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Tyanna Thompson Poem
Something About Nothing
(2007)
It seems as if I’m giving my everything for nothing.
This conflict really means something to me,
Because my everything are all of my hopes and dreams
To become anything that want to be.
My talents are all that I own: Poetry, Art, My life’s song…
But nothing is never where it supposed to belong.
Nothing begins a lie of Truth or Dare.
Creating millions of pieces of my heart without care.
Nothing is making something; a fool out of me…
Bringing along anything that causes misery.
It drifts me away from actuality.
Who I am now, I am not destined to be!
Yet nothing can tell me - “Everything will be ok”
But if something goes wrong “Nothing.” is all I’m left to say.
I have fought for nothing!
Stood up for nothing!
Gave up Everything for NOTHING!
And this conflict really means something, you see….
Because you are Nothing and Everything is me!
Copyright © Tyanna Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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When I first met you girl
My heart skipped a beat
I was so sprung
I was down to massaging your feet
But if you try to play me
Not only will I flip
I will come back to reclaim the beat
That my heart skipped.
Copyright © Tyanna Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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I wont be afraid of death when by death I was never hurt.
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Tyanna Thompson Poem
Lost Perceptions
(2010)
Love, a modern day hello and good-bye.
Pain and joy all at once, visible to the eye.
I loved that you were once here. Hate to say goodbye…
When the Bye wasn’t that Good beyond blurred eyes.
Eyes couldn’t see what was once held.
You gave me your heart and I watched as it fell.
It fell deep in love yet from work I couldn’t deter.
Money, she’d saved me, how could I not love her?
Patterns became schedules…I knew you’d always be there.
Complaining while I paid for desires that you never had to share.
Never had I thought that it would end this way.
I believed that love always had a price to be paid.
I have romanced and revealed sensitivity before.
They loved her too. If given the world, they’d want the galaxy’s floor.
I wish I had learned… listened to your silent cries.
I love you so much yet not enough to keep you in my Life.
Copyright © Tyanna Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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The Race to Reality
Should I ever be ashamed of my own race?
All of the killing, we’re diminishing
Some of us call it Faded
We once had so much pride,
Now our knowledge consists of No Type.
Which is probably why…
WeAintGotNoWorries ‘til the murderer is white.
Quick to call each other Thots.
Slow to create thoughts of peace.
Turnt Up to be torn down.
Ignorance on Fleek.
The only history we care about is
dated to About A Week Ago
Anything beyond that, I suppose is
A No Flex Zone.
No longer can I tell if I should be ashamed.
But this generation’s Fire Challenge…
Got Me Feeling Some Type Of Way.
As if we weren’t already hung & set
On fire back in the day,
When Martin Luther King’s dream
Paved freedom’s way!
At this rate, I can’t care for criticism and such.
No one else will speak of it
Turn Down For What ?!
Copyright © Tyanna Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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