Can You See the Pride In the Panther
As he grows in splendor and grace
Toppling obstacles placed in the way,
of the progression of his race.

Can You See the Pride In the Panther
as she nurtures her young all alone
The seed must grow regardless
of the fact that it is planted in stone.

Can You See the Pride In the Panthers
as they unify as one.
The flower blooms with brilliance,
and outshines the rays of the sun.


©2pac

A young heart with an old soul
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...

©2pac

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
But who do you know that stops that long,
To help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I cry
And no one cares about why.

©2pac

Words in a whisper
Death and a sinner,
Peace and a nerve wrecker,
Is best kept quiet
In a whisper.
Trouble told me in my ear,
That
It’s almost near.
Trouble spoke to me
With blankless
Emotions,
And little fear.
It felt cold as
Ice.
It split minds,
And rolled off its tongue
Like dice.
Every whisper
It spoke,
Every nerve it provoked,
Every strand of my hair
That stood up
With fear.
My past was
Coming,
And I didn’t have
Enough time to run,
But that whisper
Shot me like a
Gun.I couldn’t move,
I couldn’t speak.
I sat there,
As that whisper
Caused contractions
And heat.





-Marci H.

I’ve been mistaken
As the chosen one.
I’m not a role model.
You’re surrounded by love,
And I’m surrounded by none.
Your eyes and ears wide
Open,
Mines has never begun,
To open and spread.
I feel lonely and dead.
I feel chastised in the head.
No milk or bread.
Mama left me no choice
But to go chase this bread.
Poison ink,
And pencil led,
Notebook paper,
And eyes that’s red.
A hungry soul that needs to be fed.
My mind,
Seems to be ahead of the average teen.
No I’m not trying to be
Mean,
I just have a guilty
Heart
From what my
Weary eyes has seen.
I’m not dead,
Just been mistaken,
From the wrong way
I’ve been lead.



-Marci H.

The smoothest
Tree I ever seen
Was the one that caught
My eye.
I made the tree leaves
My wings,
Just to fly.
I rode by
You,
And everybody else.
I twirled around my
Problems,
And bad health.
I smiled
With the branches
Protecting me.
I smelled like
Leaves covering over
Me.
I looked like that tree,
The one that
I never seen.

-Marci H.

It’s the root of all evil.
Flashing it out like it’s okay,
Get robbed
Now you feel a
Disobey.
Gods mad because you
Misbehaved.
Now you’re stuck living,
Blinded.
Tattoos of money signs
Right between your eyes.
Hey kid,
Didn’t you know money
Lie.
It kills to have,
But so fulfilling to
Touch.
Look how it turned you,
Now you’re a
Chump,
Just that
Much.
It’s the devil ticket
To get into our
Minds,
One may pay the price,
While the other pays the,
Fine.
But no longer will the,
Green stay,
When your long gone,
And dead of time.
So just watch
Your back when that,
Beautiful liar called,
Money,
Creep up on you
From behind.



                                                   -Marci H.

Horror and terror,

The nightmares,

And scares,

The screams,

And blood,

The blood…

That blood,

That scatters,

And flares.

Those demons,

In masks.

Unbreakable,

And tasks.

They come at night,

Sometimes at day.

Do anybody see it?

Or is it **** what I say?

I expect nothing,

So I won’t be disappointed,

But the demons in my ear

Screaming

‘SAVE THE ANNOITED!’

God why me?

The bandages you’ve given me

Is continuing to bleed.

It doesn’t feel natural.

Sometimes it feels like

I'm not human.

My problems are

Consuming,

And these masks are

Resuming,

In my head,

God tell me,

Am I dead?

Did I go to hell?

Right here in my bed?

God did you give me a reason,

Just to be hunted by

Demons?

  

  



                                                   -Marci H.

