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DeAnna Sandoval Dec 2011
Who am I to you?
Tell me what you think of me
Am I your friend?
Or am I just your enemy?
Tell me
Treatin me like ****
When we out in a group
But askin for help
When we alone in the same room
This ain’t right
You gotta make your mind
Before it’s too late and you run out time
But it’s your loss
Cuz im a really nice guy
See I even had the heart
to put you in this rhyme.
Don’t play games with me
Cuz your gonna get hurt
And don’t mess with this fire
cuz your bound to get burnt
now take this little rhyme
its already in full effect
but don’t take it personally
its just a reality check
This is a poem written by my good friend Cedrick Almonacy. He doesn't have an account on here, so I had to share this with the word on mine. <3
DeAnna Sandoval Dec 2011
So I think
You're a cool dude,
a dude I can trust.
A dude I can hate,
a dude I might love.
You make me smile,
you've made me cry.
I'd do anything
not to hear you lie
about the reasons you let me go
yet you hug me and say,
"No, I'm not letting go."
But you already have.
You did when you ended it.
Your decision.
Do you regret it?
Let me know. I don't care
anymore. I just want
to be in your arms forever.
DeAnna Sandoval Dec 2011
“Speak English, please.
You are in America.”
Why should I speak English?
Does it bother you
that you can’t understand
The words I speak?
Why should I speak English
When what I say does not pertain to you.
It does not concern you.
Why do you care to know?
Why should I speak English
When what I say will get criticized
Either way?
DeAnna Sandoval Dec 2011
I am that tree
Where ignorance is bliss.
I am the sky
Where everything floats through me.
I am the air
That blows this way and that.
I am that river
That flows forward and back.
I’m not just me
Because I am made of the sun,
Of the earth, of the ocean, of even you.
I feel myself in everything
Whilst feeling everything in me.
DeAnna Sandoval Dec 2011
Outside my window is
misunderstanding.
A world capable of seeing
But not willing to accept.
A world waiting for something to happen
so it can be laughed at,
joked about.
Nothing is serious,
Nothing is real.
It’s not real only to those
Who are scared
Of trying on other shoes.
DeAnna Sandoval Dec 2011
Fake
Like a Barbie doll
Plastic
Like how it was formed.
Stubborn
To the reality of things.
A variable
For the unimportant.
Changing
To better suit the outfit.
Ignoring
The truth that whispers to her.

— The End —