You Hate Poems

Choose that golden rule

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
That's the golden rule, but is it true?
You see a world full of trouble and

I Hate Mirrors

I don’t see myself as others see me
Even the mirror doesn’t reflect my beauty
I hate mirrors because they tell lies
Well, there may be one I

Woke so very proud

Woke, and proud 

Now the KKK , ok that's uncool
killing nature? that's so unschooled
Charlie Brown my Hero
he stood for humanity, not D Cheney
have you ever

Your anonymous blog

Your anonymous blog

To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,

but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.

You press your thumb and forefinger on each

National Bad Poetry Day

National Bad Poetry Day 

There you have it
I had no idea
I am in the perfect site
for today!!

which rhymes with
cliché
betray
and dismay!

Why Do You Crucify Me?

I done nothing wrong—just breathe, just be,  
Walk my own path, live quietly.  
One day at a time, no schemes, no fight, 

black female warrior

black female warrior
(2/7/13) 
She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall
And upon her shoulders, her silk hair did fall
A spear in

How Can You Call Yourself A Christian

[Verse 1]
We're supposed to be the good guys
We're supposed to love, love, love
But I just can't see it
these days when I look at us
[Pre-chorus]
You gotta

TDS

America is divided between lovers and haters;
Those that love her and those that hate Trump.
But the thing about both love and hate
Is it often says

The Journey Within

"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, 
plans to prosper you and not to harm you, 
plans to give you

Why Dad?

Why Dad?

Why did you have to go

Why did you leave me

Why did you pretend something never happened 

Why did you put me in this situation

poem number 5 from poetica ads

Modern day slavery

The world drowns us in problems 
Then expects us to breathe solutions 
In a society that demands whispers of lullabies rocking them to sleep 
Whilst

Drowning in a sea of their hate

Expectations
No rest
No time to breathe
A weight on your chest 
Nothing less than excellence 
Even that's not enough
A world that tells black people
That even if you

Got No Feeling

Oh, since that day, I’ve been done with your games,
I’ve been done with your games, so tired,
left me in pain, and in courtrooms insane,
took half