"sammie" poems
Oh my God you figured it out. Oh my God. Now I know. And I'm so glad.
I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!!
I don't like him. I don't love him.
THAT WOULD BE ******
because we are one and he is me and I am him and what I thought was love was just me being stupid and just me liking how he likes to cuddle and now I know it's not true and I can't thank you enough.
And you put it into words so eloquently, not your strongest point Sammie.
You can get married or whatever but don't date cause that would be ******
And it would be and it is so thank god we're not dating even though everyone wants us too.
I'm so relieved
And I texted you thanks Sammie and you replied ok... and I sent you a smiley face even though what I really wanted to do was kiss you and thank you a billion time because now I'm not confused anymore and I don't need to be embarrassed or hate myself because I didn't want to like him. And now I know I don't.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Suicide is not something you joke about!
Suicide is not something you should ever do!
Suicide is something that can hurt everyone around you!
Suicide is not something that you should think about!
So please if you will open your eyes you will see everyone will miss you!
SO DON'T **** YOURSELF!!!!!!!
R.I.P.
Sammie Muhammad at Carmichal Middle School in Richland, Washington
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
We are sisters as such,
Elbow to elbow,
Knee to knee.
They call her Maddie and Sammie is she.
My eyes are of dark,
And hers are of blue.
Maddies got the brains in her head,
Sam's the one with sand in her shoe.
I am goofy and fearless,
Always ready to shout.
The Sam that I am
Cuz why fit in when you are born to stand out.
I'm 9 and I'm Maddie.
I wonder and think and my thoughts are in tact.
I'm smart and I'm cautious.
But remember life' s a great balancing act.
Our dads' name is Joe Shmoe
He's a wonderful dad, this is truer than true.
Cuz there's noone alive
That is youer than you.
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
Look at me. Now look at your Love's Best Face
Between us both should un-bridge this Compare
How Worldwide Souls plead with your own Fast Grace
And her patient Prayers ask for you there
Now since you Learned her Independence that
Soon her Arm's Reach will promote to a Palm
As many Groupies do hassle her at
When Sammie and Jackie re-unite upon
So in this Contrast - where does my Role shift
Far from Connection in so much a Pearl
A Thorn, at that! ***** this Bleeding Thumb lift
Which by the Scythe cut the Phantom and furl.
Even though these Issues may Lock and Wane
Three Years hence, these Tears relieve my Insane.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
living with a mind this
gladly doing the ***** i do not aspire to
very slow clap because my hands are full
& the thrill is gone
spending days friendless, loveless
in loneliness
nothing lies within
no pleasure coming
wearing mask, cannot take it off
easy task, only fake sweetness
wrenches me bad, even god
must get the blues
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Respect is something to be given and earned
But if you've got crosses and money to burn
Y'all ******* are gonna have to wait your turn
Because you've got something to learn
See, I stand with the spurned
Yellow, red, pink and brown
gonna use my privilege
And put my boots on the ground
Revolt, revolver,
fight to turn it around
See you can drone on
With your dog-whistle cries
I'll be teaching my children to see through those lies
You plant bodies
While we plants seeds
Herbicide, genocide resistant weeds
Gonna choke you out
For making us bleed
You keep turning our plowshares into swords
So we ain't gonna work on Sammie's farm no more
So my elders in the hoods in the back of the truck
Drunk on power can all go get ******
There's more of us than there are of you
And when we all wake up,
What you think you gonna do?
We're gonna just keep firing bullets of the mind
And your armies that are fam gonna leave you behind
Or make you think they're yours for true
When their mind is turned on
And it's turned on you
You're in deep **** now
With no canoe
So I ask again, what the hell you gonna do?
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
Once my Jack ruled the woods.
He could capture squirrels at will,
dig out moles, he even got a few hawks.
When his eyes went blind,
things changed.
Oh sure, he could still sniff the air
& let out a few barks,
but the spark wasn’t in him anymore.
And when he missed
the grey fox tracking us,
I knew it was nearly over.
He succumbed to old age
three months later.
The vet came out and injected him
with the deadly mix.
Sammie died right in my arms,
he went totally limp,
I heard his last breath
& cried like a baby,
couldn’t believe he was gone.
He’s buried out in my backyard now.
I miss him every day,
the way he used to played,
how he’d run circles around me,
tease me with his ball.
Though things are silent,
& there are no dog sounds,
I still call his name.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC