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 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Talula
Who am I?
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Talula
I don't like who I am
I don't like who've I become to be
A boy crazy teenager
Who wants to be just like everybody
I have no identity
No individuality.......

I know who I want to be
I know I want it badly
But I don't know how to change
I want relationships on the back burner
I want Religion and Personal Growth on the front
Lets not forget about being successful in school and in adulthood
I want to be that independent woman that makes a difference
Takes a chance
MAKES A CHANGE!!
But I'm not that girl.......
I am a robot
I do as I am told
I follow the crowd
And i am stuck in an emotional and mental prison I locked myself in
And I've lost the key....
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Tiffany
Here’s to the girls who can drive me crazy
we fight,
we curse,
and want to **** each other
But in the end, we still love one another

Here’s to the girls I’ll never forget
those late night drives,
boy crazy moments,
and 7 am wake up calls, I’ll always remember
even when the fire of my life burns down to an ember

Here’s to the girls who have stood by me
we can talk about anything,
or nothing at all,
and still gain some comfort
With just a minimal effort

Here’s to the girls who are my sisters
no, we’re not blood,
we don’t look alike,
and even though we may be neither
We’ve come to learn some things run deeper

Here’s to the girls that make life worth living
we’ve grown up together,
laughed together,
and cried together, but if one day we stray apart
That’s okay, because they’ll each have a place in my heart

Here’s to the girls that I hope will read this
You are beautiful,
You are strong,
And you will do great things
You’re just learning to fly, just now spreading your wings

Those are my girls, and I hope they’ll remember
This little poem I wrote, when they’ve moved on to something better
All the rainy days will pass, but I’ll still be here
Standing in the past, with the sunlight shining clear
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Alexia Côté
Dear future daughter,
I’m writing to you a letter,
Because one day you’ll need this advice,
And it’s worth a certain price,

It’s worth the price of lessons,
The ones that make you think,
You’ve been running in the wrong directions,
And stop making you see life in pink,

First thing you need to know,
Is that sometimes you need to let go,
Even if it doesn’t feel right,
It just as well might,

Most of the time the things that feel good,
Aren’t the things that should,
That’s why you should never harm your wrist,
‘Cause then I’ll just be ******,

Second thing to keep in mind,
Is to always be kind,
Because the girl you laugh at with much glory,
May have lived a terrible story,  

Ask her what her day was like,
The strangest people have the greatest things to tell,
Even if their stories seem like they came straight from hell,
Trust me it won’t be an experience you will dislike,

Third thing I want to tell you,
Is that one day you’ll meet a boy,
And the idea of you two,
Will be one that brings joy,

And one day he might leave,
And it will make you believe,
That nobody will stay,
But trust me it won’t always be that way,

Fourth thing I want to say,
Is that it’s okay,
To give yourself pleasure,
And to give youself some leisure,

Sometimes it’s a necessity,
Because you schoolwork is driving you crazy,
And in that moment you’re panicking,
But your schoolwork isn’t more important than your own being,

Last thing I want to say,
Is that life does not count itself it breaths,
It counts itself in the moments that take it away,
People with short life enjoy it this way before their deaths,

So go on and make your life worth living,
And make it worth sharing,
Because you never know when,
It might end,

Dear future daughter,
Please consider everything I have written in this letter,
Trust me when I say without a doubt,
That your future mother knows what she’s talking about.
I wrote this for my future daughter. If I ever have one, she needs to know she's not alone.
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Letiisbae
Dreams
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Letiisbae
Being sold dreams would hurt more,
If only I had them.
All I have is nightmares,
The nightmares of reality.
Chasing me before I go to sleep,
Haunting me when I am asleep.
Knocking on my back door,
Telling me to wake up.
As if its as easy as it seems.
Don't believe everything you see on TV,
For I have learnt the hard way,
That there's no such thing as dreams.
Just your wild imagination,
And feelings.
Lying to keep you alive.
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Letiisbae
There's that one person who her heart is addicted to.
She won't get over him.
I mean he does nothing but make her cry,
Yet she still wants him.

All her friends tell to let him go.
He'll only hurt you again and again.
But what if she actually likes the pain?
What if this is the only thing keeping her alive?

To know that for one second,
He thinks about about her.
The fact that he takes time to cause her nothing but pain,
She'd rather he thinks about hurting her,
Than not think about her at all.

So tell me,
Is it really pain if you like it?
You'd Wonder.
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Letiisbae
I want you to know that I wasn’t in love with you, hell I didn’t even really like you. And I say this because when you truly like someone it’s because you know their favourite song and their favourite food and you know what they think about at 3am when they can’t sleep.

When you truly like someone your conversations go past “how was your weekend?” When you truly like someone, you like them because you know them. But I didn’t know you and after all this time I finally realized that I wasn’t in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being yours. Why? I don’t know? Maybe it’s because you payed attention to me.

Maybe it’s because you complimented me and called me babe. Maybe it’s because you scared the living hell out of me and maybe it’s because when I was in your arms I felt safe. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with loving you.

But I do know that even though I didn’t love you, it still feels like you ripped out my heart when you told me you didn’t love me.
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Letiisbae
You were in my dreams again last night, your lips were sweet and your eyes were bright.

You looked at me, my eyes were sad, you were whispering that life without me had driven you mad.

Our lips were touching, but it was barely a kiss. My voice was trembling, spilling all the things about you I’d missed.

Your touch was warm, your hold was strong, the smell of your skin reminded me of what’s been gone for so long.

You could see the pain you left inside of me, but last night, in my dream, you retaught me how to breathe.

We danced for hours, our laughter growing loud, and when you pulled me back in, you twirled me around.

We created a world, only we could see. Full of memories, and forgiveness, and “let’s start again”s.

Your words were spinning illusions in my head, letting me believe things that were never said.

Like the countless times those words “I love you” stuck on my tongue.

But it was all just a dream
 Apr 2016 Joy Nteh
Letiisbae
I think she's caught between who she is and who she wants to be.
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