Run away with my words,
transform yours into something new.

I trust not in the Lord when I do this to you.
I trust in myself, to get what I want.
I trust in myself my desires I'll flaunt.

I am no good, unless I'm good.
That I can admit.
I am no good to anyone else,
unless I can quit.

I am good enough,
I was put here afterall.
For some sort of purpose.
For some sort of call.

I dream of a world where we no longer think suffering is a prerequiste for happiness

I dream that I can stroll through crime ridden streets no longer fearing savageness

I dream that I can tell you I am 115 pounds of insecurity, that thinks you will laugh at her dreams of rapping

I dream your eyes loose their jealousy while your hands are clapping

I dream to not fear falling in love
Because wolves have made it into a word most girls know nothing of

I dream the world in my head comes to life
And instead of keeping me awake, the world is seen in a new light

I dream I don't have anxiety about who I am
Because everyone already knows me, and I am finally my own biggest fan

I dream my children can actually know the truth about the world they live in
Instead of comfortably accepting a veil that's too thin

I dream our freedom can exist without having to be defended
I dream that one day people won't be so in love with the idea of being offended

I dream that eventually another pair of eyes will fall on me for the first time the way yours did
and also give them the knowledge that they will love me someday, but they will already know how to forgive

I dream we can outgrow these devices that connect us through disconnection

I dream when I open my physical mailbox inside lies a letter expressing one's truest affection

I dream, larger and with more fury than any other dream, for the moment when everyone realizes being happy starts with just being...happy

I dream for fear of waking

Dear California,
We must be meant to be.
I hear songs about you,
and I know they're sung just for me.
And in the night of waiting,
I long to be with thee.
I'm hesitating,
but I know you're for me.

I'll take you once a year,
if that's all I can have.
In my heart you're so dear,
I can't wait to come back.
Even while I'm there.
Oh, California
It must be in the air.
Dear California,
I'll meet you there.
Wait for me California.

Compton, New York
West side, East side
Nope.
Just a white girl from Mississippi,
Nah, it's not a joke.

My true self, my true words, my true pain.
The world shouldn't have to cope.
The world shouldn't have to think it's alone.
Cause I'm with you,
Oh, I'm with you.
All that hate that you own.
I used to feel some too, but the kind that you evoke?
All that racism that makes you choke.
I'm with you, but you don't have to cope.

Before you let counterproductive words slip from your mouth,
take a minute to think of me. Don't let our fight go South.
I will make a pact from my soul to yours,
I will not let them make racism into another "war".

It is so good to see you laugh.
So good to see you put yourself first,
and for neither one of us to finish last.

Dear beautiful child of God,
I think you're going to be amazed.
When you see the old, broken pieces
so quickly faded and washed away.

When you get to see a Godly creation,
newly formed and imperfectly made.
A creation of yourself that is so perfect,
because you gave yourself away.

Dear beautiful  you,
I hope you're forgetting about the past.
About what once was, so something better
might come to pass.

Dear you,
it is so good to see you smile.
Even if it is an
awkward, stolen glance
and only lasts this little
short while.

There could be no greater Love,
No greater Truth,
No greater one,
than You.

You have taught me all things
Made me forget what I should not remember.
You have called me into more
than what I once was.
You are a God of love.

I want so many things.
But they mean nothing outside of You.
Fill me with whatever You want.
Steer my paths wherever You are.
I want nothing of this life, if it isn't where You are.

I can start to feel the places I go
change. When I walk in I feel as though
they know, I have something to say. I
may not act my age. I may resist the urge
to say, what I really feel I should say. But
I know I have to wait for a better day. A
day when they already want to say my name.
A day where nothing is the same due to fame.
A day where they may or may not take their
shot, because they'll wonder, "What if every
one realized they could have what she's got?"

What if it spreads?
What if I'm too big and too white, too?
What if I do the right thing, could I be supported
by you?
What if I stand before God and all of the people,
and I tell the whole entire world about all their
rich,
deceitful
evil?

Though I walk through valleys of shadow.
Though I tear up and cry out,
I fear not the troubles of this world.
For a life I have committed to Him.
And everything that goes along with it.

Because you interpret what you want,
not what I meant.

Don't like my poems because...
You think they color me in a light
that is easier to accept.
I am, what I am, all things-
My past, present
None of it I regret.

Don't like my poems because
you think I'm a genius.
I am just a 22 year old girl,
struggling to type this two minutes
before you will read it.

Don't like my poems because
I am pretty.
Well thank you.
But there's SO MUCH MORE
to anyone of us
But I really am grateful.

Don't like my poems because
you want me to like yours.
I probably will, already do,
I love all verse.

Don't like my poems because
I said do not like them.
I am human,
doing my best
and these words...at least I get them out
most insecurities, doubt, and humanity
**fight them

We are not in love.
We are not the Jim and Pam of our time.
we are not poetry in motion,
or any kind of rhyme.
You and I are just
You. and. I.
And it makes sense to me now.
Right now...I believe it.
But when you smile at me.
Dull life lights up and I believe,
You just might mean it.
That my day dreams
could be
reality.
That you could be
with me
Who would believe it?

