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Matia Boyd Poem
Poor man on the metro
Nobody knows what he's going through
Poor man on the metro
He's dealing with the same *****as you
Poor man on the metro
All he's asking for is change
Poor man on the metro
So why do you look at him strange
Poor man on the metro
I put a dollar in his cup
Poor man on the metro
He looked as me if that was not enough
Poor man on the metro
Shit, I'm poor too
Poor man on the metro
I'm a bum just like you
Poor man on the metro
Here's a $20 bill
Poor man on the metro
Still shooting looks that could kill
Poor man on the metro
Get the **** away
Poor man on the metro
Said well **** you too than lady
Poor man on the metro
I can't take this anymore
Poor man on the metro
Dead at the front steps of my door
Poor man on the metro
Was just trying to keep warm
Poor man on the metro
Was poor a little too long.
Copyright © Tia Boyd | Year Posted 2013
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her, she sat out like no other...but her silhouette
her voice, it was music to my ears like no other..but her silhouette
her personality, it matched mine like no other...but her silhouette
her resistance, it was stronger than any other...but her silhoutte
her , she pulls me like no other...but her silhoutte
I don't get her and I do any other....but her silhoutte
I suppress my emotions and I do more than I have another...but her silhoutte
I made her go away, just like I did the others..but her silhoutte
I didn't really get my say....but her silhoutte
It's there all black..nice pretty hair..flowing down her back...and her cherubic face..yup her silhouette
Her voice I still hear..make me feign to have her near...yup her silhouette..
They say age is only a number...but all I get is her silhouette
It's her that makes me hesitate...but oh man her silhouette
Her silhouette is sitting there in a field...her hair blowing in the wind...she softly tells me to come closer...she wants me to be so within but she's unsure...she never looks my way..she's sitting so I cant see her shape...but man oh man..that silhouette..that silhouette..oh man..that silhouette..stands up turns to look at me..with eye's so hypnotizing they capture me...I walk closer and she takes a step back...man do I want that silhouette....she says one thing and mean another..that silhouette...so I rush in..I try my best to grasp that silhouette..and I succeed..that blowing flowing hair...in my fingers they're between...mm mm mm the aroma of that silhoutte is something that I'll never forget yet i never got a chance to smell.....it was created by flowers growing in the field..mmm..that silhouette...I pull the silhouette closer ...closer...closer...yup...it was just her silhouette..I kiss her on her forehead..next to her cheek..then I softly touch my lips to the side of hers...my eyes look in hers...as they start to tell me this story...caress her hands..as I look a little closer into the eyes of what initially was an all black silhouette....I see a girl/ a woman...that is hypnotized by a girls eyes...by a girl...she wants this girl so badly...but in the girls eyes...she's just the same....she tries too hard...for nothing...nothing nothing nothing....they start to talk...and it was only okay at one point...but afterwards it was always heated.....jelalousy became an element....anger became an element....but it's something that she still wanted...I put my glasses on to look in a little closer...as I pull the silhouette by her hips closer to me.....so relaxing and I am at peace...I look...this other girl....looks just like the silhouette..it's her...her eyes..her hair...her action...her resistance......the silhouette pulls away...pushes me off..then walks away......I try to say something...s s s s omething......I stutter and the words don't come out.......I wake up....I was dreaming.......but damn if I can't have her...can I atleast have her silhouette?
