance, confident with a luminous glow
   Full of life, your high spirits will continuously grow
~ Your optimism shows like a great beam of light
   Filled with positive energy, your mind and soul are bright
~ Versatility mixed with eagerness, you’ll never be without
   Simply travel and explore whenever faced with great doubt
~ Your honest spirit keeps you balanced, and your mind outspoken
   Not worried about what the people see, you keep your mind open
~ The tolerance you acquire is a trait to be remembered
   It may be confused with appearing judgmental
~ Always entertained, with your creative outlook on life
   If things don’t go as planned, you continue on with your night
~ While restless at times, every atmosphere stays positive
   Through consequences due to risks you take, you always stay confident
~ Never let the consequences impact you with negativity
   Adventures are meant to be made, throughout each and every vicinity
     ~Meagan Williams
      1.21.13
Your a sign of a sun, from the sun, for a sun.
For Adam.
Meagan Jan 2013
~The sensation of experiencing everything
   Everything is never nothing; worthy of remembering
~ Beauty surrounding your senses, inhale with every breath
   You're invincible, the outline image of mystery
~ Looking over with increased anticipation
   All words are shuffled with variation
~ Confident in your surroundings, anywhere and everywhere
   Thrilling vibes, never realize a judgmental stare
~ Only recognize the unrecognizable, every detail
   Every aspect of life, all in different realities
~ Immortal visions, images sufficient for a lifetime
   Liberating memories, sensational at its very prime
~ Gleaming within the mind, I feel the feels you feel
   With intertwined consciousness, we debate on what's real
~ Implausible explanations, never impossible excuses
   To acquire this forever, would inflict internal bruises
~ This level of fun, fundamental producer of freedom
   For, this prosperous feeling rids you of being numb
  ~Meagan Williams
   1.15.13
The endless ideas my mind interprets the word "Fun" to mean.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Your carelessness isn't amusing anymore
   Unusually enough, this time I'm keeping score
~ Your mind is consumed with foolishness
   Restraining my interest less and less
~ Lack of interest in enjoying memories with me
   It just may result in my promise to flee
~ Wondering why I'm changing? Understand on your own
   It hurts me to say, I may have to let you alone
~ But I can't do that, I have no reason to
   This is a phase, I know I love you
~ I've loved you since I saw you, right, yes that's true
   There's just some doubt, my mind's seeking something new
~ But I don't want anything new, we've seen so much together
   These images will fade, we'll be together forever
~ I feel guilty for doubting you, guilty for doubting us
   It's just my mind being fooled, making this unnecessary fuss
~ You love me, but why?
   I'm nothing special, until I die
~ Our spirits have a bond, one impossible to describe
   I love our mind frame, our unbreakable vibe
~ Always keeping me safe, why would I risk that?
   Makes zero sense, just lays there like a mat
~ I got this, we got it, our hearts cannot escape
   This is our place, where we belong, simply fate
               ~Meagan Williams
                1.25.13
The complications a relationship can overcome.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Emptiness consumes all thought, always lingers close
   Feeling less for a moment, until sound approaches the air
~ Time, reality, everything is now illuminated
   Emotions up rise, this feeling is familiar but rare