Born with a million of dreams,
Then hundreds of em’
As years past it’s only
One.
Born with a ton,
Now,
None.
It’s no fun with a lot of
Precious comments and multiple
Heart dents.
Your worthy,
But it seems only your dreams is
Surrounded by a wired fence.
No matter how much you
Feel or think you will be,
It always end up leaving,
From a negative society.
So much riot,
Quiet please.
I get a glimpse of my future
It’s so much anxiety.
It hits when you feel it's a
Dream,
But it hits even harder
When you realize it’s
Reality.
Time moving slow,
But yet it’s so
Fast.
A ghetto child
With broken promises and demons
From the
Past.
With so much potential,
And healed words that’s so
Resentful,
A smile that is beautiful,
And eyes that are so
Wise,
A ghetto child
Blind to the golden
Prize.
Seeking out dreams
That leave her no place to
Hide.
Her demons is beginning,
But how long will she
Realize,
That when the evil awakens,
It’s fulfilled to tell lovely
Lies.
Living in a big world,
Where rules don’t
Apply,
And the white and black thing
Divide.
Everything is like a *****
Scheme in her
Eyes,
That’s why friends are pushed
Aside,
And family filled with strong
Unhealthy,
Dysfunctional
Pride.
It feels she was buried,
Dead and alive,
But yet her smile is such a
Gleam,
And her life is yet
Without a,
Dream.
  

                                            -Marci H.

The shared tears of fate,
Those harmful conversations
Of,
“should I **** myself”
Debates.
You feel that you have another
Chance,
But that other chance maybe
Too late.
Those ****** memories,
And your murderous
Enemies,
That “Get the **** out my face!
Your no kin to me”
Type attitude.
Your zero tolerance
Have you floating
With no gratitude.
You’re lost,
And misunderstood,
Your crown of success weighs heavy
And far way too good-
With a mean-timid beast
Like yourself.
Theirs hope for the hopeless.
You feel 10 times worst when your words
Are respoken.
Your problems are now soakin,
But again as I say,
There’s hope
For the hopeless.


Marci H.

Were you looking for me?
Did you seek what you
Searched for?
Did you scream to
Get your voice heard?
Did you leave
What you ever earned?
I wanted more,
Was it because I wanted more?
I wanted to feel love,
And adored.
I hide,
Waiting patiently
On the bottom of that
Dark,
Dark,
Floor,
But instead I got
Burned.
Left behind,
And stuck to my faults.
I feel no love,
For the problems that I caused.
Now you looking for me?
Are you looking for me?
Is the phrase true,
That we all humans bleed?
Is it true that,
I am,
The last of the dying breed,
The bestfriend
With a sinful greed,
Were you looking for me?
Are you sure?
Are you positive?
I’m surprised,
I have someone looking for me,
I’m like a snotty-nose
Kid,
Happy just to be,
But confused
Because it was
Me,
Are you sure you was
Looking for me?



                                                                                           Marci H.

The reflection
Of myself.
The reflection of my skin.
My big nose,
And wide grin.
My thick brows
Before their arched.
My flaws
Before their touched with
Beauty marks.
Add a little tingle,
And a little spark.
Now my reflection
Of myself,
Remain worthy
Of good wealth.
Praying the mirror
Don’t break.
The fresh blood
With tender ashes,
That lay on my skin,
And drape.
I am your highness,
Feed me grapes.
I am the vein,
The heart,
In this mirror.
Only thing I ask for is,
Can my reflection
Be a little
More
Clearer?


Marci H.

It’s just the scale in me.
I’m a pure blood libra,
I’m not blind
I can see,
Exactly what’s going on around me.
Fierce indeed.
Money, clothes, wealth
I greed.
Empty souls,
And unhealed wounds,
I feed.
I’m kind,
Yes.
I’m goofy and bless.
I pick up anyone
Mess,
And put my enemies
To rest.
I am a libra.
I am the best


                                              Marci H.

