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Hood Dreams

Hood Dreams
How do you think she feels,
as she watches her mothers eyes become still?
knowing her life will never be the same,
because her mother choose to live hers in vain.
not doing right like she said she would,
she was like a crack fein,
except she was addicted to the hood.
the same hood that helped her meet
this man.
that lied and cheated and had a real 
messed up plan.
the plan to get the hottest chic,
get the most pimped out ride.
he had that hood dream of a better life.
with those glazed over eyes willing to do or die.
so he pledged his life to the hood,
as most niggas would.
cause that's the only way
he felt he could survive,
and make his hood dreams come alive.
but there was a clink in his plan.
he fell in love with the same chic 
his homie was with ,
and who's brother had her last week.
cause she was about her money 
and said forget his hood dreams.
cause she was willing to get any nigga
to get ahead.
and was not about to let his hood dreams 
m,mess up her's instead.
so all this stuff went to his head.
he felt that if he couldn't have her
nobody could.
so he smoked a little cush to 
calm his mind picked up his 9 
and blew her mind.
like i said how do you think she feels.
as she watches her mothers eyes
become still?

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State of Mind

State of Mind 
Sitting here wondering why,
we have daybreaks 
before we see the light.
Sitting here wondering why,
the poor are sick,
and what's the government
trying to hide.
Sitting here wondering why,
God takes the good ones 
and 
leave the bad to survive.
Sitting here wondering why,
we have to kill thousands
just to get one man 
alive.
Sitting here wondering why,
I wrote this poem 
and
how it made me cry.

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Ask Yourself

Ask Yourself 
Have you ever wondered 
how it would feel?

The rush you get 
just to kill.

Have you ever wonders
how it would feel?

Driving drunk then pressing pause
to hold life still.

Have you ever  wondered
how it would feel?

Saying no before the rape 
victim actually becomes
still.

Have you ever wondered
how it would feel?

To read this poem 
and
know that all this is real?

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His Lovely Charm

His lovely Charm
He
tells me he loves me 
and how much he really cares
the brotha even tells me 
that he breathes my air
He gives me these speeches
about how I'm the only one
He caress my wounds
and feels the pain 
of hurt and regret of
lives short lived and
memories laid to rest.
And as cliche as it seems
you could even say that the 
brotha was my safety net.
Buy as  start to give in 
to his lovely charm
I start to fall in
and his feelings begin
to unravel the truth
of what i should
have already knew 
his lies and his speeches 
and that lovely charm
was just a easy way 
to get what he wanted 
and in the end 
I was left with a heart of ice
and love only filled by battered lies.

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Another Statiscate

Another statiscate
Hey you 
with your press on nails,
fake ponytails
and to your back hair weaves.
Hey you
with your kids in
the system while you
swearing you miss them.
But still recieving your 
welfare checks.
to support the habit 
that got you into this mess.
Hey you
with your slick baby hair,
claiming unknown ancestors  
to disclaim who you really are.
saying your half belize and 
3/4 cherokee.
to prove that your different than
the rest. 
When we know that your mother 
and father are negro, 
and were born just up the block.
Hey you
with your golden book of words 
that speak the truth.
Blessing people with your words of wisdom.
just waiting for them to come
with a comeback to critize my truth.
but hopeing they listen to the 
words so they won't become
another statistic.

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Free Me

Free Me 
Sitting here in a 
dark room 
filled with lies,
and battered family ties.
That bring so much 
hatred through these 
broken down eyes.
Filling the pain wash over me.
Like the nile river 
a sheet of grief placed over me.
Trying to look
beyond the window.
Placed inside of me .
Portraying the truth of
what they really see.
Wearing name brands and fake tans.
begging,
trying,
pleading,
to be anyone of the things they
see in me.
Trying hard swimming fast,
breaking down every glass.
Hoping to shatter past,
of broken homes always alone.
Staying in a grave of depression 
beyond belief,
but as I step on to my
thrown and the world hears my song.
I finally feel free
maybe one day free enough
to be me.

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Secrets

secrets
Hidden behind
the black of the eyes
lies a secret.
So dark and deep
it creeps through your soul,
and haunts your mind.

The people around you,
have you scared to unleash 
the truth.
Because your secrets has 
brought death to others
so why not you?

Hidden inside  
the veins to your heart
your secret controls
whether it stops or starts.

So why keep it inside,
just let it go.
The secret so deep,
I pretend not to know.

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Fan

Fan 
He always stands
in the back.
with his head 

tilted back.
Gazing upon the stage,
thinking damn if I
could hit.
man if i could lick 
but the girl wont 
gaze his way.
he watches her 
body move
like a ribbon in the
sky.
she seems so innocent
so pure
the type of female he could be
intimate with.
Then she looks his way,
her smile bright as day,
Then slowly turns away.
that's all he needed 
he gets up with 
lotion in hand walks
away a happy 
fan.

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Addictive

Addictive
Wait,
Stop,
Think!
Can you imagine a world 
with out me?
Compare it to swimming 
without a breath.
To life without the heart,
to love not shared,
to glamour  without the flare.
It's hard I know,
because a one chance meeting
will have you needing my soul.
I'm addictive.
I'm more phenomenal than Mya's woman.
I'm addictive,
I'm the part that makes you whole.
I can be your spring,
or your  winter.
I can be the spark 
or end to your flame.
Can you Imagine a world
without me?
I am your cure to detoxing,
I am the drug that got you there.
Addictive. Addictive. Why am I?
When you read these lines I'm not
talking about my sex
although I've heard it's the best.
It's  my soul,
my mind.
It's the secrets I share.
My soothing voice filled 
with care.
It's me whole, 
nothing changed,
 no one to compare.
So when I ask a question like
Can you Imagine a world without me.
Don't wait,
Don't stop
Don't think.
Because that will get you
lost in mesmerizing thoughts 
of me.

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The Unknown

The unknown
Like a morbid claw
death's grip is placed 
over me.
Like a cat with nine lives.
I search for serenity.
A pace were I can clear my mind,
and focus on the me 
I need to be.
Holding back a life unknown 
to few.
Were parasites live 
hoping i wont unleash
the truth.
Holding back a life
filled with abortions
so mis- trusting in the man I need.
He watches my eyes 
watching his eyes,
filled with infidelity.
It's always me,
working,
striving,
steadily surviving.
This life placed in front of me.
Wondering how they
wear those phony smiles.
While they secretly envy me.
Talking behind my back,
twisting up the facts 
of what they thought they knew.
Concentrating on the past.
Scared to look forward relying on the false truths.
There parents bore through
there impartial minds.
But it's time to give in.
Because the unknown always remain 
unknown.