Senses are accurate,
When feelings run high.
You never learn really,

What truth is like,
I can feel your vibe.
As it hovers around you.
You're not for real.

You're Fake.

he says im still his baby girl,
no matter how old i get.
but does he not see my eyelashes caked with mascara,
my lips painted red.
is he oblivious to the cigarettes laying on the porch,
does he not detect the stench of alcohol on my breath.
the lacy lingerie, the boys, the parties, is it all a blur to him.  
the baby girl i once was,
the girl who wore pink and white,
who played princess,
the one who picked daises,
who smiled with shiny buck teeth.
the one who had eyes of innocence and purity,
she was killed.
she is gone.
dead. disappeared. deceased.
FOREVER.
why can't he accept that,
why can't he grasp that fact,  
that i will never be his baby girl again.

While sitting on a hill one day
Remembering my days of play,
I saw a curious sight
That I'll try to recall with all my might.

The day was clear and bright and shining
The horizon, fuzzy with white lace lining,
And as the clear sun shone and the wind blustered
As I lay surrounded by field mustard

I dreamt of my childhood
Filled with stories and exploring wildwood
And when my eyes opened, a gift to see!
An array of floating dreams for me.

Clouds

Puffy and nostalgic of my days running with an old paper kite
Days of longing and silly spite
Twilights of catching fireflies in the brush
Nights when the birds were hushed.

And now I saw them, floating above me
As they did for little me
And I searched among them for pictures
Intently as a priest with holy scriptures.

There’s a puppy, a rocket too,
A fly, a cat, and a shoe,
A tree, a phone, and a shell,
Two bicycles, and a bell.

And that beautiful day
Where I was a child at play
Watching those puffy, huge, inviting
white, nostalgic, so soul igniting,

Clouds

Am I prepared to face death, fighting for what I believe in
Draw my sword in attempt to protect the weak
Will I ever admit I'm afraid beyond fear,
Or will I die without the world ever knowing I was a lie
Should I seek help with these thoughts in mind,
From the very people I strive to keep out of this demise
Does it even matter what I think anyways
Besides,the real question is
When the sun rises tomorrow
Will I call it quits,
Or will I stay to fight another day

and I remember when you said you loved me and those words made me feel higher than any drug possibly could

A sudden blow: and he laid still
His dreams and hopes: crush
What have he done:  poker face
He dropped the cheese for the shadow
His life flashed before her eyes:
It's hard without question,  to
see my brothers cry.

It’s so hard to hear the chanting and the weeping
As mothers, friends and total strangers
Come together to fight for justice,
It hard to see and review the audio tapes
As he lay dying:
" I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe".

We've known smoking cigarettes can ****
However, living in America of a different race
is more cancerous than lung cancer

Especially when the verdict always come back
"No conviction, no conviction",
He died of natural causes,
So much trouble up north of the Brooklyn bridge
Cry for justice,   cry for justice.

Silently staring into space
Glancing at that cold face

A face so pale, so dead
Lips won't smile, eyes red

Glaring at me with such cold
As if his own soul was sold

He lazily waved as I did
Oh what a simple way of being rid

Silently, I gain awesome fear
And daylight won't save me: it isn't as near

With each and every one of his snicker,
My fear becomes bigger.
How can I be so scared of the glimmer,
of a simple mirror?

This day, I'll study.
On second thought, never mind.
I'll procrastinate.

with the way you wheel and deal women it shouldn't be a surprise,

the day of your anniversary the one after our demise,

I hoped you would show some respect for what we had,

but that was too much to ask, like the hello you now crave so bad.