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Bambi Graf-Burnham Poem
A little boys poem
by BambiLynn'14
Hi Mama! I'm up here looking down upon you!
I didn't mean to go, I miss you too.
I see things a bit different from above.
Looking down at a world lacking love.
That big White House enlists all those young.
Sending them to fight with a big gun.
I wasn't yet grown, never made it to being a man.
I guess that's not what God had in his plan.
I just saw on tv, the news, the war heroes.
Was playing to be one~hit a big zero!
Mama, how does a policeman who should keep me safe...
See a deadly threat in a little waif?
We all grew up playing~ running in the day.
How does a grown man see me any other way?
It's so beautiful here Mama!
Nice,safe, at peace, no drama.
I'm watching you now! Your lil angel!
Please cherish our time and let the pain go.
I'm waiting right here Mama til you come!
I'm in your heart, I feel all your love.
It was Gods will that it was to be me...
My human face to recall as the example to see.
My face will help put an end to such hate.
I just wish it coulda dead stopped on my death date.
It's gonna keep on for some time more.
But me, Michael, Trayvon have opened that door.
All the love in my soul I send to your heart!
I love you Mama, Merry Christmas...
We're not too far apart.
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2015
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TO MY STREET SOLDIERS
by BambiLynn'14
Sometimes in the game you get too deep
Losing sight of what's real-to lose or to keep
It's not you or sons legacy nor your life
The original intent was to feed you, your kid, and your wife
But perspective gets skewed-reality changed
What you do became you the longer you banged
All money ain't good money mentality was lost
Your wife took your kid and soon after was tossed
Good intention and real love is now bitter with hate
Wheres your soul now at the judgement gate?
Your sons coming up and right behind you
This story in the ghetto is nothing new
I'm putting my words out exactly for this
Don't be that statistic, it's you and yours that you diss
Just play the game-don't let it play you
It is what it is, don't live it too
All that hustling and juggling steady on your grind
Risking life and freedom if you get time
Dedication and work ethic are already there
Don't shoot yourself down-get on a square
Dirty money, trifling women and all that comes fast
Shouldn't overrule you cuz none of it will last
Unless it's for pure survival it's not worth the cost
Of your family, yourself, your soul will be lost
Take all the same long hours, hard work, and tough will and fight
Using learned skillz from that, tough deals, work ethic to do what's right
Don't underestimate all that or you who is stronger than most
When taking that legit will make others toast
Stop fighting each other~or yourself most of all
Be true to you, define yourself, own your shit to stand proud and tall.
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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A man impatient on the corner
Waiting for the light to say walk
As cars drive by splashing mud
Oblivious to anything going on
A truck pulls too far into the intersection
And a car has to screech to a halt
The driver swearing out of his window
Then continues on his way
Rain sprinkles gently down on all the world
Softly saying GOD BLESS YOU
But no one listens....
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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MINNESOTA OG
by BambiLynn'14
We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!
All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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Tasha Marie
She came into the world thru love
Blond hair, blue eyed from heaven above
In my sister she grew and changed
Settling wild child down, replacing her pain
Only nine months old, full sentences pronounced
Bright. happy, inquisitive, full of baby bounce
Pride for her mom, joy for her gramma
I missed out busy w my own~ gosh dammit!
She grew old and wise in a family of drought
Saw thru delusions, staying real w/o doubt
Struggling w herself w so little left to give
A young lady fighting to find her reason to live
Hard working, responsible, by 20 a boss
But within her struggle, all that a loss
She kept plodding on, kept learning and growing
Never really taught that surrounded by those not knowing
She was the bestest big sister one could ever dream
An even greater cousin to one in need
So many close and near, she was still alone
Then came the sun, she finally found her home
Home was a kind, loving man named Voss
He dried her years of pain, shook away her loss
She took his arm when he asked for her hand forever more
Just found out they'll be three soon, by life's end~ a family of four.
Written for Tasha Marie as requested... In under a half hour. Another promised soon.
Love, Aunt Bambi
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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Less than you
by BambiLynn'01
Because I am the way I am
I ask, in Gods eye, where I stand.
Am I wrong for what I do?
Does it make me less than you?
I do not cheat, I could not kill-
The things I have, I did not steal.
I hurt no one except for me...
I've deprived myself of dignity.
A sacrifice I had to make,
Relates to the life I face.
My innocence, long lost so young-
Never fully experiencing childhood fun.
I followed a path of those before,
And, after me, will be followed by more.
But does that make me nothing good?
Not doing what you think I should?
I didn't choose this life I lead,
Growing up with lightning speed.