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Let me pierce your soul with my tears
Let me brighten your glow with my touch
Let me burst your eardrums with my words
Let me do that to you much
Let me make your body glow so I can see it in your face
Let me make your mind think so that i can pull you on my way
Let me make you get those butterflies that I like to see fly
Let me make you smile so that inside I cant see you cry
Let me embrace you lightly as to give you no fear
Let me do it close enough but far enough away that you know I’m near
Let me send your mind on a journey that I can adventure for
Let me be your friend nothing less nothing more
Let me sing you a song that you’ve never heard
Let me write you poem, let me be that bird
Let me close your eyes, be in your dreams
Let me be your reality, for consciousness is what I feign
Let me promise to you, for those I will never break
But you can keep your heart cause sometimes I make mistakes
Let me let me let me….forever, everyday…..I’ll do anything…all you got to do is say it :-)
Copyright © Tia Boyd | Year Posted 2013
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I didn't think I had time for a relationship but yet I yearn for a body every boring night. I want to be in love, I want to love, I want to be a romantic being sucking up every moment that I can. I want the thought of someone going through my mind all day. I want to be wanted by someone that I actually want. My thoughts are seeking beyond their control for I must give in to what it desires. That's the only sanity that I will find and I hope that it finds me soon for I am becoming a weakling of society ???? walking around with my head high and my chest out like I am the strong woman that I appear to be but somehow I am unconsciously but consciously lying to myself while I believe the truths that are make belief. My thoughts are telling me that i'm a strong but I am a weakling. Cognitive dissonance got me going crazy but I'll hold down my word as I sit in this corner and reach out my hand and watch every one look at me. They keep walking because they don't have money to give as if that's the only thing a hand could be asking for.No, I want you join me. Converse with me. Share with me your deepest intellect.I grow from conversational stimulation. I'm aroused by the flow of new words rolling from your tongue. Tell me Something that I've never heard before. Connect with me.
I once told a crush that I was a very monotone individual. I once told a crush that while I may not speak one word my presence beats on the eardrums and retinas of those in a crowded room. I once told a crush that I needed someone to not only supplement me but someone who is going to complement me. hen That crush grabbed my hand and pulled me from the corner. As I began to boast because that crush told me 'well I'm pretty much the opposite' my thoughts made me hesitate. I too quickly became sedated as I faded into another world. I thought I wasn't ready for a relationship. I'm not ready for a relationship. I'm too busy for a relationship. So I said no.This crush turned into a drug....and sure enough I became addicted. And once again I'm sitting in the corner with my hand out. People walkin by cause they think they know what I need.No money. what one shoulda thrown me was a condom because I was mind ****ed hard and it was so damn good. This addiction oh how I should of said no. but now I'm here with a STD of the ****ing mind. I can't get rid of it. Shoulda said no. Now I'm here in the corner looking for a hand out. Somebody else to put their hand out. **** my mind one more time because intellectual sexual stimulation of the mind is the epitome of the relationship that I need. And if you have that then you complement me and I can compliment you.I can want you not only because you want me but because I love you and romance you because in the corner you grabbed my hand and knelt down on your knees.
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Young,black, brother.... lost in this world
Can't get help for the answers to any question
so he seeks the answers for himself and......
he answered once...WRONG
He got the answer....that's right,
but it was wrong.
Now he's wonder "why I have to be here..
for so.... darn.... long?"
but no one has given him a lesson
but they giving him a lesson
Nope, just teaching him a lesson
but that lesson is going to take a life-time to teach
while two DAMN years of his life will be gone and out of reach.
Yet, it's supposed to be a critical developing period of an adolescence's life
to learn the LESSON of his role as an adult
and his responsibility in society.
But my young, black, brother has been swept away from SOCIETy
....to be taught his lesson.
His lesson of...looking at walls and counting the blocks on the ceiling.
His lesson that...putting an one hundred forty-five - 85 pound body on a flat mattress that
has probably been used by forty to fifty other people can
**** YOU UP!!! and realize that "I can't get jiggy with this shit!!!"
His lesson of...my entertainment is my visits,my phone calls, and my letters from my fam/friends at home.
His lesson of...I'm being taught a lesson for my wrong actions of something I didn't do but did.
His lesson of...I aint being tought shit!!
His lesson of....this is just wasting my time.
A lesson...my young, black, brother should have been taught a long time ago.
A lesson...my young,black, brother should know.
A lesson...every teenage boy and girl knows because his/her mommy/daddy have taught it to them.
But not my YOUNG...BLACK...BROOOOTHAAHH!!!
His mother and father were too busy trying to find the answers for themselves.
That they had been searching for still after 35+ years.
Hmph....while my young, black, brother yelled help and held back the tears
he realized he messed up once
but forever his answer was WRONG.
And instead of giving him another chance
.....................they grabbed him by the hands and said......"Come along, Black Brother, come along"
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