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My Birthday Suit

Long, slim, chocolate, and divine
Most men, and even some women pine... feign over this birthday suit of mine
Smooth layers with no assistance from oil of olay
I sport my suit proudly as if everyday were my birthday
My scars add character and tell my story
My birthday suit expresses my battles and my glories

And we all know that when chocolate gets too hot, it melts
And I like chocolate, so I admit that sometimes I do like to taste myself
I just can't seem to help it 
Because my birthday suit always demands another helping
But there are many who cannot handle the sweetness
They get a little sugar in their system and my suit becomes their weakness
For those that cannot handle, I strongly suggest a sugarless diet
Because once you've taken a bite, you'll forever be tempted to try it
You may even be tempted to buy it
Just remember, No returns, refunds, and no exchanges
And bout time I'm finished with you, this birthday suit will surely be famous!!

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They Make My Head Hurt

These women are fiction, fake, they just ARE NOT real
The following is a list of statements to inform others of how I feel:

These men are a trip with their feminine traits
They wine and moan like they need a tampon and a piece of chocolate cake
And I'm so sick of these weak lies and lame excuses
Unless its about some good sex, I consider a man useless
And these dumb women can have these weak, wanna-be, men
They can all drown in their own stupidity until the world comes to an end
And I hope that every dead-beat father suffers
Here's a shout out to all the real baby mothers
And a toast to the real men and women of 2011
Bottoms up at communion, I'll see you in heaven
I'll be sitting beside the preacher and his mistress
While the devil passes me the kush, with God as my witness

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Victim

I am struggling to make sense of my feelings and thoughts
wondering if grief counseling should be sought
but I did not lose a loved one, that is not why I am with grief
I grieve because I have lost myself and most of my belief
Not religious wise though, God and I are okay
We'll be even better once this heartache goes away
Only thing is, is that it never does
And I beat myself up for not being the woman that I once was

I let the wrong man get the best of me
A decision that will follow me to eternity
I made a mistake and believed in love
What I should've done was invest in a pair of boxing gloves
Black, blue, swollen, and red
So many clothes I own are stained with the blood I bled

However, the physical scars don't amount to the emotional and mental ones
Or the guilt that I feel sometimes when I look at my son
Sometimes I fear what kind of man he will be
And I pray 
Everyday
That he will never raise his hands at me
I pray that he respects every woman and every little girl
Lord knows I was disrespected enough, just trying to bring him into this world
Now that he is here, I know my son is heaven sent
But I am still so angry and filled with such resentment
Sometimes its hard to look at him and not remember the nights I cried
Or any of the nights that we both could have died
By the hands
Of the man
Whom was supposed to love us both unconditionally
Who beat the love out of me 
Throughout my entire pregnancy

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Currently

Its hard growing up now and days
So much is expected of you in so many ways
Everybody wants to judge you, but no one wants to help
They'd rather obsess over your life than to concentrate on themselves
You try to please others, but realize its useless
And it seems that reality is always out to prove you clueless
You want someone to love, but manage better on your own
If loving him is right, then you don't want to be wrong
Sex is an addiction, a vital necessity
You can barely make it through the day without craving that point of ecstasy
But what about love, trust, and commitment
All of those things that are soon followed by resentment
Crazy are these thoughts that plague us
Causing confusion and trying to phase us
Trying to eat at us from the inside out
Making us scream and shout...and cry
Seems like nobody cares, but you don't know why
All you know is you and you only
Maybe you should get to know someone else so you won't be so lonely

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Writer's Block

I wanted to write something worth reading
Something that would capture your mind
Something that would leave you with a tremendous feeling
And have you thinking that my words are divine

But when I put my pencil to the paper
Its like my thoughts just turned into vapor
And evaporated into thin air
Now, at this blank sheet of paper I stare
And I ask myself, "Where do I begin?"
And do I really have something worth readin
Do people want to hear what I have to say
Or should I just ball up this sheet of paper and throw it away 
Are my words strong enough to invade your brain
Are my words soft enough to heal your hurt and pain
Are my words hateful enough to make you want to fight
Are they fascinating enough to keep you up thinking all night
I wonder can my words make you dump your mate
Can my words make you love, can they make you hate
Can my words make you laugh, can they make you cry
Do my words make you ask yourself the question "Why?'
Or...
Do my words just confuse you
And make you wonder why some people do the things they do
Make you wonder why I'm not locked up in a crazy home
And restricted from all sharp objects and the telephone
Do they make you wonder why my friends stick by my side
And will I one day end up committing suicide
Because sometimes, I wonder about things like this
I wonder why all these young girls are cutting their wrists
And why these doggs are always tryin to get a bone
Why won't they just chill, and leave a girl alone
And why are these females always trying to hate
Always trying to eat more that they can fit on their plate
And why is "The Man" always hassling my friends
Got me thinkin it's a sin to be black and breathin
I mean, why can't they just chill and let us be
When will we ever be truly free
But maybe we are and I just don't see...
These are some thoughts in the mind of Sheri