One day my grandma asked me,
Am I happy?
I didn’t quite understand
So I said ‘what happy at home’?
She responded and said
‘No happy with life’?
I stopped to think,
Lied and said ‘yeah’
But deep down inside
I was walking in hell bare.
Gripping on my blunt,
While the loud music blare.
Hell no I’m not happy!,
Hell no I’m not fine!,
Hell no I can’t sit down,
And have a good time.
It’s hard to trust.
Love will get you killed
So watch yourself that’s a must.
Struggling thru my hard times.
Wondering if my mama still love me.
Will God forgive me for all the dirt I did?
All the sins I sinned?
Would he still love a broken heart,
That wont mend?
Breathe smelling like gin.
Heart tighter than skin.
Will he still love me?
I was born innocent and precious,
But now I’m about to cut my verses,
Here’s the message.
I’m reppin’ and spittin’,
Snitches looking and tellin’,
Snakes movin’ in lesson,
But see I don’t know who’s real,
And who’s not.
My life tangled in a knot.
I’m about to put a red laser dot,
Sticking to your forehead like a blot.
Stand still while your ******* head
Get shot.
Gma I want to sleep on a Marriott!
I dreamed of having a chariot.
But now I’m making money out the
Sticky ***.
Gunned down with a 50 shot.
Life coming to you,
Don’t get popped.
Stop pretending to be
Something your not.
Your skin huggin’ your bones.
You out reppin’ and spittin’,
But where’s your home?
Mama I’m sorry for
Causing so much pain.
So much pain became a
Memory lane.
I dream of ridin’ gettin’ high,
In my own private plane,
But it’s a **** shame,
I’ve been set by squares,
And a bunch of lames.
Real ****** lose to win,
But **** ****** lose the game.
I’m looking at the world thru my review,
With low eyes, and blind eyes.
Blind eyes,
Its show time,
Showtime It’s my time.
Cause Gma I’m not happy.
I’m not happy!
I’m not happy!
I want to go to the gun range,
And shoot off the oozi,
**** a ***** in a Jacuzzi,
Sit back and watch him do me.
Then cut his *** off like a butcher.
I’m trying to chase my dreams,
Before they leave.
Lord forgive me for I am guilty of
Greed.
I want to be rich.
I’m tryin’ make it out the
Gutta but life such a *****.
I thought my home girl was down,
But come to find out she was a snitch.
I got better so I won’t leave her in the ditch.
It seems like my life,
Changes a little bit by the day.
Obama trying to take a stand,
And have something to say,
But **** them!
I’m going to do it my way.
There’s kids crying,
And people weeping.
Preachers preaching,
And mama still teaching.
It seems like the devil having
A field day,
But ******* satan,
Yo *** going in the grave.
I got to stand up,
And make it happened.
I’m going to be somebody,
Just save the clapping.
Gma I love you,
And to answer your question-
No I’m not happy.



Marci H.

As it seems sweet and good,
It turns sour and bad.
As it look hood and mean,
Most likely it’s a miserable queen.
As your mind make foul visions,
Your heart says ‘your no longer winning’.
As the world turn, and time leaves,
Your no longer happy, and full of grieve,
So please.
Can we all have our moment?
Can we all pass the bad?


                                      Marci H.

I sometimes wonder
What morning think.
I sometimes wonder when, where, and why
My eye lashes blink.
I wanted to relax,
Take time and think.
Meditate before I start my day.
Before the sun came up and show the
World beautiful displays.
I wanted to write my poetry,
And recite my words,
Put curves of my life on paper
So my voice can no longer
Be heard.
I wanted to pick flowers,
Pray,
And grant wishes,
Maybe.
Just maybe,
I wanted to eat my breakfast,
And not clean the dishes.
Call it a lazy morning,
Before the sun comes up.
Its 4’oclock,
And the coffee makers is empty,
Right along with my cup.
It’s 5’oclock,
And yet the sun hasn’t risen.
I think I’ll play soft reggae.
Close my eyes,
And just listen.
It’s 6’oclock,
Maybe 6:30.
The sun is now up,
And the mocking birds
Are in a hurry.
Reggae,
And my curved lines are still
Telling a story.
It seems like
The coffee is on,
And my cup is ready.
My mind has stimulated.
My words are now written.
7’oclock is almost near,
And my coffee has started Beginning.

