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Black Girl

Who does she think she is?
She does not belong here. 
This is not the Ghetto..
She does not belong here.

Is she like, lost or something?
Can she not find her way home?
Who told her that this campus 
was here for her to roam?

Walking to the front of the class
like she'll last more than a year
prepared to learn and eager she is
but the girl doesn't belong here.

She should've went down south
to an all black institution
That way she won't stand out
and make no contribution

Taking up all this space
for no important reason
give it next semester and,
she be gone like the season

It's been a couple of years
and that Black girl is still here
Still making her way towards the front
knowing good and well that she does not belong here

How does she even pay tuition?
Does even know who her father is?
Does she know that her tactics aren't working
and her time here is useless?

She is not going to graduate
I'm surprised she made it through high school
Might as well go on back to the hood, 
get pregnant, and marry a fool.

Here she is again, 
wearing the same cap and gown as I
Walking up front to the pulpit
How did she make it and why?

What is this girl talking about?
It doesn't matter what she is
I'll always be better.

Steady trying to prove a point
all up in my my world
It doesn't matter what she does
she's still a Black Girl. 

Copyright © Latasha Lee

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I  think  about   her
I  think  about   her

When  am   sick
I  call  her  name
I can't  forget  her
the   sweet  of  my  heart

I  really   love  her
And  her  name  is  my  dream
day   and   night
I  will  praise  her
All  days  of  my life

At  the time of my   death
It will be  a war
to  separate  our love in sorrow and toil.
She's my sweet,
the light of my life forever and ever.

I  really  love  her with all  my  heart
the  pole of my rib
from  Adam  and  Eve
the woman  was  great

She's my home
She's my  love
my soul

When am sick i call her sweet
to get back in life
Oh! she's my salt
She's my lamp,
my stars
I don't know  where to hide her
with her beautiful face
my heart

I think  about her
I  think about her
my love, my friend.

Copyright © sekitto kisakye

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curvy girl

Don't be intimidated by my curves
my swervy loveliness
my mocha skin glistening in,
the moonlight inviting you in
don't be shy when you see my thigh
how silky and thick, long and slick those legs are
And that dip in my hip
Are you scared? Do you like the texture of my hair?
don't be intimidated by my voluptuous bosom
see how they hang, look how they swang
Chocolate globes with the fudgy peaks, more than a handful
thay speak, for themselves
my round rump but not too plump
sexy it is as it walks away
my gorgeous build should have you filled with
pride, lust and admiration
So show appreciation for the full figured diva
who stands before you
my swervy loveliness glistening in the moonlight
Inviting you in
I'm lovin the skin i'm in

Copyright © Jamila Strong

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Special Girl

You looked at me, with your eyes so blue,
        freshly born like the morning dew,

The doctors placed you in my arms, 
  a little bundle full of beauty and charms,

Tears began to fill my eyes,
   for the sight of your face had me mesmerized,

I am the luckiest mommy – yes it’s true,
   All because I have you,

God gave me a gift- more precious than any
    Diamond, ruby, or pearl,

For has he blessed me with the most beautiful

Copyright © Melissa Mercado

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 Is her name,
getting into everything,
is her game,
she's as bright,
as sunshine,
and as fresh,
as new fallen snow,
and I love to watch her,
as she grows,
her curiosity beats it all,
even though,
she's 3 feet tall,
her blue eyes sparkle,
when she's done something wrong, 
and you can never be mad at her,
all that long,
her beautiful smile,
will make you weak,
even when,
she's being a sneak,
you can't help but love,
that sweet little girl,
with straw colored hair,
and bouncing curls.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins

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Just For My Sweet Beautiful Boo

I think about you every hour throughout my day/ I dont know what it is about you that makes me feel this way?/ but I want to let you know Im going to try to comprehend them in the nest few wrods that I say......
 Dam girl I stillcant belive you my boo....after all the drunk bull-sit I put you threw/ You make me better at everything girl I cannot lose/ Right now you the only woman that I choose/ You bring light to my rez life blues/ You make ,my heart beat faster than it normally moves I dont life being alone because I'm better off when my life is spent in two's/ Without your pretty face around girl I dont know what I would really want to do/ No matter what mi lady because this poem ws written just for you my sweet beautiful boo........

