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Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Kis

A Kis

RICHsTgPOOR



CharlaXFabels

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 Do eye need a kis. Eye need a girl to kis. Eye have a girl that eye can kis. 
Eye have kis her in the rain. Eye have kis her in mye heart. Eye have kis her in 
mye start of every day for years of love. Eye have only to the kis to go to read more 
into kis to find the place she dwells in this old mortal frame of yearning 
dwelling place. The kis is purple bliss of alarm blazing love waking me from 
death like a Snow White Charmed young man a captive smith to Pocahontas 
fame. A dandelion flower lost in the caverns of the depths Ianthe drowning mee 
in sea ward tufts of left and right bouts of beating on the air to keep from sliding 
to the depths of drowning in her arms of love. A leap at faith a death reprieved 
from Grounded Grave a leaping portent making waves of Gragon wings. An 
attitude of love refrained in every tuft of wind again the sound of love the beating 
of the water on the roof of tin the sound of kis inside the wind and rain. A younger 
man and woman would have hardware in the way the nose and yes the nose gay 
and the corners of the vampyrific fangs. The center of the tongue is one the belly 
button too. The snooker table has a cue it’s called the ball extender bridge it's a 
cheater it’s made to let the basest man to reach her in the wind. There is so 
many problems with people the gas is oughta sight at the pumps this country is 
no longer prominent but a third world country going south. The end of time has 
come and arrived the ruthless and worthless rule in the name of god money and 
time. Take a number wait in line what’s your name please fill this out and wait. 
The number of his namme. Have you got a credit card or payment of any kind iff 
you can give me seven dollars for an office visit eye will help you the doctor is inn. 
The man was lighting a candle in front of the computer and the lieberrian asked 
him what do you think you are doing he said eye cannot see the screen. There is 
not very many rich people in all those cars on the highway whizzing by the most of 
them is middle class or less the plastic hose on the back seat is a siphon they 
use it to get gas. Eye had too many problems at home growing up to ever be a 
father. The age factor plus the drug indicator keeps me from trying to further my 
benefactor with fodder or with mudder. The morality of this hurried fable of 
dividing documents is this a kis. 

 
  
  


Details | Rhyme | |

Alter-Ego

The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.

All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.

She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Nineteen fable

 Nineteen fable 
Nineteen fable 
 
MUSICK NONnude Review 
 
 
CHarlaxFabels 
 
Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in 
a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps. 
Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The 
Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable 
bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing. 
John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and 
left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave 
thing. 
Daddy had a band 
Played him a little guitar 
Traveled in a van 
Livin' that rock and roll 
Night after night 
People comin' up to the bandstand 
Say you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

It was late one night 
Cruisin' on down the interstate 
Stopped into a diner 
To get him some chili and fries 
Heard the waitress tell a guy 
Standin' over by the jukebox 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Well daddy took a shine 
To the lil' girl behind the counter 
She movin' her hips to the swamp beat 
Right on time 
Said could he play her somethin' 
Over there on the jukebox 
She said you can't wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Daddy had a plan 
He asked that girl to marry 
With a brand new wife 
They're livin' on rock and roll 
Night after night 
She whispers oh so sweetly 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 




Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | I do not know? | |

Money

Sure it can live
No it cant feel
Something gives when the cream is real


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | Rhyme | |

Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
 
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
 
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
 
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.

 


Details | Verse | |

Children Listen

This is a poem.
It's not abstract.
So if you just sit back and listen,
you'll understand
I'm going to say this poem twice,
so listen with your heart the first time
but listen with your heart again

Say good morning when someone says good morning to you
Speak when spoken to
Look a person in the eye and be confident even if you're not
and be willing to learn what you know not

Don't be so quick to speak out loud
and then cover your mouth in shame 
once you realize what just came out
It's too late - so think before you shout

Be accountable for your actions
Your character is defined by what you do when people aren't looking
because when they are
They see in your behavior all the doings of the heart
So be honest with yourself and do the right thing...it's not hard

Learn!
Use life's resources
I know what it's like to be in dark places
going through trials - unhappy child
But learning and reading and growing is all relative to your future
So escape in a poem or good book
and don't let the enemy defeat you

Stay in touch with positive members of your family ties
Record yourself saying wonderful things about your life
Recite them daily...then write

Be the first to offer respect
Stay calm
give others a chance to talk
Be humble, but never nobody's fool
Don't allow others to mistreat you
Stand up for your rights and have a voice,
but do it with dignity and be tactful.

And girls...
Go ahead..wear your skinny jeans and your bangles
but accept other for their style, their view
see things from their angle

And fellas...
Pull those pants up..tuck those shirts in
and stop trying to be gangsta
If I can see your underwear thats unacceptable behavior 
and it's not okay
It's embarrasing to the struggle and it's a disgrace

It's time to move past the stereotypes of race
I know you got alot to face
but once you learn what your ancestors did to get you to this place,
It will seem like a walk in the park
and you'll be proud to have helped the case

Young people I tell you
if you follow these rules
You can change the world
and become a generation renewed


Details | ABC | |

Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Rhyme | |

Be Her

You see her?
Why don't go be like her?
No one likes you,
so this is what you must do.

You must stop being yourself,
get off of you shelf.
You must please everyone,
to do that, you must be number one.

She's the perfect girl,
you're the no one in the world.
So go ahead, and give yourself away,
since you're going the wrong way.

You are no longer you,
see what you can do.
You are now her,
that's better than what you ever were.


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Free verse | |

Courtship

When being told you're “perfect”
but that it's not enough
what can you even do
in pursuits of love?

The seemingly endless process of
meeting and greeting
sharing, laughing, loving, caring
even becoming attached to family, pets
all so that it may come to an abrupt
ofttimes one-sided end- 
it wears me down
I'm far too young to feel as drained
I'm far too young to feel as pained
I'm far too young to feel as enslaved and betrayed
by this process of courtship as I do

Those older and wiser counsel: 
Patience, waiting is never easy
The right one will come along
You're a good person with a good heart
and you've got a lot to offer
It's their loss
*sigh*
I already know all of that, 
but it doesn't mean I accept it
It doesn't mean a part of me
cannot fear that the one I held dear
should have been mine to keep,
mine to fight for, mine to live for,
mine to die for
But what can I do?
What can I do?


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother Muther Muvva

Mother never mentioned how much she disliked her third daughter
I forgot to tell her it swung both ways
She made my skin crawl with her false showcase laughter
Hungover, closed curtain ...Snap!      'Lay... still!' days
Hating her husband, disliking her friends
Teasing her children..would happily send
Muvva into a state of euphoria
I understand now..
But i didn't back then
 
Weeks in her cavern.. stirring the cauldron
Upsetting the... e_qui_li_brium
And she loved it ...
Almost as much as she hated herself
I see it now.. the selfish bitter twisted soul
Scarred by a life
Of not knowing how to be.. nice
 
Often she exclaims, 'met this girl on the bus!' and she continues
With..
The girl said....'I wish you was my Muther' 
I have to confess
So do I!....
 


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Never Be Afraid to Speak up

Big brown eyes and long brown hair
Shes so beautiful it isn't fair.
With every step she seems to glow
she's so pretty but she doesn't know...

High school jock with long strong legs
hes wasting his years drinking down kegs.
The beautiful girl stands near by
but she can't approach him she's far to shy...

Watching this girl for many years
scrawny boy with large round ears.
Big huge glasses that cover his eyes
want's to talk to the girl but hes far to wise...

Scrawny boy with the large round ears decides
hes going to overcome one of his fears
he walks up to the girl and asks her her name
just as the jock scores a goal that wins the game...

He tries again but she sends him away
she says she doesn't want to see him any day.
He walks away with his heart broken
shut down just after the moment he had spoken....

Beautiful boy with the golden skin
every girl want's to be with him.
After watching the jock break the beautiful girl's heart
all he could do was watch her fall apart....

Beautiful girl looks his way 
This was what he'd wished for every day
but now many years later, looking back
he remembers himself the scrawny boy
and how she made his heart crack....

This is a message to give everyone a chance
don't judge people with a once over glance.
Treat everyone right because its the best thing to do
You'll live your life happy the whole way through.


Details | Free verse | |

Rush Hour

Heads bowed they scurry,
In formation, but each to his own,
Like great lines of supplicating ants,
Flowing in polar directions.
A horn honks, hardly heard,
As the girl in a world of her own,
Steps out across the junction.
Tyres screeching, hearts beating,
A shout, A greeting,
Old friends meeting,
Across the street as the girl keeps walking.
They move, they rush,
Too close, they push,
All for one and none for all,
The people keep on scurrying.
A crowd, oblivion,
So many, alone.
This, then, is Rush Hour.


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I'll always protect her from you

You beat up your girlfriend because you are a brute.
I tried to send you to jail but your girl won't prosecute.
I'm a preacher but I won't marry the two of you.
If I did that, it would be a very evil thing to do.

It was a sad day when she agreed to be your wife.
I will not help you to destroy that poor girl's life.
Besides physically abusing her, you verbally abuse her as well.
How dare you expect me to help you make her life a living hell!

It makes me very angry when I see her battered and bruised.
I begged her to stay at my house but sadly, she refused.
Your girl is a fine lady who I've known for many years.
It breaks my heart when you make her burst into tears.

You will go to other preachers but I'll tell them all about you.
And when I do that, they'll refuse to perform the ceremony too.
I'll make your girl see the truth if it's the last thing that I do.
I'm a servant of the Lord and I'll always protect her from you.

(Even though this is a fictional poem, many women need protection from domestic violence.)


Details | Free verse | |

Acceptance without exception!

A primeval well accepted tradition
Once married a girl need to adjust
Even if the in-laws burn her to death
Put on a smile in front of the society
No authority to follow owned rights
Yes to all decided by unity except her
Get up each day with warmth for all
Even when it kills her thousand times
As marriage is a constitution to drive
Change the life of a girl without asking

A man’s world widely accepted by all
Women after all seen “behind” success
Esteem is so called the wealth of men
In the chauvinistic driven modern world
We talk of technology and progression
Yet the hearts within still unsecured
If women will really get empowerment
Will hamper our proclaimed self esteem 
Keep them in veils, trap them in rituals
Many societies follow such strategy!!!

Safety and security for working women
Still a big question in this global forum
As change is feared to accept equality
Devils in form of men disgrace the esteem
Shaking the humanity and human culture
Acclaimed as the posh section of society 
Hiding the deeply wore scorn in their face
Still there are instances so vivid and clear
Where prime religion is to worship Women
World prospers, whirls air particles in cheer

Why then apprehensions at some places
Still to accept the esteem of each other
Equation will be so fruitful and simpler
Self esteem of each will increase by itself
Protect a culture which gives growth to all
Adopt new changes and walk with time
Acceptance without exception…
Adds to self esteem of nation’s emblem 

 


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The meat

A few toys were her trade standing on the side of the passage. Bearing the daring of a beginner she had being long hours frustrated. Seaming week enough a close forties male approach. Never looking at the toys he whisper at her ear. The toys were cheap but the girl choose to have no price. The man turned to go away. But what a price is to buy if you care for the one you wanted for party.! The girl looked down at the toys in tears wiping the edge of her sharp eye.


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LIFE IN A CHILD EYE - PART TWO

Am sited in a corner of our house,
It is a day I wished never came,
And the dawn never broke,
To give way to another morning.
I wish the gates are held together,
So that those men never get in.
They came with gifts in their hands,
To ask for a hand in marriage.

Am young, too young for marriage,
Am only twelve years old,
And he is seventy years old,
Old enough to be my grandfather.
They say it’s our culture they follow,
But they don’t care about my dreams.
I have a dream bigger than all of them,
But they say am just a little girl.

They took me out of school for this,
And first they took me through hell,
A kind of hell they call circumcision,
They say it is a pathway to woman hood.
For many days I was in pain,
To women I became one of them.
They forced me to move to places,
But I could barely walk, I was in pain,
The pain of being mutilated.

Am a girl who dream larger than life,
But they say to me education is a waste.
They don’t believe in girls and their power,
And say we are their investment for wealth.
As a girl am worried for my sisters behind.
I wish the day never came to be,
When the world turns against me,
For this grandfather have no mercy.

Listen to my plight and rescue me,
All I need is someone who understand
Am in pain, so much pain, a lot of it,
To see my destiny being decided for me,
And my young life taken into waste.
As a girl wish the world can treat me so,
And the greed don’t overtake my rights
Rights which I should enjoy.


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Statue

What is your perfection?
Is any of it actually real?
Perhaps I don't have styled hair,
and my makeup isn't very heavy.
I know the scars aren't nice,
and my clothes are very unique.
So I am not perfect.
Does this make me less than you?
Are you, the perfect statue, better?
So cold and so utterly heartless,
yet is is you that men pursue.
How can I ever compare to you,
a perfectly planned out sculpture?


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That Girl in the Corner

Jocks and cheerleaders,
Punks, Goths, and freaks,
Gangsters and thugs,
Nerds, weirdoes, and geeks.

Of all the possible categories,
I belong to none.
I don’t fit into all of them,
Or belong to only one.

I’m just that girl in the corner,
So quiet and content,
I speak mostly when spoken to,
Each word I say well meant.

I’m just that girl in the corner,
To myself, and all alone,
Never wanting to be noticed,
Or to let myself be known.

I’m just that girl in the corner,
Observing the “café crowd,”
So shy and unassuming,
With my head up in a cloud.