       Marci H.

It seems to me I’ve been set
Free.
It seems to me,
We all humans bleed.
The love of the fallen flower
Will never leave.
I have your fallen
Tears written upon my sleeves.
Love me my darling,
For I am guilty of greed.
Be at ease with a mind so lean.
With a heart so wise,
And head full of green.
Come closer sweet heart,
We’re getting closer to that
Dream.
We’re seeking light.
I have one question,
Do you mind if we take that
Flight?
Let’s touch the moon and back.
Let’s go to Jamaica and relax.
Let’s roll up blunts and
Reach the max,
Cause we’re flowers.
God stacking our blessings
Like towers.
One day we’ll make the world
Ours.
Just us.
I feel empty,
It’s not just lust.
I feel dead,
It’s not trust.
My tears.
My sleeves.
Our love;
Can’t leave.
Let’s stay;
Stay in the bed
And lay.
Let’s make our dreams come true.
Spark up some lights,
And start our life new.


Marci H.

The man that stood in black.
That man that was there,
When I always turned back.
He, That man,
Was there,
Standing still.
Cold as ice,
But eyes warm,
And mind so nice.
The Man In Black, and I
Spoke thru silence.
We stood there.
Eyes growing wilder in violence,
But yet the conversation
Was so sweet.
Tender enough to the point
I needed no greet.
The Man In Black,
Was hard to make of.
I couldn’t see much of his face,
Except that his teeth and eyes
Was as white as a dove.
He showed much remorse
Thru smiles, and love.
He covered me thru all of my
Hard times.
When I had to push and shove.
But The Man In Black
Was a scheme and darkness.
Every talk we had,
My silence grew angry.
My silence was violence.
My silence became a riot…
It became a riot.
A RIOT!
RIOT!!
RIOT!!!
RIOT!!!!
I couldn’t hide it.
I loved The Man In Black,
But why couldn’t he stay for long?
Why when I had problems he
Seems to always be gone?
WHERE’S THAT MAN?!
Why…
I thought I had a friend.
I just wanted a friend.
That man in black,
Was a trace of myself.
My guilt.
My conscious.
My trend.
I no longer had a friend,
That was in all black,
That man became me.
Every time I turned back.


                  Marci H.

I’ve always had a dream of this
Girl.
She was lost,
Lost indeed,
Trapped with greed,
And spoke hard cases to
Plead.
She was a winner deep down inside,
But a loser when it came to her
Pride.
She didn’t care what the cost may be,
All she knew was that she was
Ready,
For life and to take that
Ride.
Her demons gave her no place to
Hide.
She was like a lost sheep.
Sleeping in the peaceful
Meadows,
But it was hard to
Sleep.
Every day she woke,
Her pain ran so deep.
Every soul she touched was a soul to
Reap.
She gave her time,
Giving advice,
Helping other people making
Sure they was alright,
But when it came to back to her,
Her life wasn’t all
Tight,
But this dream shone a light.
My grandma always said pray and let things
Be.
But I needed to know,
Who that girl was,
And come to find out.
That girl was;
Me.
                                                


  -Ma­rci H

My black is my beautiful.
It doesn’t matter about the shade of my
Skin,
Or the length of my hair.
It doesn’t matter to me who whisper and
Stare.
My Black Is My Beautiful.
My soul sisters lets reunite.
Let’s take apart of this wonderful night.
I want to get naked and live
Life.
I love my black,
And yes,
I mean that.
From skinny to fat;
My Black Is My Beautiful.
My lovely curves, and full lips.
My big nose, and wide hips.
If you seen a skinny lady,
I bet you couldn’t grip;
My Black Is My Beautiful.
Now listen my soul sisters,
And let’s sang our favorite song.
Let’s hum,
And laugh,
Talk,
And smile,
Cause God made us all.
Aren’t we all equal;
To rest of our people?
Yes,
Cause,
My Black Is My Beautiful.
So snap your fingers,
Along with the beat;
The sound of my words,
My soul sisters can you feel the heat?
No need to speak,
And say a little greet,
Cause in due time we shall meet.
My Black Is My Beautiful
    

                                                                             Marci H.