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill

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The A to Z of Girls I've Met II

I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
 As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
 Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
 But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
 My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled. 
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
 Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice, 
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing: 
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
 But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke. 
That was me just being a bloke!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah

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My Own Superman

I thought of myself as a damsel in distress,
As someone who needed saving,
And as I fell deeper and deeper I wondered who would catch me.
Time passed and as I fell I saw a sliver of light,
I tore back the paper and realized I could fight my own fight.
I could save myself.
I don’t need superman to sweep me off my feet,
I just need me.
Because ‘ME’ is who I want to be and ‘ME’ wants to be free,
And how can I be free if I keep expecting someone else to save me?
I don’t need a man.
I don’t need to hold your hand.
I don’t need you to help me stand.
I CAN wear the cape,
I CAN rock the tights,
I CAN fly.
I CAN do it ALL,
As long as I remember,
I’m not the damsel in distress,
I don’t need you to catch my fall,
I CAN do it all.

Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno

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The angel of the night

There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.

They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.

As soon as it grew silent, 
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out, 
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.

There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.

They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.

Copyright © Rachael C

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 Pave way for your younger brothers, this is the price i have to pay
as 13 year old, first born girl I have no say in my education welfare 
my dad by now has already received my bride price  
I wonder why we are poor, with a price tag over my womanhood 
It a shame mama pima, the local brewer enjoyed my fortune to the last penny 

menarche is finally here, I must hide it, 
 for the 45 year old man would come to collect his due, remember am already paid for
there is no chance that two women can live in the same hut, often my dad will remark
I can hide, but they know where to find me
at the local rescue center, it's already over stretched 
At my tenth birthday i wasn't lucky to escape i had to face the knife

Mutilation at least, its not worse than clipping my wings of success 
with no education am stuck in the last century 
Am taught to be submissive,my sole role to my husband, "the man of the house."
as a woman i see no freedom the shackle are still on my wrist and ankle 
is this the free society?

The world is a cycle, efficient in recycling old vices 
domestic violence and gender inequality are here to stay 
am now a grow woman, and still i conform with the community
the community that downcast the liberal, women of class 
my kids  are about to be introduced to the "culture"

Divorced am now a single mother, 3 kids and on my early 20s 
trying to change a static society landed me to my new status 
"I want to  lead the world", my 8 year old daughter says. 
I want to believe that some day she will be given an opportunity 
but i will be no more, coz the culture would have killed me

Copyright © kenneth mwangi

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You Left because of me

You left?
Because of me is it?
It was all my Fault was it?

I did Everything for you to love me,
I did Everything for you to accept me,
I did it all because I love you
But why?How could you?!

You left and break the Promise,
Which you were suppose to not Break it,
Your words were all a Lie was it?
And This is Just a Game then you`ll end it

I was just a Replacement,My Love
and YOU slap it on my Face like how it hurts
I tried and Tried to Move on,
But it still hurts

You were Mad because of a Worthless Lie,
You were mad just like how someone Died
But My Dear,You don`t need to Prove it on me
`cause I know I`m not the perfect one to thee

And Now may I tell you this,
That my Love is never Ending,
Whenever you hurt me
It just makes me love you more...

It makes me Feel heaven to fall for you,
But your life was in hell when I did too
So now I`m leaving and won`t come back
Because you left me Because of me.

