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Steven Hernandez Poem
My mind is a prison/
With bars that I've written/
To lock you in a place of pain/
Where I'm living/
Bring you to my kitchen/
Show you the lies given/
By rats and flies who've altered my vision/
Trust no body- The life Ive been living/
Ever since my ex-wife tried in that kitchen/
To slice me up like I was fried chicken/
No I'm not kidding/
And yes there is more/
Like Two-headed snakes on the living room floor/
One is my cousin, the other is a whore/
But watch your step cuz there might be more/
One named Nikki/ The other named Sam/
And both our products of a devilish plan/
To turn a good boy to a devilish man/
By breaking his heart with a devilish scam/
And both of them bite, Ive seen it before/
If you run, you can make it to the bedroom door/
Inside, no flies, no rats, no snakes/
Instead, there's a bike and a birthday cake/
But the bikes got rust and the cake has mold/
Cause I bought them for my son when he was 2 years old/
And now he's turning 4, But I wont see his face/
Because he's held captive, by a devilish snake/
And now your free to go, from prison by a poem/
Me, I serve a life sentence. The pain is my home.
Copyright © Steven Hernandez | Year Posted 2010
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Steven Hernandez Poem
I try not to let it phase me/ but
The pain is amazing/
See these everyday tragedies are driving me crazy/
Like a baby in Haiti/
Forced to live daily/
With no food or water/
Hows ya steak, is it tasty?/
Hows the picture I'm painting?/
Is it making you think/
Twice, about, how ya life might not stink/
You see, there's people in this world/
Little boys and little girls/
With no shoes on their feet/
While your flaunting wit ya pearls/
And I'm not saying that to hate on anybody who is rich/
I'm just saying that so yall can think twice about the kids/
See all they really want, is a meal on their plate/
Maybe even a toy, put a smile on their face/
After that comes faith, and thats all it really takes/
Its a barrier no earthquake or hurricane could break/
So let it in your heart, let the Lord do the rest/
And I promise you will make it, no matter what the test/
No matter what your facing it'll get you through the day/
From Haiti, to New Orleans, it don't matter where you stay.
Copyright © Steven Hernandez | Year Posted 2010
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I didn't buy you flowers/
I didn't buy you chocolate/
I would have, but could not find money in my pocket/
So this is what I'm doing, I'm writing you this poem/
To say thank you for your love, and all the rides home/
See without you I'd be nothing, Like a song without a beat/
Or a thong without the string/
Or like a bong without the weed/
See with you, money is nothing/
Even though it's kinda hard/
But you complete me/
Well, you and my Lonestar card/
And I know this aint much, and it's Valentine's Day/
But there's just 1 thing that I really have to say/
Til death do us part, I'm a love you til that day/
P.S. Can I borrow five dollars, until I get paid
Copyright © Steven Hernandez | Year Posted 2010
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