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I Remember

I remember all the nights we use to play, 
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile. 

I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. 
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face. 
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you 
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me. 
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both 
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.

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A Womans Choice

Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am.
That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn.
My name is Diona Lanese Finley.
When you look into my eyes is that what you see.
The true, love, beauty, honesty, loyalty.
Seventeen years old with a fifty-year-old soul.
Now the truth is going to be told.
My father taught me to be bold.
The information I say please hold.
So being me I wonder are all of my options gone.
I mean from the sugar to the down low,
From the thugs to the gangsters,
From the cocaine he hitting to the men in prison.
There’s this boy that sits on his butt and can't even listen.
The one who plays the Playa, or the P.I.M.P.
Some jive time brotha who doesn't have respect his mommy.
He think he can go out and have and affair with another.
Here comes the control freak.
I know he don't think he has authority over me.
He’ll be the alcoholic I'll throw out on the streets.
A man thinks he can put his hands on me.
I'll beat you down like we in slavery.
That is no way you treat a woman like me.
Proud, love her self, and have dignity.
He doesn't know how to treat the mother of his child.
Now I know you think this poem is a little wild.
So that’s why I’m going to say this loud and proud.
Not all men are like that, I know I have one who has my back.
Strong, loving, true, real, provides for my mommy and me.
Yeah that's right, he's my daddy.
I don't want a man just like him.
But my daddy what me to have a man who would make me happy.
That is what I'm looking for exactly.

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Black Mama

Child if you don't get yo nappy head;
Imma give you something to cry about.
Get yo butt over here.
Say one mo thang.
Ima beat the black off of ya.
Wait til i'm finish. 
I bet not hear another word. 
It'll hurt me more than It'll hurt you.
You act up here, I'ma act with you.
Im aint chasing after you.
I put you in this world I sho nuff can take you out.
That's a black mama.

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Battle Field

A heart is like a battle field with 
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle 
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no further.
Its just like the black panthers,
so quick to say "Black power"my borther.
A heart is like a battle field
Broken, scarned, torn, hurt, 
but at the end.
Mind, loved, sheltered, victory.
The battle of the heart is now over.

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Cry Out!

My nerves there bad
                                My temper is short
                                My frustration comes easy

Would it hurt for someone to do    one thing to please me? 
To please a heart that was broken   from a father who doesn't want her. 
Á father who doesn't notice her.   A father who doesn't say I love you. 

            He makes me wonder,   "Does he even want me?" Time spent with older 
brother, 
          all my time spent with    my mother, but even I make time for my brother. 
        I’m not alone because of   my mother, but what happened to the figure of a 
father.           

I am this mans only daughter. My     skin complexion he looks no farther.  
The attitudes and frustration cover    the fact this problem bothers me. 
My heart from a stabbed womb bleeds.   Why doesn't he want me?

      I’m his baby, I still make A's and      B's, this part of my life is so empty.
  Can anyone hear me, can you feel me.   Stretching and reaching out for me 
Daddy.
"Does he even want me?" A hug I ask I dare     to plead.  
      
                                My nerves    there bad
                                My temper      is short
                                My frustration    might come easy

       These parts of me I get from he! “Why     doesn’t my daddy want me?"
                                                      "Cry     Out!"

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Life?

Life, is it truly real? 
Noone every said it
would be as light as
a feather. Is life really 
life or are u sleep 
in a long daze? Is waking 
up really death or the 
beginning of a new journey?
Theres endless questions I
have, but not all can be
answered. If ups and downs
are part of life, then is 
cheating apart of ups and 
down? If people are looking for love, truth, loyalty and realness in a relationship, 
then why do people cheat on one another?  are the obsticuls you go through a 
stain that is part of you? is what im writting a bunch of jiberish to you?

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Music Videos

growing up isnt easy, but looking back may be the hardest thing.see children at a 
young age look at there parent s and say i want to be just like you not knowing 
everything a person has been through. looking at the powerrangers, and the 
ninga turtles, the time when boom and bang was the words to say.  that was 
back then, this is now with music videos , consist of what they call the video  
hoes, having young ladies on those stripper poles, hey sex sales.  but is that all 
you have learned.see i was watching my little sister one day as she said Dee 
look what i can do. as she starts dancing it puts a smile on my face but in that 
one quick glance of a second, she no longer looks like a child of innocence but a 
back up dancer for a video. a video with booty shacking and rolling as her hands 
are placed on her knees and she pops what she was naturally blessed with. the 
only thing i can think is STOP and why? where did you get this from? a look of 
sickness, and pain comes over my face and she looks up to me and says, what 
did i do wrong, im sorry big sister. i cant help but to look down"nothing honey, 
just remember you are and will be a nubian Queen " cont.......

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I Miss U This Much

I miss u like a bird flying into a window
i_____________________________________
 
I miss u like my 2 ex men cheated on me
______________miss____________________
 
I miss u like the key enters the lock
__________________________you_________
 
I miss u like the white egg and yoke 
______f_______________________________
 
I miss u like my fathers relationship
_________________________________r____
 
I miss u like getting stabed 20 times
_______________i______________________
 
I miss u like food and water
_e____________________________________
 
I miss u like a new born baby feed by mother
______________________n_______________
 
I miss u like the hair on Don King
_____d________________________________
 
I miss like the yig and the yag
_i__________love_____________u________
 
Can u read between the lines

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Hear Me!

Can you hear me, can you understand? 

The moment she was born her death began. HIV in her system because her 
father was with another man. 
Mom hurt because daddy was on the down low. Now she\'s on drugs trying to 
understand so,little girl getting raped by the pusher, not for long because at age 
six 
God took her.

Can you hear me,can you understand? 

This boy is now a man. His innocents is taken, not having the choice of romance, 
but fear and force from a grown woman. This child he is only ten.

I dont think you hear me, can you truely understand?

Now this boy being starred down with a gun in his face, because his little sisters' 
the families disgrace. On the streets selling her body for Mr.Mase. Her soul he 
tries to save, but it's to late. She already feels it is fate. She is already owned buy 
the 
P.I.M.P.

Can you really hear me, can you quite understand? 

Mr.Mase is suppose to be the man. That was his true plan, but when the Bible 
was mentioned he ran. Crisis are not in the mans hands because God is the 
true man in hand. Can your see this poem is not about the HIV, rape, or 
the little prostitute, but the message God sent through me to you.
Hear Me!

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Whats Going On? Part2

My child, I have heard your cry, for there’s a reason this is happening. All of the 
whispers, comments, giggling happen because I love you. This is the past. For 
all of the hatred, madness, jealousy there is no more. Instead of hatred there is
love for one another, instead of madness there is joy and beauty around, 
instead of jealousy there is honor between others. For all of the pain 
and suffering you will not grieve. For I am with you now and ever more.
So come on the right path, it'll lead you to me, because I love all
of my children unconditionally. As you pray I will answer your
prayers, and let you sleep with an angel there. So should 
you be confused? No! Why? Because I love you.