My heart was so vain
it fell for beauty despite disdaine
it fell for faces, it needed no names.

My heart was so ill
addicted to pleasures
lust was its favorite feel.

My heart is now in danger
last seen with
dark pretty strangers.

Still a good man.
A good friend,
who really does
stick around to the very end.

One who ignored my sin
blowing upon me
Like an extinguishing fan
to quench the fire burning in man

Oh God, what a good son!
he granted me life
offering peace, calming strife
How can I thank him?

Is there any way?
"Happy Easter"
is probably not the most
gracious thing to actually say.

I'm turning into a person I don't know,
not sure if I should stop
bust a U-turn
or
continue to go.

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

while the others boys lied
about their emotions
he held me and together we cried.

sometimes we both wonder
what life would be like if we died.
both young, both tired.

Afraid of my luck,
I was ready to give up

he said baby don't worry
I told him I needed him bad, please hurry!!!

He convinced me to keep trying,
saying he would protect me forever

he was telling the truth
he was my LION.

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!

I heard noises.
a thumping
soft then heavy
hard and slow
the closer I drew
the more confident
I knew...

I looked to you
cold and distant
yet beautiful.
sinister eyes
you were afraid
'please don't cry'

in the corner
of your dark room
covered in blood
was your heart
I kissed your hole
hopeful for a new start

Them: So you're a lover, a fighter, a rebel, a matyr, an activist, and a poetess. May we ask who inspired you?

Me: Tupac.

Them: Tupac who?

Me: The greatest **** I ever knew.

they told her to live a little
and she did.

a lil ****
a lil squeeze

pop a pill
cop a  feel

for some liquor
boys could freak her

a lil ***
a lil head
***/AIDS
now she dead.

they told her to live a little
so she did.*

she didn't know better
she was just a kid.

I only wish
I would have kissed you.
Nothing like the little regrets
over little things
we were not brave enough to do.

at night
it's the worse.

you're my vice
a religious curse.

I was born sick
and you're my nurse.

release me Satan
take me to church!!!

he used me everyday
his favorite electric soul
power he did know
distance I did go...
abuse always did follow

one day he found me
drained, rusted,
& out of juice
our magnetic force
had finally come loose

he cried frantically
desperately fixing me up
with man made tools
It was simply to late
a dead lover was his fate

lucky he
able to revive me
with little life left
I vibrated with long pauses
I had to return with proper causes

told my boy, I'm no toy
now kiss my achy breaky heart
only then will I begin again,
only then will our love restart!

winter reminds me that the world is cold,

and sometimes I despise white, because of the snow

it gets dark early, so places I dread to go

winter *****, a **** it can blow!

I hate you winter... this you should know.

Quiet people have the most amazing stories to tell
for they have mastered the art of observing very well
While others seem ready & reckless
patient ones pay great attention to detail!

Live fast, die young!
Oh cautious one, steady but slow as a snail
the peace in your soul shall take you high
floating to heaven, flying over hell!

I wish when you drank
you could be happy.

I'm afraid when you drink,
because you get snappy.

At first you dance,
then cry because your life is ******.

If you're sad, why shouldn't I be?
after all, you're the woman that had me.

Soon, I cry and drink too,
like mother like daughter, I do what you do.

from dirt I come
whipped and cracked from the sun
rain flows and heals my wounds
when my fruit grows
I'll forget my troubles soon
still I love, still I rise,
giving blessings
to the the grass
I dry my own tears
and hide in my own fears.

nature is my mother
the moon is my brother
my father inhabits the sky
and he takes pleasure
in his little flower
that is me...
a brown rosebud
a baby from nothing
more than mud.

They say when you love someone,

you should never treat them bad.

But, I keep messing up,

making Jesus sad.

**Lord have mercy on my sin and please don't get mad!

Tiny gap

inbetween my teeth;

Two lovers

waiting to meet.

I try so hard to reach the hot pits of my soul

Where passion, pleasure, and pain go

My inner secrets and fears I deserve to know

But every chance I get, I ignorantly blow...

painted smiles
today
will
soon
turn
into
silent
cries
tomorrow.

I AM
just a poet.
young
naive
anxious
sensitive
fearful
and beautifully
uneducated.
Yet, eloquent
with words
as art.
Writing is the
red blood
which pumps through
my black heart.
So presumptuous *******,
before you judge me
have mercy
and remember
**"she is only but a ******* poet"

and when she smiled
the sun cried.

and when she walks
the angels talk.

and I wish I could see her soon
at night we could watch the stars and paint the moon.

and I pray that someone will love her
like she deserves one day.

She's amazing in every way
I love her more with each word I say.

The boogeyman has a name
Indeed, he's real!
They call him Lust.
A haunting, I always feel.

Born to this life
naked, afraid, and shamed
will I ever know death
by any other name?
Besides being buried in the ground
with the same dirt
which I first came

writer's block
is far worse
than a **** block

creativity
is a caged bird
in a small box

words are a ******
but my legs
are tightly locked

thoughts come close
trying to reach
the G spot

but I gets no love
like a *****
in a ***** sock!

They all want my love,
But I don't have the time.

They think of me often,
But money is on my mind.

They think they know me,
But I am a very rare kind.

Libra is my sign,
So read between the lines.

In the darkness without sunlight
In a drought without water
not from soil,
but from hard, cold, filthy concrete.
Many doubted,
but a bud had sprouted.

Despite neglect,
a rose beautifully grew
she never lost hope
faith in him she always knew
the discovery was unexplainable
especially since that rose became you.

My lovers always neglect me
when I need them most.

This is why I'm guarded
dogs bite, when you let them close.

My lovers always reject my love
I now know the meaning behind the tears of a dove.

My lovers were never lovers at all
because lovers are there to catch those they love
when they fall.

Today I got a tattoo,
it reminded me of you.

It hurt like hell,
made me cry,
sadness swelled up in my right eye.

I like things that are bad for me I wonder why?

But it's very beautiful, so now I'm happy,
although at first the feeling was really ******.

careful
what
you
look
for
you
may
just
find
it!

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.

Not even ***

Nor love

I just need a hug

I counted my freckles today
            I had so many, I lost count.

One for each heartbreak
           some loser brought about!

To hate is to feel strong
but to be weak

to love is to be strong
but to feel weak

I looked in the mirror
afraid to sneak a peek

expected a coward
but behold there stood a lion!

I began to drink
no time later,
my heart began to think
dignity began to sink
let me tell you a secret that you already knew
I really, really, really want you
and this feeling is nothing new
trust me, drunkenness knows whats true
you like that? that's funny to you?
I bet the size of the ocean just grew...

Beauty intimidates me.

I was afraid to speak,

but I professed my love for you

with a little peek.

insomnia has become a gateway
to my new drug
sheets are my lover
lonley body it hugs.
brown burden
outstretched
and laid
routine nights
spontaneous days.
if I never awake
sleeps cousin
has become my fate.
with confidence
blame my death
on sleep aid.

Today I gave my crush a flower,
because no one has ever done it for me.

But it shrank from the summer heat,
it fried in my back seat.

The rose was pink,
how my heart use to be.

Now it's black
burnt from fury.

I was once a romantic,
but now I just want somebody to go to bed with.

I never feel closer to Jesus,

than when people mistreat me.

whose girl is she?*

anger was my father.

sadness was my mother.

depressed, has become me.

A little black and blue baby.

As a woman.
As an African American.
As a poet.
I can only hope to be,
As close as a
phenomenal
woman as she!