Copyright © Pretend Its Poetry

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Girl Rising

A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 

Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13

Copyright © Brian Otoole

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The Girl I Used To Know

You criticized me to the end of my 
existence. I completely lost myself, simply 
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my 
name and point out another mistake. Self 
worth. What is that?
Quite frankly, I'm trying to rediscover 
mine. Since it has been perished. 
Diminished along with the feeling of 
I'm not comfortable anymore. I'm sorry if 
you think I'm superficial for liking clothes.
But I'm forever searching for an outfit that 
I don't have to tug at and readjust like my 
Sorry if my attitude isn't chipper when I 
first wake up in the morning after only 
getting 3 hours of sleep
because I had lay awake and analyzed 
every single one of my actions for the day,
after you insisted on pointing out 
everything I could have done better. Sorry 
that you think I'm a perfectionist,
because I'm more than aware that I'm not 
perfect. More than aware, because you 
remind me everyday.
I actually don't strive to be perfect, I just 
strive to be accepted. Your voice is like 
acid to my ears. 
All I want is one day of not having to hear 
your icy tone after you call me ignorant.
But ignorance is bliss, don't you know? I 
am so lost now that I actually miss the 
days that I was naive to this world.
The days where I just nodded and obeyed. 
Thinking that it would eventually change 
But changed me. I've become a 
heartless *****. Actually, I care SO much.
Though, no one knows that. If I come off 
as a *****, I'm truly sorry. But I feel 
constantly on edge,
like I have to either defend or prove 
myself. If someone compliments me, it 
has to be a joke.
Who could compliment such a worthless 
piece of human existence.
That's what I think of myself now. Your 
fault? No, it's mine. My fault for not being 
able to overcome this.
My fault for turning to drugs because 
Molly was the only one who could make 
me happy. 
I counted how many times I genuinely 
laughed this year. Six. All of them when I 
was high.
My fault for locking myself in the 
bathroom and not being able to look in the 
mirror without bursting into tears because 
I hated myself so much.
I'd sit there and write out lists. Lists of 
everything I needed to change about 
myself, because what I needed to change 
about myself was everything.
But, then what does that leave? Nothing. 
And if I am nothing, then I no longer exist.
I spent so much time trying to be good 
enough for you, that I forgot about what 
was good for myself.
Gabriella? Yeah I knew that girl. But she 
disappeared the day that she met you.

Copyright © Gabriella Thakhamhor

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Lost love lost life

Do I hold any value
to you?
Cause you are a
million dollar bill
Guess it all depends
on the world view
Truth is im ill
Paper can be so
Life has set us
I'm in its left hand
while you're its
Know you're still in
my heart

You still make my
broken clock tick
Get in my head
Your that chick
Otherwise im brain
Truth is you deserve
the best
Go and do what I
I'm failing gods
Just use my strength
I forgot

10 bucks to anyone
who understands it

Edit - 8/9/14
I'm gonna just say
the meaning behind
it line by line
since no one gets
it, haha.
Am I worth anything
to this girl, she is
everything to me.
But then again that
depends on how
society views us two
individually since
most peoples
standards of the
opposite sex is also
determined alot
by social status.
I have issues.
Paper ( money ) can
be light and
but people would
really take care of
a million dollar
bill if it existed.
aka the girl
Weve been apart.
Im in a totally
different state of
mind and life then
she is now.
But she is still in
my heart.

Shes still the one i
think about.
Am I still what she
I need her help to
escape my issues.
However I understand
why were apart and
you deserve the
Do life at its best
cause the girl
really is an
achiever and a great
Im failing but you
should continue to

Copyright © Ross Mindyobusiness

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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.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland

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Spell Us Both

Betroth her to me,
If she will never stop amazing my spirit.
Bring her to me, 
If she will never stop beautifying my heart.
Hand her to me,
If she will never stop spoiling me with love.
Entrust her to me,
If she will never stop till she fight my war.
Leave her to me, 
If she will never wish for my death before the hour.
Send her to me,
Let our hands lock in wed.
Send her to me,
Let our oneness soul united.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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dancing at odd intervals

I find myself
dancing alone
at odd intervals

I'm that girl 
the one 
with crazy dreams and a heart full of nails

I'm the girl no one knows
and if you listen real close
you might figure out this is all a dream

something make believe
I created
and if I erase myself out
will you put yourself in?