I’m not a rapper I’m a poet.
I write from the top of my head
To the sols of my feet.
The beginnings of my poems
Is just greet.
The end of my poems
Is where I make my ends meet.
Every tune of my words,
Every sway of my voice,
Every ear of my listener,
And every tongue that rejoice,
I thank you.
My life is in this pen,
And written on paper.
My words cloud up my head like vapor.
I live in a world full of sins.
It’s like eye lens,
I seek everything.
From me to you,
You to me.
Forever in this world we’ll be.
Everything I feel,
Every soul I heal,
From my life to yours
I hope I make an appeal.
I try and shine a light,
That’s why I sit back and write.
I just thought you should
Know it.
I’m a POET.

                                    Marci H.

It makes you wild,
In a sense of nature.
It makes you hallucinate,
In a world of clouded vapor.
You feel trapped,
And almost heartless.
you also feel thoughtless
in a sense of your mind.
It also interfere with what some people
May say,
Your grind.
It’s hard to manage.
It’s hard to control.
It’s painless,
And need none feelings.
It doesn’t care who or
What you are,
But you have to run to get far.
You have to run to catch it.
It makes you go higher
Than a rocket.
It makes you want to
Lock it-
Far away.
The ticks.
The sounds.
It’s unbearable,
By the heart beats
And pounds.
Your sweat drip.
Biting your fingertips.
Biting your bottom lip.
Paranoid.
Your losing it.
The pressure is heartless.
The pain is scarless,
But yet your scared.
Cries trapped in your throat.
Feels like when time fly
Your sorrows are on a float.
No need for a raincoat or a boat.
We’re sinking in with no floats.
Time is still high,
But I’m sinking underwater,
With a weary cry.
The tick and the tock.
The hard bottom of the ocean.
My body-
Hit that rock.
I can no longer hear the ticks.
I can no longer hear my cries.
I no longer have to sit,
And spell the word.
TIME.


                 Marci H.

Let’s paint a vivid picture,
Up under the movie screen,
Making a love scene,
That’s my favorite part.
Let’s get connected, and
Smoke each other HEART,
Cause I love this part.
Let’s kiss and touch,
If I asked to cuddle would that be too much?
Not too hard,
Or too rough,
I don’t really need LOVE,
I just want LUST,
You ask why?
Because I threw away the key
So it’s hard to TRUST.
Keep going, I haven’t had enough,
This my favorite part.
Don’t stop.
Let’s trace over our beautiful art,
Gleaming in the NIGHT
FEENIN’ for your light
MOANIN’ cause it feels just right
Smiling cause it’s just nice,
This my favorite part.
****** still high,
My FUSTRATION is leaving
I’m MEDITATING, while the air still
STEAMIN’
I’m feeling the inflammation of our
FIRE.
I can’t help what my ****** frustrations
DESIRE
Your **** body I admire,
Bring your “A” game, and your
TONGUE,
yes, it’s REQUIRED
I been tensed up for a min,
I put the kitty on pause, so yes
It’s RETIRED,
Love higher than a TOWER,
Climb up then fall down into
A bed of FLOWERS.
I’m digging you,
And you digging me,
We’re both BLIND to what the
Naked eye cannot SEE,
And that’s love,
We’ve been HYPOTIZED
By laughs and hugs.
****** appeals,
Your time, yes, I STEAL,
Remember we made a DEAL,
But do we have to stick to this
Deal?
Do it have to be a MUST?
Am I under DISGUSIE
To a beautiful heat that LIES?
A tongue SILENCING my cries,
Speechless cause I’m so surprised,
You did all your speaking,
So now it’s time to
WINE and DINE.
Can we CHANGE or minds?
Is it a CRIME,
Can we RECITE this just one more
Time?
It may be too late,
To change back our words,
No longer you HEAR me,
No longer you HEARD.
Your plate has been FINISHED
Your mouth is no longer FULL,
Your plate is CLEAN,
Now my hands is on PULL,
Hanging to your shirt,
Where I can no longer feel like
DIRT,
Here come back,
You can have my SKIRT,
Don’t go you haven’t finished
Have you seen the eye that was
WINNING?
The smile that was GRINNING?
The time that I was STEALING?
The flower that was laid out on the bottom of the tank?
I should be your commander solider,
I should be TOP RANK!
So STOP!
Don’t leave,
I ******* hate doing this,
I hate the GREED,
The FEEN,
It’s KILLING me
So PLEASE,
Let’s talk again,
About the LOVE and LUST
I know this is your favorite part,
But just HUSH
Listen.
I don’t want to RUSH.
I just want to cuddle,
Am I ASKING for too much?
My famous WORDS, and special TOUCH.
If you THINK about it,
This could be our favorite part too.



