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day by day I count me blessing thanking the lord for letting me get dressed and I
continue to pray because as my day goes on my faith stays strong; my self
maturity and faith both has me assured that I can fall into no wrong; as a trail with
rocks behind me he will always be at my right hand side at all times; and at
night there's no reason for me to have fear of fright, as being blessed I am
promised to be able to get undressed that night sleep at rest and no that a angle
is with me. so I don't need a bullet proof vest , because I am already set with the
best .and before I am asleep I must confess and pray, after we talk and I count
my blesings he soothes my heart and takes away all my game. forgives me for
all sin that I have done that day and lets me know i will be there day after day
counting away and he puts a smile on my face and tells me in his own special
way "I love you ms.dre"
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who am i and what gives me the right to compare myself to unique? what specify
gives tyciala the ability to read and write her own poetry. who gave this "YOUNGE"
girl this hustler outlook about everybody and everything. in addition somebody
please tell me why tyciala keeps call en her self ms.dre but only on certain
thangs ,and pieces. and then she thinks that she own the world. i think that her
words are blunt and she has been through to much. her hair, her smile,her
personality has both harmony and humor. the most of us want. but most of all
when i try and get to know her i can't get through to her. her heart has walls as tall
as China great wall. and the strongest , and smartens, couldn't know a chip off
her walls.all because i am afraid to fall.so who am i and what gives me the right
to compare myself to the most unique and best? because my pride wouldn't let
me rest if i wanted to do anything else.
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help me to defeat the enemy who has come to a conclusion the you and will
naver be anything more than a seed that will never get to be planted. an flower
that will never be watered to bloom as would a butterfly in itlast stage in it's
cacoon, to soon show and tell the real trails of life and why it can be exhaled.
make me a promise that you will finsh school and learn to understand the basic
outlines of life it's self, instead of dealing with the depriving knowledge of
knowing that you had a chance to make a stand but instead you choose to
elaborate about the reals lies between love and pain. having to be depressed
because you had a chance at being both victorious and wise, but if you choose to
get dismissed and not know why.but through out it all always keep in mind you
are somebody little black fariy tale girl.
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