uno, dos, tres
am I just stressed?

I used to believe everything we all have is equal
the moment you put a greater sign to everything,
I defended it's normal.

I told the rest they were blinded by anger, am I no different when I side with a closed eye and felt triggered.

To the rest let us not be stressed, for He who plans the rest.

Today is your birthday,
And I should be happy,
But my grief from your lost
Is causing me despondency.
Our memories flash in my head constantly,
And honestly,
I still wish you was here so I can be
Daddy’s little
Girl
To.
Maybe that’ll take away my
Fears
Of guns and bullet wounds.
The blood that splatters and fumes,
And nothing that I can do to stop
My mind that assumes
The president will continue to let
This resume in the sake
Of living I wish I had you to groom
My life when needed.
I see little girls hugged in their daddies arms,
And all I can do is close my eyes
While my insides are screaming.
I wish this despair would go away.
Lord is this a wakeup call
For the sins I have to pay?
The grief that takes over my
Life,
And the non-existence of allay,
But you know everything happens for
A reason,
Even though sometimes in my heart
I feel treason of betrayal and
Cool season.
Daddy my time with you
Was very
S
H
O
R
T.
I’ve became anti-social,
And built my own private
Fort.
Lord I have no resorts, and I’m down to my last.
Lord what am I supposed to do when,
School, friends, family, and life
Kicking me in the a$$?
Daddy you’re rested up and gone,
I just pray you left me a spot
Next to you when I get
Home.
I pray when I start feeling like this
That you’ll never leave me
Alone.
Daddy I will try and make
My success seen for your sake,
And finish what you didn’t.
So upon your decease,
Daddy may you rest in peace.
~October 27,2001- November 16,1974~



Love, Your Daughter
Marci Henderson.

Just like any other story
We've started with oh so blurry
Strangers we were,
I think that's a cliche from somewhere.
At the beginning it was all a blank page
And I'm a bubble trapped in a cage
While you had this heart with broken line
From the girl once you've called mine.
Maybe that's where we gain connection,
The hurt inside which obviously need correction.
Second by second we became friends
I hope it will last right until the end.
The laughs at our little conversation
It is both our path of satisfaction
There are times I'm festering in frustation
Trying to pen my way out of procastination
When I'm all empty,
You're there and refueled my positivity,
Are you the master of laughter spells?
Cause you give me happiness can't even describe in hell.
If perfection is just a lie
Then why do people even try?
I guess it lives within, we cannot see
Just like any second you become crazy.
This man with big gentle heart
We become proportion when it comes to music art,
We both shared common interest
We talk and laugh and forget about the rest.
But his heart needs to heal
He needs to be true and be real.
So wish upon a shooting star
Believe and you will get quite far
A hope, a wish, a dream, a smile
Nothing selfish, nothing vile.
But wish may not come true
So better plan and not out of the blue.
If you ever crash remember I'm here
Reach my hand, I'm giving it to you near.
Thanks for the bow with perfect timing
Great play of arch, friendship we're gaining.
I'm so lucky for having you,
Just wanna say I'm here for anything you do.