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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.

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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A view of man

A man impatient on the corner
Waiting for the light to say walk
As cars drive by splashing mud
Oblivious to anything going on
A truck pulls too far into the intersection
And a car has to screech to a halt
The driver swearing out of his window
Then continues on his way
Rain sprinkles gently down on all the world 
Softly saying GOD BLESS YOU
But no one listens....

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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A little boys poem Tamir Rice

A little boys poem
                     by BambiLynn'14

Hi Mama! I'm up here looking down upon you!
I didn't mean to go, I miss you too.
I see things a bit different from above. 
Looking down at a world lacking love.
That big White House enlists all those young.
Sending them to fight with a big gun.
I wasn't yet grown, never made it to being a man. 
I guess that's not what God had in his plan.
I just saw on tv, the news, the war heroes.
Was playing to be one~hit a big zero!
Mama, how does a policeman who should keep me safe...
See a deadly threat in a little waif?
We all grew up playing~ running in the day.
How does a grown man see me any other way?
It's so beautiful here Mama!
Nice,safe, at peace, no drama.
I'm watching you now! Your lil angel!
Please cherish our time and let the pain go.
I'm waiting right here Mama til you come!
I'm in your heart, I feel all your love.
It was Gods will that it was to be me...
My human face to recall as the example to see.
My face will help put an end to such hate.
I just wish it coulda dead stopped on my death date.
It's gonna keep on for some time more.
But me, Michael, Trayvon have opened that door.
All the love in my soul I send to your heart!
I love you Mama, Merry Christmas...
            We're not too far apart.

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2015

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Minnesota OG

MINNESOTA OG
                                         by BambiLynn'14

We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!

All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight 
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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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...

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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OG ode


                              OG ODE

QUIT USING VIOLENCE TO TALK~NO ONE RESPECTS DUE TO FEAR.
ALL MONEY AINT GOOD MONEY~WHEN ITS DOWN TO WHATS DEAR.
PLAY THE GAME~DONT SELL YOUR SOUL.
STAY TRUE TO YOU~PERPETRATING TAKES A TOLL.
SELF ESTEEM ISNT IN AN EXPENSIVE CAR~INSIDE YOU IS WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
FAMILY FIRST, TAKE CARE OF "ROOF" TOO~HELP THOSE ON THE COME UP, OR WHATS HOLDING US DOWN IS ONLY ME AND YOU.
BRING SOME OG BACK TO THE GAME~CUZ SHOOTING EACH OTHER DOWN GOTTA CHANGE.
YOU DONT KILL A BAD PLAYA~JUST STARVE HIM OR HER OUT. 
CUZ THAT THE OG WAY~WHAT GOOD HUSTLES ABOUT.

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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My mothers eulogy

MY MOTHERS EULOGY:
CAROL JEAN MOELLER-SCHUMANN

All I wanted was the first ever out of your mouth IM SORRY before the devil collected your soul.
But take it with you... What else is new?
You lived your entire life lying, pretending, pimping, sucking souls with an innocent smile and thick sugar coating.
SIXTEEN YEARS IN TOTAL of psychotherapy and I didn't even dent the cycle! That astounds me.
Without doubt, all those who love and follow you, have millions of 2+2's without me breaking the silence; yet say 4 is me being crazy.
The last falling out between us was because I refused to help con 40,000.00 from my oldest sons girlfriend... But somehow all of these people and family around you can't see it.
Otherwise smart, educated, successful, and productive citizens...
Sixteen years of doctorate counseling... IM THE CRAZY ONE! 
Sixteen years that you proclaim I'm crazy -
And lying. YET NEVER ONCE CALLED MY THERAPIST NOR MET ONE?
I do not understand this.
Dysfunction running so profoundly deep that your followers deny 4. Not one of them have ever called or met my counselors either.
But lie and slander lifelong.
Your journeyman Dawn who points at me, graduated as a RN but was denied her nursing degree when they found her two felony pimp convictions.
But I'm some dope whore.
I was first in family to get a college degree with a 4.0 gpa. But that's not talked about...
Carol, you sold both of your daughters out to prostitution and profited off that for most of your adult life.
No thank you either. You told people you come from money but lowered yourself marrying Dave out of love.
And he helped you pimp and profit!
Judgement day is upon you and you can't fake out God. But if you're soulless, maybe you skip judgement and know your place.
In these last years, you've taught me hate.
What legacies!
And I had intense counseling to reassure myself that looking forward to the end and feeling relieved were not the sickness they feel like. And my anger at your selfishness choosing to die in your lie like it is dignity. I could not do that. But I did not sell my children or profit off them either.
Oh well, more wasting of pleas for your love, any apology for having no love for me, lifelong invalidation and abuse to your death.
Devil be gone!
For two years I told you what Cody was doing, you blew me off but pulled him close and, again, PROFITTED from selling out a child. Your 20 year old grandson serving ten years federal prison time should be YOU IN THERE!
That's when my hatred for you solidified and I feared for every single child near you.
Watching you teach 3 year old RAMYAH, who is your very dark skinned mixed ethnicity great grand daughter, to use the word NIGGER. Just last summer...
Yes, I look forward to the end of you with great relief!
What a mess you are and leave behind.
You belong in hell.
I'm sorry.
Good bye Carol.
You were no mother to me. You are my enemy and worse nightmare.
I didn't dent the cycle. But I'm not living a lie, keeping your dirty secrets, and my soul is intact.
Sorry for you.
So it is I who tells you that I am sorry.
Hope that's all you wanted too.
Your oldest daughter Bambi.

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2015

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Ode from an OG

                          ODE FROM AN OG
                                                   by BambiLynn

Quit using violence to talk, no one respects out of fear
All money ain't good money, when you risk what's dear
It's a game, don't sell your soul
Stay true to you, fake takes a toll
Self esteem can't be found in a bar or a car
Caretake what's inside, who you really are
Family first and your ROOF too
What holds us back or shoots us down shouldn't be me and you
Just a little OG needs to come back to all game
This killing and hating is nonsense insane
Don't kill haters and violators, shame and starve them out
Just that one OG way can bring turnabout
Protect and respect home, family, yourself without doubt 
Play is money game, hustle to better life is what it's about

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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MY FRIEND

WHEN OTHERS THINK 
EXAGGERATION, YOU SEE ITS 
MY IMAGINATION.
INSTEAD OF SUPPORT, i GOT 
SEPERATION, YOU STEPPED UP 
INTO MY DESPERATION.
AS MY SOUL WRITHED IN 
HURT AND PAIN, YOU BEAMED 
SUNSHINE THRU THE RAIN.
WHEN I WAS ISOLATED, SO 
UTERLY ALONE, IT WAS 
ALWAYS YOU RINGING MY 
PHONE.
AND WHEN I FELT MY LIFE 
WAS AT WITS END, I 
ROUNDED THE BEND~AND 
THERE AGAIN, ITS YOU, MY 
FRIEND.

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014

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