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My New Parents Are Monsters

My New Parents Are Monsters!
By Johana Britt

My new parents are monsters! 
They're creepy and weird. 
I don't understand their monster ways, 
But they love me very dear.
	
I remember the day we met one another. 
It was funny, crazy, and deep,
Deep as the ocean and wide as the sea. 
You can't say we're wrong—we love each other.

We're free, 
That's what I say.

My monster parents, they love to play. 
They fly and they leap and they soar.
Boy do they soar through the sky!
Sometimes I can see their hearts beat faster
Whenever they fly by.

Good times and bad, 
That's what my parents have. 
But even those bad times 
Aren't really so bad. 

My parents are different,
And some folks can't see 
Why they let me live with these monsters. 
That's just so…scary!

But I don't mind, because they love me. 
They hold me tight and sing me to sleep. 

My monster parents are the very best parents— 
The best you'll ever meet. 
When they play hide and go seek,
It's hide, and hide and go seek.  

I'm the winner all the time,
And hey, you wanna know why? 
Because my parents are monsters, 
And monsters just can't hide!

But I can. I'm great at what I do. 
I can even hide in the cabinets 
And watch them walk past me,
Into the kitchen and through. 

Oh, but I never tell them 
Where my hiding spots are. 
And when they yell, "I give up!" 
I wait 'til they're quiet and far,

When they can't see
I creep out all smiles, 
Never stepping too loud,
'Cause my folks hear for miles.

I love them and they're sweet, 
Sweet like the candy 
That you chew on a Sunday, 
Or sometimes all week. 

My monster parents, 
Naw, they can't be beat. 
They're the champion parents. 
I love them—trick or treat. 

Monsters or no monsters, 
They're good for me!

We take trips, and we go out, 
And boy can my parents eat! 
Sometimes we go to their land overseas, 
Where they have lots of veggies and tons of meat. 

I tell my monster parents,
"I'm a cave girl, r-r-r-r-ah-r-r-r! 
I love meat!"
 And they just laugh with me
 And say, "Girl, you deep." 

The only thing I can't understand  
Is why everyone hates my folks. 
Is it because they're not 
A woman and a man? 

That's what my friends say— 
"They're monsters, you can't tell? 
It's supposed to be a man and a woman. 
That ain't right, can't you tell?" 

And I say, "No, I never knew it mattered." 
I thought parents were parents, who love you and care. 
And there's jillions of different people, 
Lots of 'em living out there. 

You have Asian, Italian,  
African and Dane...
They have different ways, 
But they all do the same.

They care for their kids and treat them like gumdrops, 
And sugars, and sweet candy things. 
My parents love me, I know that for sure.
And why should that ever change?

But you know what? I don't really care 
'Bout anything those people are saying out there.
 'Cause at the end of the day they don't see 
The love in my house 'tween my monsters and me.

They don't see all the things 
My sweet parents do, 
And they don't feel what I feel, 
When they say, "We Love You." 

So I'm proud of my parents. 

Don't care what they are, 
or what they might be, 
'Cause at the end of the day, 
Guess who loves ME? 

My monster parents!

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Disbelief

Intrigued by my thoughts. Now let the tongue tickle the main. I'm one of a kind. I like to play in this fundamental mine, of yours. I love to explore, get a better understanding of you. This is my dream come true. Now let me through. I'm the kind that loves to play with you. So here is a new one for you.
Disbelief
One more time I had to tell her " I never love these streets. Evern though I hustle hard every day. She still had to ask me, " who's number one" Looking at her , feeling her pian. Shaking my head! Then saying. " One more time you ask me a question in disbelif, one more time My Delicious Women, and I'll be ready to eat. Gorging on your pineapple peach, it taste so sweet. I love you Girl! The love we share is to deep. The streets is just endless meat. This is how I describe my money that I make out on the street. See you are my succulent nourishment that I need! 
SO ONE TIME, AND EVERY TIME, YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME! YES WOMEN, YOUR ALL I NEED!!

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The Love Storm

The Love Storm
 Can you think? Do you know what's right from wrong? Can you see the pain between you and I? Can you see the lies? Or does my emotions make you nauseous? Can't you Handle the coolness ,and deep waves? I will drian your train of thought, over flow you heart with beats of my love, Bring you down to the bottom of my feet. Hoping when you come up to breath, you will be able to stand on your feet.
As the days go by will you still love every time you see me. Will your Heart melt when we sit back and delve into each other arms. I love when that happens, only you quiet the storm and is the waves. Nevermore, I would think of every time we have these days. but with the emotions I have. I'm thankful we still say, " I love you!" Act the end of every storm. My love can be amazing, my love can be a site to see. There is only one thing I ask, just love me!

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The Story Teller

Let me open your mine, can I tickle your brain. Let the words from my lips, play like melody's on your brain. As my words sit on the moist brain, and enjoy the view, as my word put ocean of fantasy waves on your mine. Let me take you there, you'll be just fine. My words was meet to easy your mine.

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Amazon

Amazon
Hustle mood is what you create. Getting money is what you make. Then why do people hate? Say that hustle like this is crazy and I should leave this place. They don't understand I get money,I choose to work hard everyday. I run my money like the Empire State, man I live to make that cake,cake,cake! They just don't see cause I keep it in a safe place. I cut my skin and slide it in, then when I get to the ATM. I pour it out like it venom. My bank tells me everyday to keep it coming. 
See I love the hustle in me. I was never a beliver that my life was a mistake and I'm not free. Out here I was always looking for somewhere to be me. You know somewhere I'm straight free and at the same time making money. Cause everyday I wake up ready to eat. And this was the place to be. A home away from home to me. I come and go as I please. This place I call home. Really loves me. They appreciate me and for that I do my best daily.The only place that open up to me. They toke me in as one of there own and let me know on a daily only the strong can stand on there own two feet. 
Even with all the poeple who say they can't do this it not for me. I understand you have to find what's best for you. Like I did, cause this place I still can do my job with all the stress, real criticism,and being told to be all you can be. To me it like the military, always on your feet and pressure to get things do on time, no slacking. And for me that what I need someone let me know my hard work is all they need. Cause all I want is the money. I have kids to feed. So keep pushing me to achieve so we both can see that working hard not only brings the money, but it also shows me how awesome I can be!

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Love

Love is kind, love is sweet. Love is deep and unique. Passion is what makes it deep, as it pours from the heart it speaks. Touch me, love me, make me yours. It doesn't hurt. For you to say God comes first. Make me your second love. I understand he is first. But while we are on this earth. Let me love with untold passion. With love of that feeds your soul full of joy, and kisses that make you think of me more. I dream to love you this hard. And I won't stop until I have a pieces of you.

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Night Thoughts

Let night talk to myself!
 By: Johana Britt

 I can't sleep my eyes are to bright like the Sun set on the ocean floor. My mind won't rest it's like the unforgivable sea. When it tumbled and moves the floor.As the deep blue sea devours my thoughts on this cool sand. I wonder who I am. What is my next master plan? Who going to be my next victim of despair, and a life time of where I am or what can we plan. Hahaha that's what I do on this sad story land. Of where I am or what can we plan. Make no sense of the word on my life plans. Funny I love to question the one who dare holds my hands. I love to act as if you have never had the master plan. Cause I'm scared of years,and years of experience materials provided by the author of shame and forever hurt in these hands. Do I know this man. No! And what if it's a woman I will never understand. As I look down at my reflection and Laugh cause I know. But I'll sit here and enjoy the view of the words of what I expected. And I won't complain. Just sit here and laugh when I call my name karma,karma,karma is the master plan. It funny to know who I am.