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Stolen Innocence

Little girl with twinkling eyes,
Carries a smile so sweet so nice,
She hops and plays, dances and leaps,
But deep in her heart a burden heaps.

Little girl with innocent heart,
Carries a pain that tore her apart,
She knows no guilt, no shame, no fear,
her cries only the angels hear.

Little girl with a pure soul,
Carries an integrity that keeps her whole,
She faces the bullying, she faces the threat,
She accepts it as her mere fate.

Little girl with sealed lips,
wants maa-papa to know the secret she keeps,
She knows no white, she knows no black,
But she knows the beast that humanity lack.

The beast that abused her day and night,
The beast against whom she could never fight,
The beast who crossed the Satan's fence,
The beast who stole her innocence! 


Details | Light Poetry | |

What Boys and Girls are made of

What Boys and Girls are made of?


They say girls are
Made of sugar and spice
And fruits and candy 
And everything nice

They say boys are 
Made of metals and oils 
Leave them in the sun
And  they will get spoil

Some say girls are 
made with syrup and ice
That’,s why they are so cool
a boy have to look twice

Some say boys are 
Made of rubber and nails
And run behind girls
Like a puppy wagging his  tail

Some girls can smile at a boy
And he will fall at her feet 
 Swear the dust turns to sugar
When she walks the street

He will do anything 
To be her in heart
And if she hurts him
His whole life falls apart

Some boy’s likes to fool a girl
And lead them on
Then he chase after 
Every girl comes around 

When she sees him with another girl
And tells him be gone
He says baby I love 
I did nothing wrong

He says he was passing
And this girl was feeling sick
He didn’t want her to fall down
So he ran and hugs her quick

He use every excuse
And explain all in detail
She knows he’s lying
So she dump his tail

A girl can be with a boy
For very long
And think of another boy 
When she hear a love song

Sometimes two boys  
Will fight for a girl’s affections
Then she don’t like both of them
And leaves them the rejections

What ever boy and girls 
Are made of
They need each other
To produce real love

Love can be hot 
And love can be cool
Love can turn anyone
In to a big fool

I found my true love 
But she’s so far away
Don’t know if I will 
See her face to face one day


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Their Souls Departed

   She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
   Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
.
   State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
.
   To your new home
No key no door
Emptiness squared
Of paper board.
~~~
   He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
.
   Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
.
   Once a father, a husband, 
A man
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
.
   Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
.
   A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
~~~
    Even while life continues to shine
    There comes a girl of only nine
    Abandoned, alone to hope adored
    Mommy is gone to be a whore.
.
    This child walks in huddled arms
    Frightened to be where evil charms
    She finds a box to crawl inside
    Alone to live, alone to cry.
.
    While tears fall down upon her face
    A sound has startled her in her place
    Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
    This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
~~~
   Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
.
   I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
.
  Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     Placid Poet


Details | ABC | |

My Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins

Everybody was after them back in the day
I tell them this is not the King, you can't have it your way 
I still have them and they are still sought after
When I wear them, I don't understand the laughter
A policeman stopped me and gave me a fine
He said I was violating the noise ordinance with my Manderin Orange Calvin 
Kleins
My niece is due to inherit them for her generation to enjoy
They are unisex, made for a girl or a boy
I try to make sure that disco is still rockin'
Right now I am jammin' on the song Jive Talkin
I am wearing a shirt the color of red tomatoes off the vine
This shirt will go well with my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins
I have to dig a chest to find my three inch platform heel shoes
The color has kept well, the brilliant Robin Egg Blue
The shoes are tight, but the read a size nine
What a great combination of clothes all built around my Manderin Orange Calvin 
Kleins
As I go to a club to dance, I clear the floor
A bouncer shows me kindly to the door
I wonder what did I do wrong to deserve this
I lift my arms and smell my pits
A girl calls me Austin Powers and tells me I am way ahead of my time
I tell her it must be my shirt or shoes, I know it can't be my Manderine Orange 
Calvin Kleins
I guess I will move to a place where they show pity
Maybe a place where I can fit in, I know such a place, it is called Sioux City
Maybe then I can get the respect I most certainly deserve
I will wear my  Argyle socks and throw them Sioux Cityans a curve
I hear the Carmens and Brewers are cousins of mine
They will all be jealous of my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins


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The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



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Heather Honey

Do you remember a song from not too long ago by a popular singer of the name Tommy Roe? This man had many hit songs credited to his name. Some were certified gold records that brought him much fame. From all music by this man of popularity, one song became stuck with unfamiliarity Not going too high on the charts, unfortunately; this was a selection from his album called “Dizzy”. Apparently not making him very much money, the one I am referring to named “Heather Honey”. At a fast food restaurant where I would often go, there was a girl working there that I wanted to know. Not too pretty, but I was interested in her. She worked almost everyday at a cash register. Never noticing me when I gave her my order. this young lady considered me just a customer. One day, another co-worker was sweeping the floor. While I was seated at a table near the front door, she said, “I know you’ve been watching that girl over there. I will bet you like her by the way I am seeing you stare. You are here almost every day in all kinds of weather. If you’d like to know her name, I’ll tell you, it’s Heather.” I was frustrated thinking to know her would be nice. If maybe, there is a subtle way I could break the ice. Then I remembered the song by Mr. Tommy Roe. So to the nearby record store is where I would go. Getting this bright idea while thinking to myself, going to the forty-five RPMs on the shelf, there was one copy of Tommy Roe’s song remaining. I bought the record with three bucks I was retaining. I returned to the fast food restaurant the next day: “I have something to give Heather” is what I would say. While I sat at a table, a manager then said: “She’s busy now, so could I give it to her instead?” So I gave the record and said: “say it’s from me”. From the back, I heard conversation very faintly: “That guy gave Heather a record called “Heather Honey”. In the time I was there, she never came to see me.


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August 28th

Aug 28th 

The sky is clear for far

My pants are old navy and have visible holes 

A lady with a smiley face umbrella enters and a man removes his cap

 

Only to replace it

 

The leaves are starting to fade and many to fall

We pass the intersections which house the wealthy—but only pass 

 

I'm leaving my element 

 

As our minds do pass the thought of riches—the institutions of wealth fly past 

Large oak trees scream into the sky reaching for something of substance 

A boy—no a man with wild hair steps up walks quickly, sits 

No roses but other flowers are in bloom—that of the unrecognizable but 
gorgeous 

 

White shoes, clean studious girl perfect hair, time taken 

 

A young face smiles at me 

Cheap clothes swaddle her she looks into her holder's young face. 

Their dark skin is one but their minds are waves that beat against each other—
she holds her pretty face and smiles 

 

