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Tee Jay Jun 2014
A young girl of only nine years,
stands in the doorway as her mother disappears.
As she zooms down the road,
the girl wonders why.
Her sister explains,
as she begins to cry.

Her father is gone,
never to return.
The tears stream down her face,
and her eyes start to burn.

He had left them for good,
God took him back home.
Her best friend had vanished,
she was left all alone.

Her father is dead,
she will see him once more.
He will lay in his casket,
and be lowered into the floor.
On June 29th, it will be exactly 6 years since I lost my best friend. I was 9 years old.
Tee Jay Jun 2014
What the hell did I just do?
I've finally done it.
Once everyone hears,
my barrier will be gone.

I made myself vulnerable.
Allowed them to hear my poetry.
My poetry,
which is mine.
My poems are for me.

Now...
Now they will all see my insides.
All the pain.
All the tears.
All the...me...

All the me,
which I did not want them to see.
All the me,
which I have spent years hiding.
All the me,
which no one wants to see.

I have finally done it...

****.
  Jun 2014 Tee Jay
Nickols
I am not a pleasant person, or even really all that nice.
Instead imagine me as the broken glass you backed over and now are left with a flat tire.
The one black sock in your load of whites, staining the fabric in shame.
That annoying buzzing in your ear that never goes away.
The wall you stubbed your toe on in the middle of the night and screamed, "*******!"

I am not a Sunday morning
or even
a Friday night's lay.
I'm a Monday, 5PM traffic hour just waiting to flip you the bird.
I am the gum on the sidewalk which you happened to step in.
I'm a disaster.
A train wreck.
The red stain on existence, that won't ever come out.

I'll never will be any thing like, a simple smile. Or even a timeless wonder.

I am the darkness that dances in the light.

I am me.
Unpleasant and really not that nice.
This is a poke at myself. Sometimes when you're down, all you can do is make fun of yourself.
  Jun 2014 Tee Jay
S
They were once the people I could trust my life into
All I want to know is: what did I do?
Best friends until the end, we said,
Yet every night I lay crying in bed.
It does not take a sleuth
To discover this poem only speaks the truth.
Lies and drama filled to the brim
My emotions forever more grim.
You ignored me, and I didn't know how to react.
So, I just did it back.
Barely a glance when we see each other
Sometimes I wish we could treat each other like sister or brother.
Writing this pains me
But sometimes this is key.
You broke my heart and trust
I tried to apologize and that ended in a bust.
Forgiving them is no longer an option.
You pick out your new friends like an adoption.
Who's cute, who's nice?
Who's quiet, veins filled with ice?
I must confess
I now know summertime sadness.
  Jun 2014 Tee Jay
T'yana Brown
A strong woman you are
Determined & Intelligent too

We disagreed often
Just like sisters do
Shared plenty of laughs;
Tears too
No one could replace u

My Dear Sister


**Sisters 4 Ever
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