I can stare blankly.
I have mastered the art.
Feelings evade me,
I swept them into the dark.
Now I persuade me,
Run away from your heart.
Keep running long into the morning.
Never saying goodbye before you depart.
Run away but not too lively.
Remember, you must keep up with your art.

I'd like to turn the other cheek.
And take every hit.
Oh, but I am weak.
And in that dead spot, my God is strong.
And I wonder if I had listened better,
Would the pain have gone on this long?

I start to think I know nothing.
I still think this, if we're being honest.
Like I am gasping for His truth,
Drowning in a sea of carnal knowledge.
It is not about you,
or I
Or even college.
But all the ways He speaks the proof
of the truths I do not want to acknowledge.

I am broken,
like a needy, desperate youth.
Crying for His calmness.
Jesus,  I need you.
I pray I see this through-
Fearful of becoming fallen.

"You don't go looking,"
He said unto me.
"Stop searching, be honest.
It's all you'll ever need
To see. What you seek."

I did
I believed.

Please don't lie,
yeah it is okay.
I know what I saw,
that look on your face.
And you can't use logic to
erase
There's a point to my knowing,
and that is just the case.
You keep going
at some crazed, lying pace.
Forever unknowing
it isn't okay.
I kept on hoping
You'd see it someday
That look which really scared me away.

I noticed when I started doing good, I got it.
I noticed when I gave away things, I got them back.
I noticed when I sat in silence, I got the chance to speak.
I noticed when I settled for defeat, that was all there was within me.
I noticed when I let go, I let life.
So why aren't you smiling?
Look at me.
I am here right now, with all you can and cannot see.
I lived death out loud,
I lived to tell you.
I drink from the chalice of life and I will never be full.

Feeling displaced

plays with
time and space

It's a relative race
to a finishing place
ahead of the grace
of my human race.

Existing means you're connected.
Last night I read from the soul to a room full of prettier, happier spoken words, and with applause they accepted.
A stranger's own soul spoke before me, touching me in my heart made of art.

He was LOUD, a staccato.
Fears waved over my whole body like an ugly vibrato.
My voice had no hint of repose,
Just worry echoed all over my prose.
How could I compare? He evoked my tears with his descriptions of misrepresented women rappers,
Spoke my small sorrow filled words and world views, imagery I hope I captured.

They shouted "Do you have more?" as I sheepishly fled,
Setting my worries down alongside my purse, from the heart I read.
I told stories about my failure to be loved by you,
How the heart originally cried, but chose happiness, refused to be blue.
With that I spoke of dreams, that held me together like glue.
I know what all these connections mean now, this is what I'm meant to do.

I see it all.
Thus love occurs.

The way he views the giant world.
The innocence dancing across their faces.
Those who feel no separation of races.
The purity of my fellow girl.
the music leaking from their hiding places.
the lessons they hear when they listen.
the eyes before the cry, their slight glisten.

Human beings never truly realize
how beautiful it all is.
I am dying all the time
The least we could all
do is live.

You found God in your heart
and met me less than a month later.

There are no coincidences.

What more is there to say?
What more is there to do?
When on any given day,
I am the enemy to you.

Forget the trials that cause dismay,
forget the world which makes us blue.
I am more evil than all that when you hate
me in this way that you do.

I want to feel the sun upon my face,
I want to take a long warm dip with you,
but none of that is coming my way
it's a long cold winter for which I am due.

I will suffer all my days
**** me if it's true,
you don't need me anyways,
Now that last part is surely true.

There's a thirst deep within
A hunger unsatisfied
My chest beating wildly
My eyes shining brightly

I'll never know if its filled
I'll never know if its met
But the idea that it will
Is the grandest idea I have had yet.

There are two truths I cannot seem to realize at the right time:

I am all alone.
I am never alone.

I can't even make it a decent rhyme.

I feel as though there is this constant smoke,
it won't clear the air, despite how we choke.
We come so close to peace,
war seems like a joke.

Then it's a black thing,
a white thing,
a muslim,
none for the right thing.

Who will start playing for the other side?
For justice?

Learn to see without color,
Teach your children. Please, address this.

There is no hope in a world where the color of your skin decides anything.

"We are in the same boat with the One whom even the winds and the sea obey."
I will remember this for all of my days.
I will cling to Him when I want to run away.
For there is no danger to come near me,
in which the Lord would not stay.

The greatest eyes
A blindness
And fury hurts
an enchanted connection
An edge
Resolution
Miracle

This is not a race war,

This is a let us change our pace war,

It is time to attempt to save face or

Let them brainwash us to hate one another more.

Okay,*
So you just-
Go around spreading hate
and whatever you feel *inside.
Go around stealing light
and dulling the shines,

of every happy soul that,
couldn't go to that
dark place
you hide.

I wish I didn't see that
You could not believe that
Inside me burns
all my past lives

Oh yeah,
but it's okay you will learn some day,
the worst you fear is surely on its way
I will never bend
or give in
with my ways

**All that is good lives to die some other day.