I never feel closer to Jesus,

than when people mistreat me.

I was made to love
Sometimes I hate
I’m broken

I'm no comedian,
but to see you smile
I become funny.

I'm not rich
but I will hustle
to get you money.

I'm no chef
but your taste, I savor
I desire your flavor.

I'm no freak
but new lovers,
I love to meet.

I'm no hoarder
but admirers
I love to keep.

**I AM A POET
A LIBRA
A PEOPLE PLEASER

The 23 of the month came
and breath entered my body,
I remembered my name.

Billboards with my face
People cheered me on,
overnight fame.

11 months of living with amnesia,
I'm alive again.
With pride I can chant, **I AM LIBRA!

the blood of bulls
runs through my body
anger, sadness,
and confusion,
swim throughout my cells

miles away my friend
cries tears into wishing wells
she too is slowly dying,
her faith has gone astray
strength is slipping away

selfish me
full of life unhappily
dying to get to heaven
living in hell

selfless her
dreading heaven
desiring hell
dying of sickle cell.

pretty when u cry

beautiful when u die

your eyes roll when I sigh

begging and pleading; I try

I fell in love with your hi

but you still broke my heart

with a lovely goodbye

I was drugged by romance
but woke up in reality

I was ***** by lust,
and woke up afraid. Who to trust?

I died the death, many of us dream of
a silly young girl, believing in *real love