~ Thrills elude the mind, as beats miraculously appear
   Voices, faces and expressions are diluted but near
~ Addicting sounds, overwhelming beats, a beautiful mixture
   Everyone enjoying it, through the past and future
~ A confidence boost soon approaches, no matter your mood
   Secretive meanings, useless thoughts completely delude
~ Through stressful stages of mine, unique rhythms prevail
   Stressful states turn to relaxation, seems nothing can fail
~ Whichever, whoever, times change with the vibes
   Wherever, whenever, there are new meanings and rhymes
~ Eras will always persuade us with images
   Millions of different break downs, incredible visions
~ Gradual change defines the entire industry
   While our individuality remains, holding us freely
~ Your own interests influence what's unknown
   While the public worlds interests, influence what's overthrown
~ This reality has its own unique mixture of genres
   We'll never know those other realities, they're disguised in armor
~ You yourself understand the rhythms that keep you sane
   Let the music speak its mind, and run through your every vein
  ~Meagan Williams
   1.20.13
Elaboration on the different eras of music. What changes, and what stays the same throughout them.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Disguised in your own skin
   Overwhelming thrive to be seen
~ What to prove, what to win?
   Acceptance from unimportant faces
~ The faces criticize, they believe what they want o
   Unreasonable explanations, blinded by tragedy
~ Unaware of the value of someone like you
   Strong, brave, a high head with high hopes
~ Let them underestimate, let them laugh
   They'll soon come to realize, they're the ones who must cope
~ You've come so far, and with so little fear
   The ones who care are sure to linger near
~ Continue to express your radiance and love
   Until the end of your journey, you'll continue to shine
~ Set your mind free, don't listen to those faded faces
   Undermining stress comes with too much of a shove
~ No matter where I go, I'll remember your spirit forever
   I'll carry on what you've taught me, to different worlds and places
~ Different ways you've impacted my life
   These things I'm sure not to forget, ever
~ Each day our friendship grows stronger
   With fights, laughs, even some irrelevant drama
~ Our memories, our thrills, everything in between
   If you believe in our friendship, it'll last even longer
      ~Meagan Williams
      1.15.13
What I see in you, and what I see in our friendship. The good and the bad.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Believing what is real, is not easy to do
   Everything I feel, is not always real
~ To undergo change, to have every 'hello' reversed
   Never what I want, for better or for worse
~ Circumstances change, feelings stay the same
   Obstacles change, mind never sane
~ In need of that love, in need of that care
   However demonstrated, my mind will only stare
~ These expectations may be implausible
   Closely examining them seems only impossible
~ I understand the effects of my choices
   When given them I simply rely on other voices
~ My own self isn't what I express in my appearance
   At least I’m myself here, with no interference
~ Expressions support life values, interpreting the thought process
   A damaged train of thought interprets incorrectly
~ My body language is irrelevant to what I'm assuming
   For one trying to comprehend, It's complex and amusing
~Meagan Williams
   1.16.13
Reflection, realizing flaws and what needs to be changed.
jeffrey conyers Jan 2014
If I had Meagan Good or Meagan Fox.
I will forever be happy.
So , you say.

