Invisibly Invisible
Jealousy is a weak emotion
while you're sinkin'
I'm still floatin' and if I'm sinkin'
I'm still coastin' cause my God keeps my life goin'
to the extreme, you gotta feel this and know what I mean
and if you can't comprehend, you can get the 411 through him.
How can you judge me, when you don't even know me?
You think that you know me
cause' one time, you so-called spoke to me...
My inner beauty so in depth with God's spirit
my outer beauty speaks to you
Close your eyes...
Can you hear it?
Your cars on rims can't compare to his;
Gossip in the beauty shop...
about that girl that speaks of God all the time
seems like she can't stop
You look me up and down
I smile at you and you frown...
Could it be the God in me that keeps you around?
The way you hate me, I could never hate you
The saddest part about it, you don't want to hear the truth
but it is just this...
He loves you as much as he loves me
pure crystal, nothing fake that can break
like shining stones, all so mythical
so could it be that's why you look at me and I'm invisibly invisible.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
I Am Who I AM
I am who I am...
your opinion isn't needed
if I needed your opinion
he'd call you to my meeting
you say that I am nothing
but let me show you something...
I am God's loving daughter
so I keep him close, no parture
remember when you judge me
that's not the way you get set free
I am who I am...
Why would I want to change?
I know what my dreams are
they're never out of range
I'm the one to show you
that impossible is possible
when I put my mind to something
through my God, I'm unstoppable
I am who I am...
They tell me I blend in with the mixture
but in God's eyes, I'm unique and I see a bigger picture
something that they can't see
or maybe they refuse and reject me out of hate
that's why God is fulfilling my dreams
and proceeds with me on time
but the devil's always late
Watch God strike him down
cause'' it's my time to shine
I am who I am...
god's loving daughter of poetical rhymes
By: Aleasha A. Martin
My life revolves around My pain. Sometimes I wish I could smoke maryjane. In hailing and
exhaling, Sitting back relaxing not a care in the world its truthfully unfailing.
The blue, purple and gray smoke filling up the room. No sense of impending doom.
Everything is quiet every thing is calm. So quiet a pin would sound like a thermonuclear
bomb.
My pupils are dilated, my mussels aren't tense. I sit hear with out pain in sudden suspense.
I don't understand I can't fathom why this stuff is illegal when it helps me not to cry.
There so many kinds from skunk to kine form purple haze to Pennsylvania dutch. This is the
kind I smoke way to much.
The doctors they say that narcotics will do. But there all addictive and could kill you
to. When Pot is out there and no one can smoke it. But me I'll put it in a pipe and down I
will choke it.
We got alcohol and cigarettes cocaine and whiskey all of which could potentially kill me.
So maryJane takes a few brain cells But that's what you get when you inhale the THC smells.
God made whisky God made rum God gave us brains to have a green thumb. So grow it high
smoke it up bake it down and drink it up.
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