Best Poems Written by Sabrina Cunningham

State of the Union

hey white girl
what are u doin 2 day?
are u complaining about da events of ur self imposed stressful day
hey white girl
what u sayin 2 day?
Knowin u
its in direct contradiction 2
what u said yesterday
hey white girl
Didn't ur moms as mine teach or tell u about that?
oh i forgot
shes a little sick and off
is that why ur thought pattern is off course
of course
Im lookin in ur face
seein how u do
aint mad
dont want 2 put my mouth on ya but
i feel compelled 2 speak on ur future
I, me, and my
stables of a narcissists vocab
but ur i,me and my banter
is a bore
and there u are again 
wondering why he only wanted 2 stroke ur sugar walls
then we see u react
feelings hurt
balled up in a corner
forced 2 fallback
hey White girl
u think its nice 2 play da games u play?
dad told me early
that honkeys play they game in a 
different way
kick it with ya 2 see what they may learn or get 
but when it really counts 
disappear from the scene
hey white girl
remember me?
constantly watching ur back
even when ur @tha bar wet
acting wild and unruly
people watching 
what u do 
laughing but not with u
rather @ u
sounds different tha way i paint tha picture 
the true meaning of the events obviously missed ya
went right over ur head
-again
venting
did i forget 2 mention
how u came on the scene 
hard and fast
2 convince folks that with u
is the place 2 be
i could use u for entertainment
call ya when im bored 
but that aint the chick i be
see
not cuz im silly or scared of argument
simply
i believe that life will spank u
and thats tha battle won 2 me
u looking 4 attention
did i mention?
dudes stay scheming 2 add u 
to their list of" i freaked her collection"
thats right
brolick talk from a brolick chick
u& i know u will pay 4 tha sins
u commit
how u gonna see ur moms in a down state 
and walk away
god don't sleep
i know its hard 2 conceive the destiny 4 she
designed by he
i see the clear clues lately 
her fate is also ur destiny
i am sure
don't question me!
i used 2 complain about the burdens of being a black girl 
grown now
wouldn't exchange or give away my experience 4 da world
what say u now 
white girl?
opportunity handed 2 u
was it a waste?
would u be able 2 deal if it wasn't;t 4 ur brakes?
never mad
rather marvelous
always my take on life
u was cool
but upon further inspection i found u trite
am i right?
do u pray at night?

Copyright © Sabrina Cunningham | Year Posted 2005