If I had Jada Pickett Smith.
Or Jennifer Lawrence.
I'll forever be happy
So, you speak.

If I had Ashanti.
Or Miranda Lambert.
I'll forever be happy.

If I had a Victoria's Secret model.
Or a woman out of *******.
I'll forever be smiling.
That's, what you say?

But the odds are great.
You won't be.
If you doesn't notice life simple things.

Like the woman before you without any fame.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Anticipation overwhelms the air
   Time slows down, freedom elopes
~ Motionless, extremely unaware
   Nervousness grows stronger, as my heart beats faster
~ A familiar face, everything changes
   Emotions all fade, faith is restored
~ Right back where we left off, we continue the pages
   Underestimating the new changes
~ Another 'hello' soon follows another 'goodbye'
   Back to reality, we go our separate ways
~ Always remembering the little things throughout time
   Our paths will meet again, we both know it's true
~ Commotion of lies from people around
   Never believe them, they'll never force me to frown
~ We take what we want, and give what we take
   Without this, we would believe and become what we hate
~ Another journey home, don't know what to expect
   I know there will be you, and the things you protect
~ Dignity, reputation, what the people see
   While I protect what makes me free
        ~Meagan Williams
       1.15.13
Long distance love, how strong is it really? I guess I'll find out.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Confusion consumes all five senses
   This new world, what experiences await?
~ Is no one affected by my new presence?
   Aimlessly searching for where I belong
~ Unaware of these faces, their eyes focused curiously
   Ignoring every single iris judgment
~ This new place, these emotions increasing furiously
   Hoping something appears, to cease all tension
~ The first step in this new world, is simply commotion
   Something changes with the new day; new light, new hope
~ Our first interaction, the butterflies appear instantly
   Mid conversation, I can't help but smile
~ A rush of happiness, this is just the beginning
   Alone at last, at least for a little while
~ Time disappears, as I lay with you simply grinning
   My heart starts racing, I can't control it anymore
~ As time carries on, my heart feels restored
   To trust again, laugh again, love again
~ Expressing the inner me, not as hard as I imagined
   Something about him, everything feels right
~ I need some time, to sort out the confusion
   He patiently waits, until that beautiful night
~ I don't want to wait anymore, I still have butterflies
   Finally he's mine, no confusion, no lies
~ Perfection and passion, from one life changing kiss
   This is beautiful, so safe and my favorite bliss
~Meagan Williams
  1.15.13
The story of entering a new world, and to be saved by true love.
Meagan Jan 2013
~ The mind is a dangerous thing, at least in this reality
   Thinking you can handle it, maybe in its simplest formality
~ It'll play its tricks on you, cause massive amounts of confusion
   The understanding of this and that, it's all a delusion
~ The mind says you want it, maybe even need it
   But reality says you can't have it, not even a little bit
~ It's one or the other, so which statement is true?
   You listen to both of them, but that's nothing new
~ The mind makes the choice, to try and benefit life
   But reality is the decision, and cuts like a knife
~ Wanting this, desiring that. Will I get it if I try?
   The mind will say yes, but reality will still pry
~ The two turn into confusion, overwhelming ones emotions
   Too much to handle, you just give up all notions
~ Wishing you could understand, what is the conclusion?
   Can I achieve this? Maybe reality is the real delusion.
        -Meagan Williams
         1.15.13.
Simply how our minds and our reality like to confuse us. Was told to write about "Wanting things you can't have"
typhany Jan 2014
I told you that you were loved and you didn't believe me.
What made you think that I didn't love you?
What made you believe that you were a lost cause?
Who the **** told you that you weren't good enough?
I want to know.
More so, I want to wrap the noose around his neck BEFORE he touched you,
Before you got the chance to wrap it around yours.

Ever since you left, I have suffocated underneath your death.

I do not sleep with blankets on anymore because I can not stay warm knowing that you are lying cold in the ground.

I no longer open up my windows and let the let shine in because I know that you are drowning in the darkness.

I can not put my hands to the steering wheel and drive because I will never be able to let go of the day that we stole that blue minivan and tried to get away.

I just want to know why you didn't tell us what was wrong.
I want to know why we weren't there.
I want to know why the last words that escaped were: "You're gonna miss me when I'm gone."

When you're gone? When you're gone? You can't be gone. I won't believe that you are gone, that your beautiful body is buried somewhere beneath the dirt when you deserved to stand on stars.

I want to know why you didn't leave me a ******* note, some type of ******* answer.

Because now, I'm stuck. I am stuck, and I am haunted by your ghost. I am missing every bit of you.

I am missing your voice.

I am calling you. Please come back to me.

Your voicemail.

"Hey, it's Meagan! Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

But you're NOT getting back to me. Sometimes I pretend that you will.

Did you know that I would be broken without you? That these needles are the only thing that can possibly puncture me enough to make me feel again?

Did you know that whenever anything goes wrong, my first thought is: "If only she were here"

When you left, you took every bit of hope from me.
When you left, you took my will to live.
When you left, when you left, when you left,
WHAT made YOU think I was strong enough to handle THIS?!

It's been seven months. I am not sure I can make it seven more.

I have become filled with you, your sweet little laugh,
and the stupid ******* jokes you played.

It was not a joke when you hung yourself.
No one laughed; no one dared make the slightest of sounds.
We held our breath and danced with candles until the moon in itself faltered and fell down.
bits and pieces
John MacAyeal Aug 2015
Meagan, Quidnishia, and Pam marched in
Dressed to the nines
(Unlike the other 5-daze)
Amens traded for
"How may I help you today?"
Leslie Zhang May 2015
tonight:
no lemon slice moon,
no searchlight of white.
a black cradle for black bodies.

cylindrical wax, it’s all cyclical –

mike brown, eric garner,
freddie gray,
meagan hockaday

– across the street
white boy shreds black asphalt,

a sloppy chorus of happy birthday
spills like their foamy pints
over brown tables and black eulogies.

