Let me cry.
Just let me weep all of my sorrows.
I'll listen to Kanye and pretend my poems are hit songs the ones in the top 20.
My mom says "Danielle you'll never be a Patti and it's cute how you wanna be the female Langston but baby we're the ones from the other side of the hood, the ones with different kind of luck"
I'm almost grown and still trying not to believe her....
  Maybe I should have went to church this Sunday or maybe the last, God please can you show me the light because the star you thought I WAS.... is dim. I'm not that kid from that "American girl" movie I did when I was 10, I'm different and maybe if I would have prayed instead of taking those pills everything would still be the same.
And
this pounding in my chest is just a reminder how empty I really am, I'll never be famous and to them I'm just a ******* writer....
So tell them I was not sane and These words were my will, my misunderstood and my guilt.
Let me cry alone in the dark, I never needed anyone besides god and his son.



I am not sad yet simply just emotionless.....

I try to explain to most people that I am not a monster.
My slang soft tone with a middle western slur is not what you want to get into it with.
I'm the good girl who turned bad with no questions asked just tell me where the money at.
I'm the good girl who turned bad and I'm never going back.
The good girl who turned bad still can't remember the last boy she didn't let kiss her but never forgot the first love who she discovered messaging that ***** with the apostrophe in her name.
What kind of ghetto **** is that?
Told her first love to tell that ***** "this is not what you want, ***** I am not the one. "  
But I swear I am not a monster.
To all the boys I've been with and my first love I do not blame any of you for my low self respect because I used to know I was beautiful until I forgot that I never needed a boy to show me he loved me by wanting to **** me.
I AM NOT THE MONSTER I SWEAR.

I'm a just keep it 100% real.
I'm from the part of town where the only time you acknowledge your hood is just before a fight.
All I've ever known was lying about living in some rich *** neighborhood comes in handy until your disliked.
Nobody cares about you unless you're pretty, rich or you scare them straight.
2 of my homies have died and 3 are getting life.
So I show no respect to these rappers who rap about what goes on in our lives.
How would you know looking at us behind your ICE? No subs just bars.
But you won't know this struggle until you live ours....
This is for boys who act hard but cry behind closed doors, for the young girls who don't fit in, don't you know were the best kind of weird?
These days will get brighter and my poems shall be happier.
Dedicated to my friends who are trying to get happier...

I was in 5th grade when I traded in my chapter books for a freshly bought notebook and an ink pen.
              "These kids don't know me from Adam and Eve and sometimes I feel like they hate me more than they see me" I was only 11 years old.

I'll never forget my teacher making me stand in front of that podium and recite my poem out loud because he said it was the most amazing words he's ever read.  

  I'm almost done with high school now and I still don't know if this writing **** is really for me...
       I've wrote more sonnets than I have ever spoken. More ****** have taken advantage of me than my mom has seen me cry.
My poems have become an illusion of my painful life.........
   And this time this might really be my last line.

I know ****** who brag about money and this **** we call rap.
These the same lil ****** that claim they trap but go home and that **** changes.
Gotta momma with 2 jobs, big sister and little brother.
No food on the table so you think about slanging, but what happened to just praying?
You grew up too fast with worries of overdue rent and the emotional pain of rocking your cousin lou's old shoes.
Trynna keep a rep at school they all think you got it good so thats what they respect.
Step father is abusive and he calls you different types of ******* you wake up in the morning you want this **** to end faster..
You comb your hair back and wash your face then you put on that hard ****** mask and you're......fine again