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Happy Mother's Day

Here is a shout out to all the mothers near and far
The beautiful, strong, wise, gifted, mothers that you are
Celebrate yourself today, and everyday hereafter
May your day be filled with only joy and laughter
Celebrate your struggles
Celebrate your strive
Celebrate the loveliness that God has supplied 
You
Love yourself in all that you do
And know that you are thought about in a amazing way
Thank you to all the mothers with your embracing love and amazing grace

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Baby Girl

I can't put the pencil down and I don't know why
Its funny, but as a youngster, I used to be pencil shy
But since I've grown up, writing has become my Baby Girl
My escape from this crazy, messed up world
Every time I stop writing, something new comes to my mind
And I am forced to pick up my notebook one more time
It took me a while to appreciate this gift that God gave me
Writing as if my words are the only things that can save me
Take away this gift, and my sanity is gone
Because writing my thoughts has helped me to hold on

Baby Girl, you've grown so much since the day you were born
And Mama has given you a special task to perform
Go and tell this world about my struggle
Let them know that your mama showed a little muscle
And even though she felt like giving up, she never did
She kept pushing forward even though the devil forbid
Baby Girl, tell the world that your mama was a fighter
And when I'm gone, make sure the world holds up a lighter

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Attention Ladies

She tugs at her shirt in an insecure manner
Worried that everyone is looking at her
Whispers surround her as she proceeds
Her mind races, "I know that they're talking about me."
She glances down at her shoes to monitor her stride
To fall in front of this crowd, would surely be a crime

Who is this woman that constantly fidgets?
She's not one woman, but every woman, even though we don't like to admit 
We've all experienced those moments when our self-esteem lacks
And insecurity begins to breathe down our backs
Our thoughts suddenly so in the negative direction
We begin to feel awkward when facing our own reflection
We let the videos and media mold and shape us
Not realizing that these things only rape us
They rape our minds,
Leaving behind
Invisible scars

Don't you see them when you look in the mirror
Each complaint about your body, makes the scars clearer...
My hair is too short, my breast are too small
Life would be much better, If only I were tall
My skin is too dark, my teeth are not straight
I have definitely got to skip the biscuits on my next plate
My smile should be brighter and my skin should have no flaws
If only I could change it all...

But you can't, so just get over it and let things be
Learn how not to doubt your outer beauty
And please don't disregard the loveliness within
Because that is where the true beauty begins
Stop pulling at your shirt and looking down when you walk
And if you have something to say, then hold your head high when you talk
Never be ashamed to be who you are
Ladies, I think its time we embraced those invisible scars

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Meltdown

Sitting back, trying not to let the b.s. phase me
About five minutes away from flipping out and going crazy
Bills piling in, but I'm trying not to worry about it
Smoking with Mary everyday because my mind ain't right without it
I need a vacation, but I cannot afford one
Right now I feel like one of God's forgotten sons
Only difference is, I'm His forgotten little girl
My shoulders are getting heavy from carrying the weight of my world
And I am so tired of the b.s. that that life feeds me
Wish I could shut the world out so I can just live and be me
But I guess that's impossible since the world is still downing me
Everybody's wants and opinions are doing nothing but drowning me
I'm trying, but hell, no matter what, its never good enough
And I don't know what else to do besides give up
So I sit... and puff and puff until all the stress has dissolved
Because when its just me and Mary, all of my problems are temporarily solved

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Us Against the World

The clock is ticking, and I'm running out of time
I wish I was talented enough to pick up the mic and lace it with a rhyme
But I'm not, so Im left with these blue lines on this paper
Pouring out my feelings, doing this ink pen a favor
Writing like today just might be last
Looking towards the future, fighting with my past
Losing a few battles, but I'm winning the wars
Much happier than I ever was before
A victim of pain, fate, and all that is in between
This world has turned me into something cold and mean
I wish I could express myself through an artistic drawing
I try, but the pen and paper keep calling
They keep saying my name and begging me to write
My mind overflows with words; therefore, it does not fight
My hands obey and pick up the pen
I can feel my fingers as they load up with adrenaline
I can feel the paper becoming one with my mind
I have to write my thoughts down before I run out of time
Man...this notebook and I have shared many pains
We both know what it feels like to be left out in the rain
So I choose to treat my notebook like its my only pearl
Because as of right now, its just us against the world