There is no worse pain
than seeing babies grow
into kids who hardly ever
call your name.

It's hard to compete with the world,
it's glory, it's beauty, it's fame.

Is my generation to blame?

He told me
wine and cigars
won't get me far
I agree,
but it helps minimize the scar.

She told me
I was too confused
and addicted to being used
I agree,
I've grown fond of abuse.

Mom told me,
I quit too much
and can be ungrateful
I agree,
my sadness makes me hateful.

I told me self
quit focusing on others
and fix yourself
I agree,
I don't need nobody else.

a pleasant smile on your face
made me wonder
how sweet you might taste---
passionate poetry inside your mouth
only then would you feel the words
I often speak about.

I wanted to seal the deal
let you know, a dreamer,
that this was real.
I was a angel in flesh
here to give your heart a rest.
Then one day you gave me a test.

You came over,
lust and anxiety on my shoulders
I tried to relax, I inched closer
I touched you nice and slow,
my heartbeat started to grow,
seeing how far I could go
but confidence is something I do not know.

She used to have so much Life is her eyes
but I guess it died, it left with her cries.

She used to fly light as a feather,
but now stormy is her only weather.

She used to play music and dance in the rain,
now she's stiff and numb with pain.

I remember that sweet little face,
please remember her name.

May she rest in peace.
Depression is to blame.

I vow to no longer be used by men,
sacrificing my soul for the sake of sin.

I vow to never again confuse love with ***
gaining nothing, after giving them my best.

I vow to be a woman, no longer a *****,
because my heart and ****** is tired of being sore.

From the sky
I gaze down
trying my best not to cry
I am finally free!
I can finally fly!

From the clouds
I can hear screams sung aloud
I glance down to see
a woman,
a man,
a child.

The woman is heartbroken
the man's shirt is full of sweat and blood,
it's filthy and soaking
the child has tears on his cheeks
confusion and pain slowly running.

I begin to die, as the child starts choking
I too, was in abusive relationship with a man named Life
the sun nor showers would stop him from beating his wife.

He loved me when it began
but he could never get past my affair with sin
then one day God heard my prayer and let me in.
To hell went my husband and boyfriend
I knew it was over.
This was the end.

My heart has broken
a million times before
life has used me up
as it's little *****.

Life has kidnapped my mind
and robbed me of my time
it has silenced my screams
and made me witness ungodly things.

Mother nature has turned me against my neighbor
the father of lies forced me to work, unpaid labor
I laugh now, cry later
my tears and my smile...

*is my offering to my Savoir