                                             Marci H.

A guilty heart of a unsteady beat.
Shooting up fire to the ones who couldn’t stand the heat.
Exorcising my own demons,
The ones that creep.
A sorrow so long,
And a pain so deep.
In and out of mischief,
Was a soul to reep.
Praying, crying to God,
‘Please don’t let this be’
Mama talking to me,
Daddy gone.
I felt no love sitting in the passenger side all alone.
Ready to **** something,
High as hell way too gone,
But I have a warm heart,
Just didn’t know when to love,
Or how to start.
I was once taught how to love,
But now reminiscin’ I no longer
Get hugs,
Only a okay, and a shoulder
Shove.
Looking up at the sky one day hoping to be that dove.
In that clear blue sky,
Looking down at this empty world,
That us humans created.
Me and my sins debating,
Rather my anger and pain has truly
Deflated.
I tried to escape it.
Hold the handkerchief mama,
Away with it.
I’ve been up and thru it.
Yes it’s phenomenal.
Hard cold blood,
I’ve been thru the rain and the mud.
So there’s nothing you can really tell me,
At the end of the day I’ll still be-
Me.
Singing my soul away,
I should have been on glee,
Closed casket,
6 feet deep.
Going up the hill but the **** too steep.
Smoking real good,
But it’s too hard too sleep.
It’s too hard to be-
Me.
Deep in the world,
My name is a number.
They recognize me as a number.
Sleeping on the floor in that 2 bedroom house,
Mama you remember?
When shad wasn’t here that and this December,
The sweet scent that lingers,
Tongue rolling and sticky fingers.
My shirt,
My chest,
My heart,
Is where it hurts.
Inflammable, but so sweet,
Is it true?
I can’t be.
Am I?
A CRIMINAL


                                              Marci h.

Is this how it feels?
When the wait seems so long?
Mind in different places
And people’s judgments all wrong?
Heart waiting for the worst
And eyes following a curse,
But there’s no one to tell
Cause your voice
Is all hoarse,
And your tongue is all moist,
Head full of thoughts,
With a world full of doubts.
People doing their own whereabouts,
Government can’t have their way
So they sit back and pout.
Praying to the evil to help their
civilization and problems.
The conspiracy is causing problems,
Killin’ and stealin’
The devil is trying to rob em’.
But it seems like the wait is
Too long.
Blacks scared to come
On the street,
Bums looking for something
To eat,
But yet it’s such a discreet.
Feeling in with so much
Disgreet,
But in God we trust
In due time as we meet.
We cooking in the kitchen,
But can’t stand to feel the heat.
We’re all wrong.
The devil makin’ a tune,
Believe it or not
It’s our favorite song.
Sit back and hear it.


                          Marci H.