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Tenysha Thurman Poem
Slender Memories stay with me of the night that you left
Slender Memories stay with me of a night i cant forget
Slender Memories stay with me when I try to think of why
Slender Memories stay with me of when i fell deep into your eyes
Slender Memories stay with me of the Love I had for you
Slender Memories stay with me that's why I cant forget you
Slender Memories stay with me of the night that you left
Copyright © Tenysha Thurman | Year Posted 2012
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Tenysha Thurman Poem
What once was two created one
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
White to Black he never came back
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
One lost soul and Two Broken hearts
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
A Mother and Daughter, she's without a Father
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
Her mother tried but always cried
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
The Daughter was Strong, but it Always felt Wrong
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
Her eye's turned Green, so very Keen
but She'll Always be his Blue Eyed Devil
Copyright © Tenysha Thurman | Year Posted 2012
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Tenysha Thurman Poem
There's nothing wrong with a little heart,
I am human too
Life's just mixed a melting pot.
I'm a race of two worlds combined to one,
Not many can say that it's much fun.
My root's run deep a controversy in themselves,
What once was war now he Delves.
Two worlds that once discriminated and hated each other,
Now drawn together to create another.
At first seen wrong, a sin to God,
Or Gods creative mistake?
A force of nature or a freak of nature?
Am I black or white to them neither is right,
We come in so many colors our beautiful Bi-Racial skin.
A new breed of race that has no place.
Seen as something I'm not, or something quickly forgot.
I thought of myself as mulatto when I was young,
But other names would bitterly come.
McNigg, Oreo, and other foods,
They're all just fools.
In school on test's when asked a race,
They'd say check one
White, black or other
I was forced to call my mother
Now everyone's mixed
The single race is a dying breed
Now they say check as many as you need.
Copyright © Tenysha Thurman | Year Posted 2012
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Tenysha Thurman Poem
Barbara
That Woman drives me crazy
She Once was a Mother
and onto a Friend
That Woman, She drives me crazy
She taught me about life
Whats Wrong and Whats Right
I learned from her Mistakes but
That woman drives me crazy
Never Rich but Not Poor
She Occasionally swore
That woman, She drives me crazy
Behind that I seen her Frown
She Always came Running,, If I hit the Ground
but That Woman, She drives me crazy
Full of Confidence and Self- Respect
Her Pride as tall as can be
She gave me my Wings and told me to Fly
but that Woman, She drives me crazy
I Love You Ma.
Copyright © Tenysha Thurman | Year Posted 2012
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