I'm sure you have all these lies to tell about my soul
and if you pay attention you could learn something
dancing with yourself at odd intervals you could be the person nobody knows.

Copyright © jamie anderson

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what makes a woman a woman

<  >A child is born and with pride
       they say 'its a girl'
       a baby girl grows to  a little girl
       that little girl grows to be a girl
       then comes a teenage girl
       this beautiful rose blooms desirably to a woman

       have you ever wondered what makes a woman  a woman
       is a woman defined by her past
       can one's child wood complete an identity
       is a woman defined by her life experiences
       i wonder
       is it this invisible warmth this gender turns to have?

       as nature takes its cause 
       child bearing is life threatening game
       still a woman takes an oath to be a woman
        she never wonders what she might have done
        to deserve to be a woman
        woman are for ever proud to be who they are

Copyright © odeline chigwedere

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to you I'm that girl

The same girl that you feel in 
love with....just that this girl or 
that girl who im now to you has 
a broken heart but hey like you 
always said okay...the word that 
I hated but now I say it to you 
okay im going to move on

Copyright © Kenya Miranda

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The Wind's Message

 The wind blows as if it has something to say
 Almost as if to warm me to stay away
 I brush it off like a speck of dust
 For what I'm feeling is more than lust
 I won't say it's love
 Or a message from above
 But what it is, is even more
 Ever since you had me begging on the floor
 Yet I hear the wind, very clearly now
 It went from a whisper, to practically a shout

 Thy wind is scary, but very honest
 It guides me through all the tests
 It leads the way, never steering me wrong
 Thus its message sounds like a song
 When you listen close you'll hear the melody
 I wish to open my eyes, but I'm in fright of what I may see
 So I follow the wind
 All the way to the end
 And when it's time for it to go
 The wind's soar starts to slow

 Now it is but a gentle breeze
 Making it easier to breath
 I open my eyes and there you are
 Shining bright like a new born star
 I take a chance and come real close
 For I have not a single reason to boast
 If not for the whispering of the wind
 I may have strayed, and fallen to sin
 But it showed me all the right paths to follow
 And its message left me no longer Hollow

 By: Cody J. Davidson

Copyright © Cody Davidson

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Temporary Fairy

I'll never be a cure as temporary, For someone's lifetime old injury, No! I'm not a passing by fairy, I'm looking for a lifetime crony, Not a selfish temporary story, Go mess someone Else's sensibility; Using your pretty petty.

Copyright © Naamani Badih

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A novel in the works
A painting in the making
She was an unfinished masterpiece
A wedding cake, not quite through baking
A tree still sprouting
A flower still blooming
A mustang behind it’s fence
Still unmoving
Her death was one of beauty they say
Angels came down from the heavens
Stars now shine brighter they claim
She certainly left an impression
On me, especially
Because I knew she’d be unfinished
How could she have an end,
any greater than her beginning?
Born to be special
but also to die young
Born to change lives
but to never live one
Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth
and walk amongst this sickness
No matter how much I needed to complete
our unfinished business

Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer

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Missing Girl

Life is a promising happening, 
fulfillments are at our doors,
nothing come along beside yours,
yours are yours,
who has come to this world without 

Dear Girl, mummy hates you not,
she spoke right for you, alright
she held you close, by heart
she dream for you a better you in a 
lovely home with a brighter clue.

O Girl!
I wonder why you wander around
thinking solace is hidden
behind mummy's home,
and you went out home for days.

Dear Girl, life isnt so 
as you thinking
come back home, we await your 

Copyright © Yahaya Chadi

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The love that didnt exist

I must of wished upon a million stars and hoped on many things 
The love that I was looking for couldn't compare to my every dream, The one girl I wanted was a mirage to my every thought 
The one feeling I felt, the most I realized couldn't stop, 
I would look upon the midnight stars where love was just a blur 
Laying back in bed wondering who you were, 
As my days and nights passed, I could feel the love fade 
I started to realize, the girl of my dreams was never made, 
I patiently waited, but my appearance was lonely 
I started to realize, I was my one and only, 
Nobody would accept me or look my way 
So I feel to my knees and started to pray, 
Dear God, I guess I wasn't meant for love or love wasn't meant for me I just wanted that special someone, who I could say was meant to be, I thank you Lord for all the blessings you gave 
But the love that didn't exist, was something, I took to my grave. 

