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Shayla Woods Poem
How many times will I be wrong before I am right?
How many of my days will be overcome by night?
How many of my sunny days be turned into rain?
How many pills would it take to stop my pain?
How may tears do I shed to bury my sorrow?
How many of my nights will have a tomorrow?
How many screams will it take for me to be heard?
How much longer will my future be blurred?
How many years will I cry over my mother?
How long will it take for me to trust another?
Copyright © Shayla Woods | Year Posted 2011
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Shayla Woods Poem
Candlelight,
Heat,
Passion,
Rain...
Sweat,
Wet,
Rub,
Pain...
Lust,
Curiosity,
Fire,
Touch...
Pleasure,
Kisses,
Licks,
Ruff...
Gentle,
Winter,
Covers,
Lotion...
Oil,
Thrust,
Feathers,
Ocean...
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You are the definition of inspiration.
Through your heartbeat is my own motivation.
I love you completely,
with no hesitation;
Your face and your spirit
is my hearts decoration.
Your body is a work of art,
but your soul is God's creation.
My Obsession Has No Evasion.
It is unknown to me,
how you breathe persuasion.
You are the answer
to my hearts equation.
I enjoyed the feeling,
Of my souls invasion.
Your love is a fog,
I relaxe in sedation.
My dreams are not as good as reality,
when to you I awaken.
You make me strong
I remain unshaken.
I belong to you,
My heart you've taken.
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Time stand still,
If only for a moment.
Intertwined in your love...
Is my greatest enjoyment.
Wash me is kisses,
Cover my body with your hands.
I crave frot he touch of the one
I call my man.
I crave your passion;
I love your soul.
Your spirit entertains me;
You smile dazzels me like gold.
I like your kindness,
Your love I need.
Your presence is necessary.
without my heart shall bleed.
I now get obsession
Why one can't let go.
My body is waiting.
On with the show.
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Would I be more of a women
If I held my thoughts,
If I remained silent,
If I cooked instead of talk?
Would I be more of a women
If I ironed your shirt,
If I took all your mess,
If I didn't hesitate to lift my skirt?
Would I be more of a women
If I took things sittting down,
If I let you walk over me,
If I kept my head down?
Would I be more of a women
If I let you yell at me,
If I let you hit me,
If I still praised you on my knees?
Would I be more of a women
If I put up with your attitude
If I let you disrespect me
If I let you treat me rude?
Would I be more of a women
If I had long beautiful hair
If I had a twenty inch waist
If I was okay with you having a spare?
Would I be more of a women
If I remained unaware
If I seen no wrong in you
If I just didn't care?
Would I be more of a women
If I tamed my voice
If I hid my individuality
If I gave up my right of choice?
Copyright © Shayla Woods | Year Posted 2011
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Shayla Woods Poem
Slavery is over.
The economy is weak.
We finally got Obama;
But the future still looks bleak.
Who is there to blame?
Watch fingers go everywhere.
Every one grab a mirror...
Stand and Stare.
FATHER already sent his son
to save us once.
But here we are behaving,
with such disgrace and disgust.
Change is a must!
Prayer is required!
You must let go of your wicked ways
in which you have aquired.
Time travels fast;
We were just in our past.
To change to future,
we must take church like class...
Pencils and Pads!
Only tell the seasons by the trees,
is what the bible told me.
Natural disasters, death pain,
homeless, unfed, disease.
Foolish look around;
Don't you see?
But don't become aftraid...
Become heaven made.
Through your belief,
You can be saved.
Copyright © Shayla Woods | Year Posted 2011
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