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MY FAIRY TALE

As I continue in this journey of 
life
I have become a recluse to 
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my 
dedicated attempt
Every last person that gets 
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging 
seems a trend
Without support trust 
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who 
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden 
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is 
good game 
But if good game ain't 
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful 
thing
Yet I'm secondhand, this is 
their very being
Is this walking living proof of 
the devil
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS 
out to meddle
To think if so much was put 
into 
as much good
Each and every focused on 
being all they should
Where trust love honesty 
security abound
From town to city to state, the 
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own 
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe 
haven, heaven on earth would 
be known...


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MY FAIRY TALE

As I continue in this journey of 
life
I have become a recluse to 
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my 
dedicated attempt
Every last person that gets 
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging 
seems a trend
Without support trust 
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who 
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden 
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is 
good game 
But if good game ain't 
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful 
thing
Yet I'm secondhand, this is 
their very being
Is this walking living proof of 
the devil
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS 
out to meddle
To think if so much was put into 
as much good
Each and every focused on 
being all they should
Where trust love honesty 
security abound
From town to city to state, the 
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own 
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe 
haven, heaven on earth would 
be known...


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To my street soldiers

         TO MY STREET SOLDIERS
                                                  by BambiLynn'14
 
Sometimes in the game you get too deep
Losing sight of what's real-to lose or to keep
It's not you or sons legacy nor your life
The original intent was to feed you, your kid, and your wife
But perspective gets skewed-reality changed
What you do became you the longer you banged
All money ain't good money mentality was lost
Your wife took your kid and soon after was tossed
Good intention and real love is now bitter with hate
Wheres your soul now at the judgement gate?
Your sons coming up and right behind you
This story in the ghetto is nothing new
I'm putting my words out exactly for this
Don't be that statistic, it's you and yours that you diss
Just play the game-don't let it play you
It is what it is, don't live it too
All that hustling and juggling steady on your grind
Risking life and freedom if you get time
Dedication and work ethic are already there
Don't shoot yourself down-get on a square
Dirty money, trifling women and all that comes fast
Shouldn't overrule you cuz none of it will last
Unless it's for pure survival it's not worth the cost
Of your family, yourself, your soul will be lost
Take all the same long hours, hard work, and tough will and fight
Using learned skillz from that, tough deals, work ethic to do what's right
Don't underestimate all that or you who is stronger than most
When taking that legit will make others toast
Stop fighting each other~or yourself most of all
Be true to you, define yourself, own your shit to stand proud and tall.


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More than a minute

MORE THAN A MINUTE
                                by BambiLynn '14

(*Inspired by the tragic shooting of NEHEMIAH)

  This is for the NORTHSIDE, old or young 
  Stop the violence and set down the gun
  This is gotten old, it's nothing new
  We keep paying the price of what guns do
  The bullets end all involved life as it's known
  And YOU ALREADY KNOW you're killing your own
  It's far too extreme for problems of the day 
  Please take the time to find another way
  You take a life and end yours too 
  It's really selfish and bigger than you two
  No amount of church, prayer, or song
  Tells your mother where she went wrong
  Your sister and brothers are left grieving that day
  Yet forever attached to where you're put away 
  Do you have a girl, a wife, hope not a pregnancy
  Any children of your own left with this legacy
  Your favorite teacher, adored coach; school venue
  All left feeling they failed and afraid to continue
  How about your homies, all down for you
  What position have you now put them in too
  There's a bigger picture than that one minute
  And it entails way more than just you in it
  All of this is of flesh, bone, and skin
  Deeper than a son, your mother, any of your kin
  Take it one step further~ there's an even bigger toll
  There will be hell to pay, you sold your eternal soul
  So just take a deep breath, and a second to think
  Before you jump for a gun and change forever in a blink
  To all of the NORTHSIDE old or young
  PLEASE STOP THIS VIOLENCE AND SET DOWN YOUR GUN
  EVERY LAST ONE OF US IS INCLUDED IN IT
   ITS WAY BIGGER THAN YOU, AND MORE THAN A MINUTE


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Less than you


       Less than you
                         by BambiLynn'01

Because I am the way I am
I ask, in Gods eye, where I stand.
Am I wrong for what I do?
Does it make me less than you?
I do not cheat, I could not kill-
The things I have, I did not steal.
I hurt no one except for me...
I've deprived myself of dignity.
A sacrifice I had to make,
Relates to the life I face.
My innocence, long lost so young-
Never fully experiencing childhood fun.
I followed a path of those before,
And, after me, will be followed by more.
But does that make me nothing good?
Not doing what you think I should?
I didn't choose this life I lead, 
Growing up with lightning speed.
Though somewhere else I'd rather be,
For always, this is my reality.
But does this make me less than you?
I know, sometimes I think so too.
Sometimes I cry and The Lord, why can't I be something more?
Life is rough and as I look around...
Things get worse and nothing better.
So as I sit and write this letter,
I pray my God watches over me,
And never gives up on what he sees.
I hope, sometimes, he hears my voice;
And loves me still despite my choice.
What I've done in my hard life I live, 
Is this all things that he'll forgive?
The child long sacrificed in me,
As I live out my reality.
Am I any less than you? 
Do you think he loves me too?
When you cast your eyes on me-
Say one deed is not all you see...