Copyright © Joe Hinojosa

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A Girl

Their is A Girl I Know That Always Made Me Feel Funny inside.. 
Yes I siad "Funny Inside"
this Girl that I always wished that she Could be By My Side.
I Kissed this Girl Before. And thought "She my as well pull thee Trigger"
Because it has been killing me To know That we will Never be Together.
WE shared Many Memories and seen many butterflies as well as Bee's 
ONE thing we wont see is Us Growing old Together and Making Our Family Tree.
How could A Girl Make me Feel such a way, for Years now as I just watch her drift away. 
A Girl I will Never forget Because In my Heart She will Always have a place To Stay!

Copyright © Malcolm Brooks

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Help me im trapped in a sea of depression. 
This sea looks like it shall never end.
I kept swimming for a long time.
Then I saw you, You in the boat.

You picked me up and nutured me back to health.
You allowed me to live on your ship for as
long as i wanted.

That all changed.
You threw me back into the pit.
Even though i'm still swimming to get to you.
You are already gone.

But i will keep swimming until i find you.
Hopefully you will accept me into your life again.
For now though, I am swimming for you.
And I will keep swimming until my life comes
To a stop.

Copyright © Padraic Caroon

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my angle

Abby,the name of an angle 
blond beautiful hair 
oh that face, a beautiful face
one of an angle, my angle
blue worm welcoming eyes
that is her eyes,that is her name 
is as beautiful as her hair

Copyright © matthew thompson

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The Girl Without A Face

The girl without a face 
Felt she had no place 
No place to call her own 
Lots of people all around 
Should she even make a sound? 
Would they notice? 
Would they care? 
Life just isn't fair! 
She's always alone 
Yet she wants to be known 
She feels her sadness to the bone 
Oh, its terrible to be so alone 
There must be an end to this madness 
All this grief, all this sadness 
No one knows the pain she feels 
She thinks the pain will never heal 
Surely there is a simple cure 
It must be a love so clean and pure 
A smile appears upon her face 
No more sadness upon this face

Copyright © Mallory Foster

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Daddy's Little Girl

I never thought that I would have to say goodbye, I always thougt that nothing would come 
my way that I could not handle. Daddy and I used to work on the vehicles, cut wood, I was 
his little girl. That all changed in July of 2003 when daddy forced me to touch and rub him in 
places that no little girl should be touching. My thoughts changed that day on who my daddy 
really was. I was scared and afraid to tell but I did and when I told daddy got taken to jail. I 
was sent to live with my mom who didn't know how to react with the knowledge that her 
daughter had been molested, counseling was no help the counselors were quak jobs. I seen 
daddy at court hearing walking with gaurds on his sides and shackles on his feet and wrist. 
That was the unforgettable for me. I had wrote a letter for daddy when it was his sentencing 
day and it was not very nice. But that was before I understood that God wanted us to forgive 
and forget. Now I forgive my daddy for what he did, but he will never know because he just 
keeps messing up. You see daddy was set to get off probation January 2009 but he messed 
up two months before and now daddy is sitting in prison. Daddy doesn't know that I care 
about him, he thinks I hate his guts and never wanna see him again. However I know that 
God is my Lord, and I know he will protect me. I will always be Daddy's Little Girl and I will 
always love my daddy for ever and for always.

Copyright © Sierra Price

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Rose For Rose

Rose to a rose
I pick up a flower one day on a walk.
It stood there all a lone.
A pretty flower indeed.
A rose in was red in color.
Then I was thinking about any other flower she too was a rose.
Hair is so red that you would think the sky sets it a fire.
A rose for a rose I did consider. What a pretty way to say
I love you my rose.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr