For those of you whom can stand in battle
Without the disease of fear on their person
For those who can say **** it
If I don’t do this I don’t think my life to me will have been worth it
If you are free from yourself to battle for those who no longer can
I, dear person,  would like to shake your hand

If you can do it peacefully and be still as if a monk
If you can do it with respect for the belief that you entrust
Do it without breaking a single thing
Without reaching your hand in someone’s life and taking something you don’t merit
Than walk away feeling like yourself you have not left behind; know you my respect  you will inherit

Know that I wish that I could join in that battle you where you stand
I believe that no man’s life should ever be taken wrongfully by any other man
I cannot congregate with for I am at home still
Protecting the Love and Life I made to withstand life’s hell
If to my doorstep they come demanding to burst in and kick me and my children out
For the color my skin or the color that with them resides within, their will me plenty a bloodshed without a doubt
Until this day I’m with my family
Raising them to love and and be coherent
You are not alone without me for I am there in spirit

If you know someone who has been hurt far beyond repair
If you’ve seen them mend that hurt a way that you’d never dare
Then behold that person rise again like phoenix from their ashes
You better know that they themselves are more grateful than you for their seconds chances
Neither you nor they should judge themselves or the other for what was willing of their actions
Please don’t think that they are weak for in reality they are vigorous and chosen
To lead the ones in the fleet to live their lives out open
To help understand and mend the broken
The ones to say I am one whose felt the demons creep deep with in my mind
To say I have listened to them, spirit fully broken and wished to be left behind
To say I have believed that if the cell of my heart was to be opened bats and cobwebs you would find
To say everyday I would have done anything to sabotage myself
Because my soul a demon had in his firm grip and was twisting it himself
If you stand here today proud you made it through that atrocious time
And you’re wiling to a friend say without being ashamed the story about how you once put your life on the line
So they can feel camaraderie
So you could help guide them to their glory
Than please know these people should never be afraid to tell the world their story

There was a night I spent in a room alone with a woman whom poured gasoline over her head and set herself on fire
All through the night she cried and moaned
Making the fact that she was forced to keep her life more bitter
Bandages pulled at her wounds and scissors were needed to remove them
I could not point her out today for she to me now would be unrecognizable
Laying in a bed next to this woman for making the same attempt but with a bathtub and a toaster
Somehow us wanting to be apart strangely made us closer
The nurse came in to change the sticking bandages every few hours
Every time and for minutes later this poor woman would scream
I had a book of cowboy poems that they had provided for us to read
For when the nurses left the room and her groans of sorrow quieted down
I read this beautiful woman a poem to help her lay her head down
I sat reading to her all night
For I had nothing better to do
That’s when I realized that in this life all sorrows are the same
Her name or the place I can’t recall
And I’m not sure I can legally say
I will never forget that night that poetry gave me back my purpose in my life
And lifted someone’s spirt when we were both in hell
I will write forever so others can hear and feel poets story’s
I promise you it’s worth the while for those who think it’s boring

I was there sitting in front of you
You and your buddy cracking jokes from behind
You think you’re so funny
But in my head so far I’ve already correctly predicted every line
I listen in with more focus as you laugh at the possibility of “tumbleweaves.”
I thought it was a little funny because I used to say those types of things.
I’m intrigued now, I wanna know what is coming next
Hoping it’s something that I haven’t heard before for that I could add to my index  
As he continued to talk I felt I entered his hora and became him
I was disappointed
He said something so stupid that I don’t even remember what he said
And you’ll never guess next what I did
As the words flowed out of his mouth my mouth mimicked every syllable silently and I moved as if I had strings  
When this joker laughed at the pun of his joke
An identical laugh came out of me
My finger automatically went down my throat because the lack of amusement literally gagged me
Opening my eyes and sitting up after he made my stomach curl
I remembered I was sitting in a courtroom with two cops watching me and sitting in between two girls
The man behind automatically shut up when he realized that I had duplicated his laugh and mannerisms prior verbatim
I looked ahead giggling in my head about the out of this world that experience I had
I never knew having a long **** weave would not just give confidence but provide me with unpredictable fun
The cops are laughing because they saw the ordeal and could tell I was not upset but disappointed about being unamused
The girl next to me, whom had turned her body language complete closed off to me after my outburst
Had her name called to the stand and had to go up first
I got slightly salty because her head was half shaved
My hair was made fun of for apparently trying to make my hair “look white” and this girl had half of head shaved & her skin pearly white
Looking like an African American woman’s hairstyle that I have seen since the beginning of my days
One cop walks over by me as if to intimidate me or check things out
He looks over at me trying to read my face
In deep thought and serious, no doubt
But he saw my glance to the girl and the podium and after seeing what happened I believe he put two and two together
I feel he would have agreed that the double standard is ******* and that on that day on me my hair looked better
I want long hair and she wants her short
So shut the **** up and who cares what you think you know inspired its source
But truly the moral of the story is if your going to talk **** you have to at least be funny of course

One day my beloved children
A mountain you will climb
Walk it with firm footsteps and always use the purest of mind
You may be bloodied in battle as you go along your way
If a harmful road you do travel
Know I cherish being your mother and will be with you everyday
I know it’s not too far away

As of now ‘tis my duty to make sure no matter what you endure when I’m not around
No matter what I understand you and in ways ,if wrong, you’ll to me always be right
I’ll never speak ill of you or speak to you out of anger or spite
I will never harm you or throw daggers into your mind
You will always be mine
I vow to always protect you and give you whatever it is that I can
Your creation was made from love and you gifted me the purest love that I could ever have
I’ll walk beside as long as you let me stay then drift slowly behind you on that faithful day when you choose to change pace
I’ll have the look of twenty emotions on my face
I love you my darlings
I’m smarter than you think
Listen while I guide you
You’ll be there in a blink

Remember how we used to stay up and talk all night
Take tequila shots and laugh about life
Jumping on the couch and having pillow fights
Living wild and free on the Summer Nights

Caught skinny dipping so we had to run
Getting tattooed and hiding from the sun
Staying at the parties until the clean up is done
People used to tell us we had too much fun

We used to smoke hydroponic **** and stay in
Wrestle and play around until one of us got pinned then we’d make love all night and wake up and do it again