Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts
For when they hover around you,
You are an imminent carcass.
These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms
Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly
And a grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man.
With the juice supped, they flitter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom
Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus
Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour.
They waste your time,
Waste your money
Sapp your energy
Leaving you with unforgettable miseries
Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment
For another trial, may certify your demise
She doesn't mind the great length
or the girth of it.
Bushes without leaves
are not green as he kisses it.
The woods
are not deep without tree's
that are seen.
While the path that she walks
he chose in her dream.
Stoping she dropped what it was
that he picked.
A daffodil that bleeds white sapp
if to hard it is picked.
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Don't call me immigrant
Call me cherry tree
With pink and white cherry blossoms
Don't call me immigrant
Call me sunny butterfly
With swallowtail
Don't call me immigrant
Call me yellowtail snapper
In the cold waters of Florida
Don't call me immigrant
For Pradesh the taxi driver may not come
Pavlov, so well dress, may not open the door
The coffee may not bring vodka nor rum
And your children may not see Tina anymore
Don't call me immigrant
I am just a cloud laden with your rain.
Admirable ... water copulating with nippleless sand
Utility ... industry caressed by the gentlest hand
Desirable ... I drip memories from my heart like a gland
Respectable ... yet voluptuous and hard to understand
Elucidating ... lighting the tunnels to seek your man
You are God's gift ... and I seek you to complete his plan.
Sensuous ... moaning for me, making your ice cream
Aggressive and flammable on the paper of desire
Passionate and loveable frolicking on my dream
Productive prodigy inspiring hope in broken lyre.
Here in this house,
There never is any silence,
Only hate.
You hate,
You yell,
You scream,
You never listen,
Never stop.
Do you ever think about how much it hurts when you never stop?
I didn't think so.
So much lies and deciet.
Why?
This isn't right,
This shouldn't be how to live.
But the sad truth is...
This is how it always has been.
No changes,
There never is any difference.
You say you'll change,
You say you'll try harder,
But you never do.
It's always the same damn thing,
Always the same...
Change it please.
No one can really live like this,
Chained in a house call hell.
Let me be free,
Free from you,
From everything...
Freedom is the only escape...
Anissa Sapp
1/24/07 5:55 PM
Flashing lights,
Images in her head.
Red, everywhere,
Bathed in the shine of the moon.
She lies, sobbing on the floor of the wood.
His body under hers,
Her cries echo loudly around her.
Only feet away is knife,
She looks at it with distain,
Tears falling freely.
She starts to shake and hangs her head.
Defeated, she falls to the ground.
Her mouth opens as if to talk,
But the only sound is that blood-chilling scream.
A sudden pain in her back makes her eyes go wide with fear.
“You did this and now you will pay.”
The last words she ever heard…
One more sob,
One last scream
And then sudden laughter.
Shivering, cold laughter.
A shadow crosses their stone-cold faces
And fades away with only one sound,
That chilling laugh…
Anissa Sapp
12/17/06 11:01 AM
My powers have grown.
I’m getting stronger,
But others have come into the picture
Who threaten my sister’s lives.
I won’t let him take her to be his.
He does not deserve her.
She’ll never love him,
No matter what.
He’s the enemy as he always will be.
We are together in this,
Together till the end.
No one can separate our hearts.
Soul-bonds are hard to break.
I hope he knows that.
He’ll never get to her in the way he wants.
He won’t get passed us…
He never will…
Anissa Sapp
12/31/06 5:28 PM
but
I've had a mom that's real
In all the things that moms should do
And all the things moms feel.
I never had a real mother but
I've had a mother's love
I've had the kisses and the hugs
that the therapists speak of.
I guess I should be crazy with
the things that I've been through
but i have all a young lady could want
Because I have you.
---to: MAMA SAPP
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