Though somewhere else I'd rather be,
For always, this is my reality.
But does this make me less than you?
I know, sometimes I think so too.
Sometimes I cry and The Lord, why can't I be something more?
Life is rough and as I look around...
Things get worse and nothing better.
So as I sit and write this letter,
I pray my God watches over me,
And never gives up on what he sees.
I hope, sometimes, he hears my voice;
And loves me still despite my choice.
What I've done in my hard life I live,
Is this all things that he'll forgive?
The child long sacrificed in me,
As I live out my reality.
Am I any less than you?
Do you think he loves me too?
When you cast your eyes on me-
Say one deed is not all you see...
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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OG ODE
QUIT USING VIOLENCE TO TALK~NO ONE RESPECTS DUE TO FEAR.
ALL MONEY AINT GOOD MONEY~WHEN ITS DOWN TO WHATS DEAR.
PLAY THE GAME~DONT SELL YOUR SOUL.
STAY TRUE TO YOU~PERPETRATING TAKES A TOLL.
SELF ESTEEM ISNT IN AN EXPENSIVE CAR~INSIDE YOU IS WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
FAMILY FIRST, TAKE CARE OF "ROOF" TOO~HELP THOSE ON THE COME UP, OR WHATS HOLDING US DOWN IS ONLY ME AND YOU.
BRING SOME OG BACK TO THE GAME~CUZ SHOOTING EACH OTHER DOWN GOTTA CHANGE.
YOU DONT KILL A BAD PLAYA~JUST STARVE HIM OR HER OUT.
CUZ THAT THE OG WAY~WHAT GOOD HUSTLES ABOUT.
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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WHEN OTHERS THINK
EXAGGERATION, YOU SEE ITS
MY IMAGINATION.
INSTEAD OF SUPPORT, i GOT
SEPERATION, YOU STEPPED UP
INTO MY DESPERATION.
AS MY SOUL WRITHED IN
HURT AND PAIN, YOU BEAMED
SUNSHINE THRU THE RAIN.
WHEN I WAS ISOLATED, SO
UTERLY ALONE, IT WAS
ALWAYS YOU RINGING MY
PHONE.
AND WHEN I FELT MY LIFE
WAS AT WITS END, I
ROUNDED THE BEND~AND
THERE AGAIN, ITS YOU, MY
FRIEND.
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2013
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REALTALK
by Bambynn'14
Listen to this you stupid ass, don't even think you're slick or fast!
Can't keep a job~got no game...
Youre crippled punk, way beyond lame.
You judge, criticize, lie on me.
Look in a mirror is where you need to be!
I'm not bothering yo life! You're a product of mine.
But in the end, TRUE COLORS SHINE!
So damn fake you can't see how stupid you look.
I sacrificed for you who deceived, lied, and took.
I stayed true to me doing what I should.
You failed me, i did no wrong~ me and God good.
Don't come to me with a that sick shit.
She went to hell~don't you get it bitch?
Why not get well, get real, be all you can be.
Because until now, a sick fake is all we can see.
It's in black and white w pros and facts on my side.
Reality and truth is where I abide.
But I can't help, fix, or change anyone but me.
It is what it is, do what what you do~ you define you, you can't define me.
REALTALK
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2015
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KAMIKAZI'S POEM
You were my baby, a gift, and I was so in love with you...
They say to love all your children the same, but that isn't possible to do.
Being older, counseling, risking my life to have you.
Having cervical cancer, they said Abort, to follow thru~we'd both die.
Because you were mixed, my mother said she'd disown me and made me try.
Went to appt, saw machine and it made me sick.
Got up and left, couldn't do it, that night felt your first kick.
I quit all drugs and drinking and carried you full term.
We'd be riddled w cancer, I'd hemorrhage, or in hell I'd burn.
With faith in God, had you natural, w Dawn and Cris at my side.
No mishap, no cancer, you were healthy and so beautiful that I cried.
Despite my mothers threats and racism, you were loved and accepted.
You say being mixed was hard, but you were popular and respected.
So cute and charismatic, you erased prejudice and bias.
You fit in and were favored by all who lived by us.
I loved you deeply and do even still.
A gift from God and your genetics, you have great passion and skill.
I'm sorry you hate me, say I failed you, and see me in worse possible light.
I gave you ten times more than was given me to make you alright.
Just remember who you were named for, and how you came to be.
You can hate me to death, but with your gift comes responsibility.
Please use it to teach, to lead, rise above bias, address racism, demand equality, change the world~ be the best God sent you here to be...
Your mother,
BambiLynn'14
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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