A woman who looks older then she should, spent her time feeding addictions 
she sits near

Stares into an abyss—something she sees there that we cannot 

She is unkempt and laughs at nothing from time to time 

 

The studious girl shuts her book

 

The lost lady plays peek-a-boo with the child in front of her…

 


Details | I do not know? | |

My Imperfections Thats Just Me

I'm a girl of imperfection, that's just who i am.

Sometimes I give up doing things when i don't think i can.

I'm a horrible liar but i sometimes still try.

They say my give away is something in my eyes.

They tell me I'm to passive and that i need to stand my ground.

Yet when i become a brat(altered for site)....

nobody wants me around.

I am Sagatarious and as stubborn as can be.

I bet on number 9 cus false hopes tell me it's lucky.

My number never wins but i play it anyway.

The dreamer inside me is waiting for that day.

I use bad grammer and stumble on my words.

Sometimes i talk so quiet...it's hard to be heard.

Some friends call me pokey cus i move at my own pace.

I will get there eventually cus my life is not a race.

I'm a girl of imperfection...that's never gonna change.

Even when you know me, you'll still think i am strange.

Sometimes I'm frustrating and even annoy myself.

I take things for granted and I envy others wealth.

I love the smell of roses but i think Daisy's are the best.

Sometimes I eat the pettles and throw out all the rest.

I love to drive when theres more then just me.

Slug bug gets boring with just the car seat.

I have been known to snore when i sleep.

Bad dreams cause me to grind my teeth.

I was once told I was laughing hard in my sleep.

Still today i wish to remember that dream.

Forgotten forever like a stranger passing by.

The one that made me laugh without saying hi.

Occasionally im clumsey and I'm often being rushed.

Be careful with me...my feelings are easily crushed.

I'm modest about my feelings so you would probrably never know.

But if you lie, cheat, or steal from me their sure to one day show.

I consider myself a passive woman...never lookin for a fight.

I was raised to use my words to stand up for what is right.

.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am only that girl

I’m just a girl with ragging hormones.

I’m just a girl that has a sex drive of a door knob.

I’m just a girl who gives what they want without getting what she wants.

I’m just a girl who is a slut by soccity but a fun person by heart.

I’m just a girl who doesn’t always care.

I’m just a girl who can care to much.

I’m just a girl who enjoys a great drink.

I’m just a girl who is always tired.

I’m just a girl who apprecates waking up in a bed, even if it isn’t her own.

I’m just a girl who wants love but doesn’t think it’s true.

I’m just a girl whoms fate is twisted and brain is boiled.

I’m just a girl that always wants to cuddle with boys.

I’m just a girl whom doesn’t like her father.

I’m just a girl whom has trust issues.

I’m just a girl whom normaly feels ****ed up.

I’m still just a person.


Details | I do not know? | |

Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Ms. Jealous Girl 3-1-06

Ms. Jealous girl thinks she's better than me
Why should you be mad at me for the things I can do?
I live my own life and do my own things
Why are you so jealous of my life and such?
Ms. Jealous girl wanted to where I go and who I chat to
It is none of your besswax what I do and don't bother to ask.
I am sick and tired of you telling others that you're jealous of me
And sick of you telling my man things that you made up about me.
Ms. Jealous girl stop asking the girls at work if I'm there or not
Because I had it with you and ever since you left, I don't want you coming around 
starting trouble with me.
I don't want to speak to you or see you at all and leave me al alone.
Ms. Jealous girl, you're not welcome at my home and see my friends there
Because we all don't want to be your friend.
Lies and Lies and I was sick of it, really from you.
You got mad when I went out drinking with friends from work
You got mad at me when my man and I went out or away for a while
You got mad at me when I wasn't scheduled for work and yelled at me
You got at me for things I can do, even cleaning around the house is one thing 
that you never ever did in your carppy life.
Ms Jealous girl, stop calling here at the house, cuz your ex Kevin doesn't want 
you back and not allow to step foot in the house
You call crazy hours of the night just to get a hold of him but he also has a life 
and you get jealuos at him going bar hopping with his buddies and you got mad 
when he goes out with my man.
Ms Jealous girl, if you come to see me at work and start things with me, 
All I can say to you is this,
"You have been totally JEALOUS of me for the things I can do and where I go and 
leave me alone. No one at the house want to hang with you." 
Ms Jealoud girl, you have your own things to do and don't worry what Iam doing 
next week, next month, or next year. I have better things to do.
Ms Jealous Girl, let my pals and I do our own things and don't call my place when 
I go out.
Ms Jealous Girl, everyone is sick of your lies and you gotta stop that or everyone 
around you won't want to be with you.Ms Jealous girl, want to know her name? 
Her name is Tiffany and she is known as the 
Ms.Jealous girl cuz she is STILL JEALOUS OF ME FOR DUMB REASONS AND 
SHE NEEDS TO STOP BEING LIKE THIS TO ME.
Ms Jealous Girl, I have a life and better things to do and screw you!


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Gone Are The Days - II

Remembering my classmates,after few years,
My eyes are filled with tears,
Everyone now is busy a lot,
No one escaped destiny's plot.

Saw the girl whom once I thought was my best friend,
Opps! Today she is somebody else's girl friend,
After months,remembered her for a little while,
Heard she's happy,that made me smile.

Project reviews to campus interviews,
Nick names to last bench games,
Casual rehersals to love praposals,
Short term crushes to classroom blushes

Everything is fresh in our mind,
Wish Life could just rewind,
Let's laugh,play and rejoice,
