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Jennifer Valentin Poem
Slouched in the chair, with the lights off
Bottle in her hand she’s
Amused, by the illusions she’s having
No parents, dropped off at the steps of those who don’t even know her.
Who don’t even care
Don’t judge me!
Smoke slowly releases from her soft lips
She has no education no understanding
What comes after 10!
Who cares.
Her hair is wild as she smacks the guys hand away
That tries to touch her
You don’t know me like that!
Lost and no love
She sniffs away the powdery
Snow that falls from the sky with no shoes on
Black eyeliner drips down her face
And her scent is unbearable
I have low- self esteem she says.
Her skirt rides up her backside
And her eyes roll back
She is at the point of no return
She is lost with no home and no one to love.
All because someone forgot to love her a little more
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Jennifer Valentin Poem
I saw the top twirl
As he whispered over again to the crowd,
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”
I breathed in his air as he did the same to me.
I could feel his presence,
His pressure
And yet he had no name.
He was homeless, he was free.
His speech ran through my bones
As he injected me with,
“Where do we belong in this world?
What are our hopes and dreams?
Are we glad to be alive?
Have we seen this world?
Have we explored it inside and out?
Have we discovered something we know nothing about?
Have we made a difference?
Have we made a change?
See this world spins around like this top in my hand
And I am surrounded by hims and hers.
The lights that make this world glow,
brightens our knowledge
And decides what we know.
This world is made up of scientists poets and theorists,
Writers, musicians,
Engineers and lyricists.
That is not a dream,
This is a part of reality.
The King had a dream, he wrote his own speech.
And Mrs. Parks was a black women and didn’t move from her seat.
Margaret Thatcher First woman Prime Minister in Britain.
Obama First black Leader in U.S.A.
They all made the change that effects us today.
But is it enough?
Like this top that twirls,
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”
Take in this pressure,
It’s the world you’re after.
The decisions,
The chances you take,
Makes you…
Or causes disaster.
Like a hurricane or a typhoon
Maybe a tornado or a monsoon.
Punishment is natural and the effects are crucial
But what can you do to contribute to
To change…
The child that cries at night with no mother.
The prostitute that runs the street with every other brother.
The girls.. Date Rape.
The homosexual beat on because he’s not straight.
HIV and sexually transmitted diseases.
Things happening because of our reasons.
We blame it on each other and who’s pointing at me
We put the blame on everyone else except the person we see.
So this world is just like this top the twirls
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”.
As I walked off I recaptured my thoughts
And loosened my brain.
I felt a change go through my mind
And my body was sore
I knew I must be the change I wish to see in the world.
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Jennifer Valentin Poem
A loss of words I sit and think as to what I say
Maybe kings don’t have descriptions
Maybe his rank is to high for me to even put in words.
If heaven be real then his tickets are made of gold
And if hell be real then he will be the hero to defeat all evil.
He is mighty.
His mind is stronger than any lion hunting for food.
His thoughts are smarter than any encyclopedia.
As the clouds turn purple and lightning strikes the sky
His smile remains intact.
He is fierce.
He is the diamond we all wish we had.
He holds the eyes of God.
He is a king.
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Jennifer Valentin Poem
18 years are spit out of my mouth to you
As I roll my tongue to sooth your ears with my soul
And sing that sweet sound of music called Poetry
Boy does it soothe me.
Spending these last couple of years trying to find myself
In these prison walls of knowledge and confusion and
I still find my self-staring at the legs of her sweet body
I ask her name and she kindly replies Poetry.
Boy does it soothe me.
The boy that sits in the corner with his head down
Ashamed by societies hateful words and he clenches onto his jacket
Because the pain that you’ve spoken to him is murder to his thoughts
Now who should be punished for his Poetry?
Boy does it soothe me.
His death caught her off guard as she falls back on the chair
And the tissue she holds as a security blanket to fight back her fear of loneliness, can
only absorb her thought to stay alive.
She gasps for air because the feeling of her heart bursting is ticking in her mind.
Now that’s Poetry.
Boy does it soothe me.
Stiff in your seats the tiny hairs stand on the back of
Your neck and you are
Faced with reality.
But as I raise my voice and throw in a couple of metaphors here and there
The earth still rotates my mind on yours and you
Are sucked into my poetry.
Why?
Because it’s Poetry
Like that dove you saw fly outside and wrote your name in the sky
Like the time when the sun shined so bright
And your smile was bigger then heaven.
Like that one word that means everything and you just don’t know why.
Poetry
The way I get your attention with the sound of my voice and you stare in my eyes.
Now that’s poetry.
Boy does it soothe me.
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To be exact I am anxiously awaiting the bullets to come from my gun and explode into the
deep dark deaths of anger which pour from my soul
to tell the future of your long drawn out death.
As my tears explode into rage and bleed the passionate color of blood
I am surrounded by mockery and shameless lies of a vision I once saw of you as an exact
replica of a goddess nurturing a loved one.
Foolish am I to return to a path so evil so devilish as to wash away my sins and strike me
against my face
Ridicule lies behind the sorrow I hold deep inside my heart for you
you are the one I looked up to an ox standing strong and still and I sat at your feet
pleading for your mercy
all because I loved you
But now it’s gone and I am once again
thrown to the grown and stepped on
because I believed that dreams do come true
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