those pale faces, those pale fingers,
preoccupied more with the bubbling
and the stretch of their pizza cheese.

look up from your porcelain plates.
hear our rage bubbling,
see communities stretched translucent.

there is blood on your hands
and guilt to your name.
Deana Luna Oct 2013
i want to be a plate made for a sweet devouring
too many plastic spoons have been touching my body
hi what's your name hi what's your name hey nice to meet you
what??.. huh//?
meagan morgan mags?
let's go somewhere quiet
plastic. you are all plastic.
smooth to the touch and poisonous.
bend over let me see
i don't care fine whatever

i smell you on my skin
you are in my fingers
you are in my *****
deeper baby deeper

but i open my eyes and am still surrounded by plastic. poison. pissfuck.
where are you???

lines down my spine
entitled ******* cheater cheater she won't find out thighs thighs
and you and you want to ramble about poetry when i want to scream
scream until i have let out everything inside me until my lungs fall out of my throat until the walls of my chestheartbrain cave in
let me ou t out out no breakfast no lunch or dinner get out o!u!t!!

i am lonely iamalone and no no none of you can save me
yeah I ****** kiesha cole
that's why she said "I shouldnt let yo go"
but I had to flow
to the next ***** hole
Monica didn't "wanna be alone"
so i let her play with my bone
and I can't forget Ashanti
I was "foolish" but then I got "mesmorize "
by her pretty eyes thick thighs
got **** got my **** in a rise
n don't let me see Sade
cuz I'll "cherish the day"
in the same way I'll lay
my pipe in any bad chick
next on my list we gotta Meagan Good
yeah I'll **** her "waist deep"
she'll call me Tyrese
make her a "nasty girl" like vanity
yo im reaching for some sanity but the man in me
ain't done huh
I'll **** Remy Ma just for fun huh
what about Mariah Carey
hit the ***** from the rear
it's hairy, Truman never been a. ***** man
but I'll only gut **** Iggy in her **** dumb ****
even though you ain't black
give her that real BBC
down with OPP see me
running through these "freaks a leeks"
like petey pablo swift flow
back to the **** though
I got dibs on angelina jolies mouth whoaa
**** it good girl don't waste my nut
I got SWV to share it with
and watch the "rain"
fall on thee like im peein'
***** see the little demons
tap dancing I'm Just reminscing and scheming
but things ain't what it seems
yo im just in a dreams hmmmm

Yosef Amaryahu
I got a call me from tweet
she left a message after the beep
on the celluar she
"oops my bad"cuz I had
her fiendin' for the **** cuz I'm slick like Rick please girlies
calm down there's plenty of **** to go around
next I hear a doorbell sound
it's my baby girl mc lyte I made her "cha cha cha"
cuz I put hits on her like Chaka
made her feel good like "Hollywood" then out the door and on my way
I ran into Roxanne Shante
**** she drop the bomb on me
she told me
she was the "real Roxanne"
And said nobody
could **** better than me
I said really? politely I just be me chillin' smokin' Phillies
like playas do Missy Elliot ain't been the same since
I hit her with "the rain" bedsheet stains of her ***** drains
and traces of *******
yeah I'll admit I was a little insane
but not as insane as Lil' Kim
she looked at me grim
told me she got a" crush on me"
and go above the rim
I ain't leon ***** I'm the don
make like flex and I got one on one with these hoes smokin' octimos
one more to go
and last on my list
I got this chick name Mya
"Ghetto superstar"
***** fire heated her like a dryer made her retire
from the bedroom cuz I drilled her thrills sent her
body chills now she
rubbin' my chest beggin' I was ill
sick with it but
I'm just coachin" my teams
chasin' my dreams huh
Stop beggin' my girly angel Meagan to be an evil pagan worse than
the astrologic nit-wit witch Nancy Davis Reagan. Meagan loves old
Santa Claus, but not Satan, & she never eats uncooked seafood that
was savagely Lakota-bred for quasi-preternatural breedin' & matin.'

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