Once again become college guys

Chatting and laughing , we are all in elation,
Till the painful moment of separation,
When it was time to part,
We returned to heavy heart

Today life is full of commitments,
And too many worries,
But those cherished moments,
Will live forever in our memories.


Details | Verse | |

Cellophane

There’s no point in hiding things detested
When they return once more, undigested,
  Forcibly ejected from the inside tract
  And flushed away like a guilty act.
When the bones and joints poke and snap,
Lollipop sticks against cellophane wrap,
  They’ll guess what you’ve been trying to hide,
  Eyes will gape and then turn aside.
Diogenes masturbated publicly in Greece,
Debauched like a dog, raddled with disease,
  If only, he mused, amidst ifs and buts,
  I could satisfy hunger by rubbing my guts.
But that’s not the way it works for real,
For the riches of man can never reveal,
  Why the skeleton girl with button moon eyes
  Sees reflection of self she can only despise.
Blood from hands can be washed away
Yet the mental stains will forever stay,
  And the skeleton girl with the zombie grin
  Cannot eat from without, yet is eaten within.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fly

my life was dull,boring and a choir. 
From the state I was born I no longer adored

I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her 
happiness was still haunted.

Born from the parents of regal perception,
all through her life she maintained a honest connection

There was still something else that she long for, 
her dreams,ambitions and goals,
she didn't long for any more

The wild side of her heart began to long for a new start, a new adventure
She constantly maintained her strength,looking for a sign to be sent to her

Filled with depression,sadness and anxiety-
forcing her to live life as a perfect society

She'll take the leap,go for the chance.lose control-
without a second glance 

Back home Friends and family mocked her,told her she'd never succeed
She paid no attention,continued her desire...her internal need

Now This daddy's girl sets out in the big city
she's got too much pride to except any pity

she gets bumps and bruises along the way
but her stanched determination won't let her sway

She's been hustled,conned, and just made a fool of
never lost site that it was really the journey she love
At times broke,down and out and even no lights
under the sign of the bull,she wont give up the fight

I'll take on this city and it abuses she said
defeat is not an option,get that notion out of your head.

Think mom and dad will be proud of the life i lead
invisible war wounds of the city is what she'll bleed

Is there no one I can trust,lean on in this time of hour
Hell No,man up,show you have strength like fist of power   

 This story will end up good, not like others you've heard
for certain only my success will be the last word

I won't reveal the whole story, just know that I win
I betcha they wont forget me....but rather remember me till the end.


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Quickstudy

 Quickstudy 
Quickstudy 
 
 
Have you ever asked someone for help with homework and got dissed they say 
whoa you want my help or you are just wanting me to DO THIS? There is no way 
to stay a friend the girl is not the best and she is married to her test she cannot 
aid and abet the criminal in you she will not make an animal of you she will not 
help you and it is likely that you will fail in life at everything you do and falter and 
then fall no motor car no stall to buy and sell no you are a cheater after all is said 
and done there is no one that can do the work you want the girl is on her phone 
now to everyone that she shares numbers with to tell them you're a bum. And 
then the time for class has come and you do not have the answers you wrote 
them on the bones of all the people that you killed to be someone go and read 
them after dark in the text of wishing land to be a doctor or a doctor here or a 
doctor there. 



Details | I do not know? | |

Fake haters conversation

x
Hey y whats up girl did you see what happened to z
y
No what happened because i heard that d the wino knocked her up you know the 
one with a glass eye
x
no girl i didn't hear that one but thats not the one i'm talking about. she went and 
got this entire plastic surgery done and now she looks like the clown from the 
movie  from "It". Plus all of that plastic makes her smell like a wet dog.
y
Yo girl s stupid the she tripped over a cordless phone. Not only that she wears 
fake teeth.
x 
Yo i'm telling you that i can't stand her. Next time i see her we are going to fight
y
Well here is your chance because here she comes and remember that I got your 
back girl
x
 hey z girl whats up? you know every time i see you your style is always of the 
hook. And your hair is always looking fly Right y
y
Right you look so natural and that perfume that you wear is hot. It fits you real 
good. You look really nice too
z
Whatever!!!!!!!!!


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PRIORITIES

Name brand designer clothes: Gucci, Fendi,
L.-V, Versace, Prada, and more. Name brand 
things is what she adores. So what ! She can
not pay the rent . It's not the neighbors business 
that the lights and water are turn off.
  This is why the kids are at her mothers house.
Don't get it twisted this girl is not lazy or crazy.
Her priorities are all mixed up. She claims that
she works a job; that doesn't pay enough.
  This girl desires a lifestyle she can not afford.
Her Lexus was repossessed yesterday, and 
she feeln' somewhat gray.
She rides the bus without any fuss. Remember-
ing  the conversations of her friends.The abund
ance of things don't mean  anything . When your
kids go without ; and you're  put out of your house.
name brand things are nice in their proper place.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lost Children

The homely girl crying in pain,
And the odd boy wandering like insane.
They have their stories to tell;
Deep down in their hearts that dwell;
The rainbow,nobody to view .
(Listen for you may learn something new !)


The iceberg that floats above the surface, 