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Too tired to go on

I've sampled the many fruits of 
life, and dwelled in its many 
woes.
Sailed to different distant 
shores, and witnessed flagrant 
shows.
I've aged too fast before my 
time, but feel that this I must 
do.
In search of something better, 
if not just something new.
Deeply weary to the bone, I 
start stumbling a lot my dear. 
Only hoping for the best, in the 
upcoming year.
Pain and sorrow always follows 
me, despite all reflecting in any 
pond.
Loneliness my only companion, 
probably right into the great 
beyond.
Memories forever taunt me, of 
things done so long ago.
Your face to evermore haunt 
me, as on and on I go.
This journey seeming endless, 
a quest of seeking peace.
This path called life, when will 
it just cease.
Vast troubles and countless 
heartaches, seem to be my 
only gain. 
Love and riches have escaped 
me, in this life's funny game.
Must I keep going and carrying 
on, or may I please finally stop 
and rest, for I am much too 
tired to go on.


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9-11

  I awaken from the dream...never 
can I recall seeing emotional pain 
manifest itself so physically vivid.

  An elderly gent is at the site where 
the World Towers once stood. He is 
accompanied by a faceless elderly 
woman. He falls to his knees and I 
search his face for what emotion 
dropped him. I see nothing, no 
shock, no realization, no nothing. 
His face is blank, bland.
  Upon noticing he isn't rising, the 
woman assists him to his feet. As 
she guides him forward, his face 
crumbles into tearless hysterics, 
silent screams. His chest begins 
begins pounding in rythym to his 
heartbeat as if dealt powerful 
blows. It jerks his chest backwards 
even as his feet carry him forward. 
His arms flail wildly as if palsied.
  I can't tell who he's lost: a son, a 
grandchild, a beloved wife. But, 
then, pain so intense must be for 
the thousands upon thousands that 
have lost their lives and the 
thousands upon thousands left to 
mourn. 
  One death could could not cause 
such physical manifestation of 
agony and pain~such visual 
wrenching and ripping of spirit and 
soul.
              Or could it?
  Perhaps this is the grief felt by 
each and every one left behind 
having bore witness to such 
careless, senseless hatred.


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MY PRAYER

HOW SAD ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WALK THE STREET
HOW POOR ARE THOSE WITH NOTHING TO EAT
HOW LOVED ARE THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS FIGHT
HOW MEAN IS THE DOG WITH THE KNOWN BITE
THEY SAY WE SHOULD BE HAPPY FOR WHAT WE'VE GOT
YET THOSE WHO SAY IT HAVE GOT ALOT
GOD, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO IGNORE THE GREEDY
TO LOOK AWAY FROM THE EYES SO BEADY
LET ME SEE THE BEAUTY OF THOSE WHO STAND TALL
AND LIVE FOR MY PRIDE
NOT MY GULL.


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Lil' Soldier

  As I watch your father, my son, hold your 3 lb. 9 
oz. body over his heart~both of you were content. 
Already you knew each other well.
  I can't believe you were born at six and half 
months into pregnancy yet had no health 
problems! Your lungs working at 100%,
  I see you as a miracle, but your father changes 
that perspective. He makes just as much, if not 
more, sense.
  Looking down at you with eyes full of love, he 
then looks at me and softly says, " He's already 
proven he's a soldier."
  Yes Lil' Soldier, you are tested, tried, and true.
  You are a strong and lucky lil soldier. You couldn't 
have been born to a more dedicated, loving, and 
profound father than the one you got. 
  I delight in knowing how much he will add for 
you to develop into the whole, well rounded, 
spectacular person you will be. Without question.
  And you will be all that~plus much, much more. 
Nothing less, no doubt.
  You already came into this world in a class all 
your own; made your daddy so proud; and 
astounded and amazed an old crippled worn torn 
soul with what I know, already, you will do in this 
life. 
  So, Lil' Soldier, from afar I am cheering you on as 
I listen, watch, wait. Know that I am forever here 
for you if you ever need or want me.
  And I find solace in knowing that I created, from 
scatch, a man, a black man, a good black man 
who knows more than me, who is better than me, 
who sees way more than I saw, and has much 
more to give you than I could give him...
             And he deserves a lil' soldier,
                                  Exactly like you.


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Window Shopper

   There's a world out there full of stuff that ain't mine and I have no access to
   So I stay focused on my small world, me and mine, and do what i do
   Every day and night dealing with hassles, struggles, dysfunction, and fear war
   My own people who've turned against me, turned their back, and not there forever more
   Have now brought the whole wide world into my life of all I do not have and never will
   Making a joke of my youth, of my love, and family until...
   So on my own, utterly alone, I raise my head to look, see
   And the joke must be on me-'cuz this life just adds up to really nothing
   Except making a window shopper of me...


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