Michael
From another world, a childlike soul, supremely talented, painfully shy
Brother to Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La Toya, Marlon, Randy and Janet
Lover of all animals, the human race, the World
Who felt World pain, compassion, cruelty to animals and children
He feared his father, incredible fear of pain and fear of being murdered
Would like to have seen a united World, be a Great entertainer, to heal the Earth
Resident of Neverland in Santa Barbara, California for fifteen years
Jackson
14th January 2019
Competition: Writing Challenge 2, January 19, Bio
Sponsor: Dear Heart
2nd place
Categories:
toya, angel, dream, earth, father,
Form: Bio
The oldest out of five
raised by a single mom
had to step into a role
at only 10 years old
become the surrogate
this responsible, bossy, level-headed pre-teen
persona to watch over 4 siblings
while mom was sacrificing to support us
still haunted by my not so adorable nick-name of "momma toya"
This mask, this facade I decided to put on
20 plus years of my life
is starting to crack
Pretending at being a strong, confident,
speak-my-mind, I'm-gonna-make-it-no-matter-what,
21st-century, Miss-Independent-Woman
is no longer enough
Those characteristics eventually did
became a part of the true me
but they only scratch the surface
Through recent circumstances
my other layers are starting to appear
this weak, not-so-sure-of-anything, needy,
cry-at-the-drop-of-a-dime, lost woman
sometimes suprising even me
having to reach deep down from within
to survive and peddle through
this craziness that my life has become
no longer striving for perfection
just trying to improve all of my parts
and become a better, more balanced type of me
Categories:
toya, life
Form: Free verse
Being mixed with two different races
Is like being bound in bold colored laces
Easily spotted out
Faces turn from smiles to pouts
I can't help two people were in love
Deciding to take the flight of beautiful doves
And free themselves of the prejudices of this world
In the early days of my ancestors in most cases
Racial inequality had been the basis
Of course their was no wedding
No leaping cross the broom
For if their had been
Surely sorrow and weeping was in store for the bride and groom
Learn your lessons from the past
Somethings are never forgotten and will always last
Copyright ©2006 Toya Denice Washington
Categories:
toya, life, loss, lost love,
Form: I do not know?