Is small enough for you to judge.
All the more lies beneath,to let unbrace;
Is unfair enough for you to grudge.
(Listen for you may learn something new !)


Learn to like people with candor,
And do them no slander. 
The homely girl crying in pain,
And the odd boy wandering like insane.


The homely girl crying in pain,   


The odd boy wandering like insane......    


(Listen for you may learn something new !)   

  
(Listen for you may learn something new !)


Details | I do not know? | |

Angry little girl (2005)

A temper breaks
The room shakes
She comes storming in 
There’s no win
Labels stick like mud
Wipe them away as I should
She’s hurt inside
Aggression is a mask to hide
The girl has inside hidden pain you see
She is an angry little girl just like me 


Details | Rhyme | |

Scandalous Thoughts

A party in 1863
A girl about to wonder
A young naïve unruly thing
Scandalously ponders.

Weaving in and out of sight of contemplations weary light
A sort of fun majestic flight that sooths the hungry appetite

Allowing such a naughty thing
Would surely be a bandit
Too much fun would spoil the rules
An exercise too candid.

She sings and starts a merry dance to wondrous a circumstance
It’s miracle a dazzling trance to tempting to a rigid stance

Imagine old and grumpy men
All standing in a circle
Too proud to take a lady’s hand
Would surely be a Mir’cle

Beyond the real she soon collides within a societal divide
To let the morays soon subside a feeling they won’t soon deny

They gasp in their deliverance
To see a lady sway
Too devious to behold
Too hard to look away

But now is not the time for this a memory they would soon dismiss
This sort of ‘havior can’t exist you’ll have to settle for a kiss.

So there you have it as it was
Before we all were born
Today a girl can dance all day
And barely be adorned.


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Our love

Our love is kept in secrecy
We play it like a game
With innocence and decency
I feel no guilt or shame.

Compassion and tranquility
My heart was but a ghost
For with all due sincerity
I love this girl the most

To be loved in return for once
My heart is honor-bound
To share these merry happy months
With the most wonderful girl around

Everytime I close my eyes
I see her smiling face
Never will I tell her lies
She is my saving grace


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm The Girl

I'm the girl you wish weren’t here.
I'm the girl with nothing to lose, 
Yet everything to fear.
I'm the girl you poke fun at when you have nothing to do.
I'm the girl you never knew.
I'm the girl who stood alone.
Who is going to cast the first stone?
I'm the girl that wanted a friend.
I'm the girl you couldn't comprehend.
I'm girl who loved to love.
I'm the girl filled with rage and hate.
I'm the girl no one saw until it was to late.
No one knew suicide I would contemplate.
I'm the girl who had no reason to wait.
I'm the girl who was always left out.
I'm the girl you loved to talk about.
I'm the girl who fell through the cracks.
I'm the girl pulling knives out of my back.
I'm the girl who stuck a bullet in my head.
I'm the girl laying here in a puddle of blood dead.


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Little Girl Of Fifteen

You think you’re a woman,
Little girl of fifteen,
You break your curfew daily,
No idea where you’ve been,

Walking a hip-less swagger,
You wear your hair in a certain way
And your clothes are less and tighter now
You merely live to disobey

You don’t listen to your mother
Your fathers nowhere to be seen
You swear and cuss and act mischievously
School and education? You’re not so keen

No one can understand you
Especially the one who gave you life,
Because you claim she’s so out of date
You just love to cause her strife

Long gone are the pretty dresses
Pink ribbons, bows and sweet dolls,
The red lipstick you wear is tainting you
How long till misbehaving takes it toll? 

Now you’ve started to be abusive
And your mother received a lash out
In your mind she cannot relate to your new style
You don’t agree with her pleas or shouts

You’re not even grown yet, little girl
Your body a shapeless silhouette,
You want attention from the boys and men,
But one day you will regret

When the attention from boys is too daunting
And intimidated you will be
And you realise you’re just a little girl
Stay innocent, little girl of fifteen


Details | Ballad | |

Learn Somethin'

come here little girl, let me learn you a thing or two
livin' in the hood is a very hard thing to do
you gotta know the rules, how to move, never have a clue
never let'em know how you move, keep it true
true to yourself, to your square, where you at girl
respect yourself in any hood, hood respect girl
kept a lot of girls from geetin' raped where i'm at girl
when the devil play, it's no game, he attack girl
one girl mad cause her man want your phone number
you so bad every man wanna talk to you
chicks get jealous so they plottin' on your every move
what should you do? you by yourself and without a crew
rule number 2 keep some mase or some pepper spray
rule number 1 is keep a gun but she played it safe
she massed her in the face and showed her what suppose to taste like
the girl pulled out a knife and cut her stomach by the waistline
know she on the floor cryin' with the evidence
but what she didn't know was that the pretty girl was preganat
learn somethin', learn somethin', listen little girl let me learn you a thing or two
learn somethin', learn somethin', livin' in the hood is very hard thing to do


Details | I do not know? | |

What the little girl saw one day (2005)

An innocent child one day witnessed a horrific crime
Young eyes paused in a collapse of time
Confused child who began to think and then she instantly grew
All her childhood was lost when she finally knew
The cries of helplessness break her sweet memories like a china toy
The little girl felt ashamed and dirty every time she saw a boy
A man attacks the rights of another
The poor little girl stood helpless as she looked at her mother
Now a grown woman stands never to be the same
She has learned that a victim is never to blame