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.

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.

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.

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.

"You only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go...
And you let her go."

-Passenger

"He who loses money, loses much; He that loses a friend, loses much more; He that loses faith, loses all."
-Unknown

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

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.

The sunshine wouldn't be warm
without the cold,
and the rain wouldn't be sweet
without the drought.


-Unknown

Only a fool can spot out what love is,
But only a lover can spot out what love means.

-Marci H.

And as time begins to start our future,
It'll be up to us to guide and nurture,
Into a more realistic, loveable life.
Even when it's wrong, It'll always feel right.
Me sitting in your arms brings many joy's, and less light.
I was never afraid to jump,
Just was always scared of the height...

-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.

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.

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.

A free mind feels so much free
When you free it

-Marci H.

I don't want to die with a
Broken heart.
It feels I may die from a
Broken heart.
I overstand I've died with a
Broken heart!
My eyes cried with invisible tears
Everything is compacted that says "Maybe next year"
or maybe next year I'll be just
Fine,
Sip some wine, and unwind.
Maybe next year I won't die with a
Broken Heart.
The stains of hopeless and shame
Have left me here to rot.
I've stirred my own emotions here
in this ***;
a little pain here,
and some hurt there.
I wish I could go back in time
When walking around the land bare
was never rare.
Now all I get is materialistic
Worldly laughs,
and blank stares.
My heart will be broken as
Soon as it's spoken.
Like a little kid at Chuck E. Cheese
Spending its last token.
I don't know when to start or how to leave.
Maybe one day I'll take this old
Heart out my chest and breathe-
but last time I checked that was considered a
Cold-hearted thief.
My old ways have died,
but left me with no relief.
Lord please don't leave me;
I don't want to die with a
Broken heart.
It feels I may die with a
Broken heart.
I've overstood that I'll die with a
Broken heart.

-Marci H.

"Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man (woman) child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the ******* that I should ****?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."

-Job