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Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Inferno Negro

the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.


Details | Rhyme | |

I hate MRS Oleson

I hate Harriet Oleson because she was a bitch.
Somebody should've had that awful woman lynched.
She makes me so mad that the veins in my forehead start to throb.
That woman was greedy, mean and she was the world's biggest snob.

She had a spoiled brat for a daughter who was named Nellie.
But when Laura Ingalls threw hay on her, she became smelly.
If I had been MR. Oleson, I would've gotten a divorce.
His wife was so ugly, she had the face of a horse.

If I could've gotten my hands on MRS. Oleson, I would've gave her a good shake.
Every time she looked in mirrors, they were bound to break.
The Ingalls were very good people and they were also very nice.
But I wish MRS. Oleson would've had to shave her head because of lice.


Details | Free verse | |

Mixed Feelings

You wanna know why I read?
I read because books are my escape.
I read because the friends I have in books are so much truer than the friends I have in real life.
I read because in books I am as breathtakingly beautiful as the heroine in the story and not a one-hundred-thirty-three pound white girl with a black girl’s ass. 
I read because the stories are either so good, I can try to wish myself into them
Or they’re so horrid they make my life look like a fairytale.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because the parents in books don’t yell at me for failing a test that I stayed up until 1 in the morning studying for
Or tell me I’m getting cellulite when its clear that I already hate the way I look.
I read because the little brothers and little sisters in books are adorably hilarious where mine are annoyingly bothersome.
I read because when my nose is in a good book, my mind is where that book is, not in the reality that is my life.
I read because the boys in books are more kind to me than the boys in my classes at school.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because I love to read.
But you wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because reading is shameful in the world I live in.
I don’t read because reading is something tedious, a chore you do simply to make the grade in English.
I don’t read because the stories in books remind me just how much my life sucks.
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every page I turn is another homework assignment not turned in, another failing grade to show my parents.
I don’t read because every time I read I want a snack to munch on, and every time that snack is a chocolate bar I think to myself “You fat, ugly girl, you don’t need that chocolate, you know what they say: a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips.”
I don’t read because what boy wants a girl whose prince charming is not ever going to show up on her front porch with a dozen roses and a devastatingly handsome smile?
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every time I finish a book that was a new obsession, I have to find one just like it and there never is one.
I don’t read because when the hero dies, so does a piece of my heart.
I don’t read because every book I read just reminds me that I’m the freak brainiac of my class, and that’s all anyone sees when they look at me.
I don’t read because the perfect characters in books make me hate my imperfect self.
I don’t read because I hate to read.


Details | I do not know? | |

HATE

Hate, 
A strong word
Word of discrimination
Word of power
Can tear friends and family apart
Used everyday in everyway
Hate,
A four letter word that will destroy our life
Word of prejudice
A word known as abdhorrence
So harmful and so dangerou, yet we still use it.


Details | Couplet | |

ON READING TO THE LAST LINE OF A POEM THAT YOU HATE

ON READING TO THE LAST LINE OF A POEM THAT YOU HATE

                  If you hate what you have read
                   Take good heed to what I've said
                      Like a meal good verse is fine
                       Dessert may grace the final line


Details | I do not know? | |

I Love Writin

SOMETIMES I FEEL STUCK W/NO POSSIBILITIES
LIKE IM ALONE CUZ NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME
I KNO IM RARE CUZ THERE'S NO ONE LIKE ME
MIMICKIN IS NOT AN OPTION CUZ DEN U'LL HAVE 2 GET INSIDE OF ME
FLOW THRU MY VEINS WIT EASE
RUSH 2 MY HEART N STAY
LIVE IN MY BRAIN
LEARN Y I'M NOT HEALIN
OTHA THEN DAT U'LL NEVA KNO WAT IM FEELIN
I CAN HIDE MY CARES N WORRIES UNTIL DEY START SUBSIDIN
I GOT A LOT OF THINGS INSIDE OF ME THAT I'VE BEEN HIDIN
EMOTIONS THAT I'VE BEEN FIGHTIN
SO I FOUND MY OUTLET N SO I KEEP WRITIN

I DNT CARE IF THE NEXT PERSON LIKES IT
OR IT DOESNT SOUND RIGHT
CUZ ITS THE TRUTH FROM MY HEART
I'VE NEVER WROTE IN PENCIL
CUZ IF I HAVE 2 ERASE IT WASNT REAL
U CANT REWRITE MISTAKES N LIFE RIGHT?
U JUS HAVE 2 MOVE ON

DA INK REPRESENTS EVERYTHIN I'VE DONE WRONG & RIGHT
& HOW I LIVE W/NO REGRETS SO IF I MAKE A MISTAKE...N I WILL
I'LL NEVA TRY 2 ERASE IT
AND 4 A MOMENT I FEEL ALRIGHT
CUZ I GOT SUMTHINGS OFF OF MY CHEST & MIND
I TRY NOT 2 TAKE THINGS 4 GRANTED
SO Y AM I TAKEN?
I HAVE LOVE N MY HEART BUT I WANT 2 EXCHANGE IT
I HAVE FEAR IN MY EYES BUT U CANT SEE IT
I KEEP MY HEAD REAL LOW SO I DONT GET QUESTIONED
I HATE WEN I HAVE 2 EXPLAIN Y PPL HAVE BEEN SO SELFISH
THEY MAKE ME HAPPY THEN TAKE MY HAPPINESS WEN THEY LEAVE
PPL DID SOME THINGS 2 ME U WOULDN'T BELIEVE
BUT FROM MY PAST I LEARN N DEN TRY 2 REFRAIN
TRYIN NOT 2 DO DA SAME THINGS AGAIN
TRYN NOT 2 CRY CUZ I'VE BEEN BETRAYED
I HATE 2 CRY SO I'LL START WRITIN AGAIN
I LOVE 2 WRITE CUZ IT TELLS ME ABOUT ME
LIKE THE THINGS I THINK I KNO ABOUT MYSELF 
AND EVEN THE THINGS I DONT SEE
WHEN I WRITE ITS LIKE IM BI-POLAR
I HAVE MULTIPLE PERSONALITES CUZ I NEVA WRITE BOUT DA SAME FEELINGS
BUT THEY'RE ALL ME
GLUE A PEN 2 MY HAND CUZ I'LL NEVA STOP WRITIN
IT DA 1 THING DAT MAKES ME....HAPPY


Details | Free verse | |

I Hate this Poem

I hate this poem.
I wrote this poem, it is my work 
but I don’t like this poem, I wrote this as I 

watched an old man sitting on a park bench, 
reading, he would read a few lines
then look up to stare out at the world,

then he would drop his eyes
to read a few more lines; 
of what I think was poetry,

again he would stare out at the world.
Yes, it must have been poetry-
good poetry, at least to this man.

When he finished reading and
closed the book he sat there
with a soft, sad face, his eyes were

full of tears and he just stared out…
thinking of a lost love perhaps or
a long-a-go memory.

Maybe he was pondering the struggle 
of life; the quiet of death. I am only sure  
that he had read a perfect poem.

To that man, on that day, he had read 
the perfect poem and the poem he felt, 
he made it his own, taken it to heart.

But he is gone, never to read poetry
on that park bench again, never
will he read this poem my poem; that I hate.


Details | Free verse | |

building my case

why you go out of your way to make the world mad
the little power we gave you
walked all over me
and funny you think im the only one you have to answer to
but id start here
id start here if i was you

so many people like me
coming unglued
soo many people tired of you
you dont care
go do your suicide somewhere else
target audience
headless beast on a power trip
sell it to yourself
i have no time for you

Haters
nothing wrong with the haters
they have good reason to hate you
i hate you too
pushed the envelope too far
now there is nothing i can do
not for you

Desperate for control
you teach me the wrong wisdoms
why do i continually sit here and watch and l;isten a bunch of idiots
taking no responsibility for their own bull@#$%
i will be making my case
against each one of you in turn
but what do i know of being obsessed to a sick mind game

one by one
day by day
pointing my finger
calling out the names to bl;ame
wanna dance
the whole world knows
took a stand for all the wrong things
do you even know what you are
your puieces fit
ill rub it in your face
show you what you stand for
your wrong answers

solviong your riddles
whats the answer in the middle of all these sick individuals
whose the ones to blame
your utopia of $%& just got taken away

the pieces fit allright
ill point you out
tell everyone what part of the twisted plot 
how you betray me
building my case
its just too obvious
way too obvious
disk by disk
movie by movie
how your working together for genocide
i have no time for you good riddance
swim in your own viceral

tell me why you said those things you said
acted the way you did
lied to me again
the part of your own denial
a world throws you away
not me for being innocent
the world you create how it affected me
we will be going to trial

building my case
learned from your hate speach
all the times you tried to kill me
you get paid to live my dreams
the ones you takle away from me
building my case i'll show everyone
what your doing
building my case
you are a war crime
and your not getting away with it

go live with yourself
obsessed with yourself
and how you can lash out
i dont need it
i have no time for this
life is too short for this bull$%&^
so i'm building my case
of your warcrimes

I don't forgive you
i never will
laugh all you want at your power trip
your delusion of pwer does not have me fooled


Details | Lyric | |

FAQs: Love And Hate

Hate and to hate, 
To be hated and be hateful.

I don’t want to know hate, 
For I don’t want to be hated.

I will not be hated, 
‘Cos I am not hateful.

Thou, hate knocked me out to my feet,
I have no will or courage of knowing it.

Question: What is hate?
Answer: Sorry, I don’t know, mate!

Question: What is love?
Answer: That’s you and me, without hate.