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La'shanae Posey Poem
Winter Wonderland
We were stuck,
In that winter wonderland.
Flowers froze,
Announcing are intimacy
More delicate than a rose.
The touch,
The feel,
Of you’re your hardworking hands.
Swallowed and took over,
My memory glance.
Glazed over eyes,
Putting me in a perpetual lust.
Making my guards weaken
Needing no knowledge of trust.
We were stuck.
In that winter wonderland.
Holding on to stolen kisses
Keeping warm.
Putting us in forever bliss.
For me it was more,
For you it was less.
We were stuck
In that winter wonderland.
Trust,
No knowledge of it.
When you said we were safe
I believed
When you said that you love me
I believed
But trust there was no trust.
That touch
That feel.
White powered noses
Had us stuck.
In that winter wonderland.
Never seeing the spring or fall.
The spring of your disease
And the fall of our wonderland.
We were not stuck
But afraid.
To move, to leave
Because me not knowing
And you not showing.
Lead me to believe
That we were free.
No protection needed.
It was like letting a ship sail
Through full of diseases.
I never knew that those
3 letter words would end my life.
Aids
Damn I didn’t think twice.
And that white,
Beautiful snow we snorted
Had me feeling distorted.
Stuck in that winter
Wonder land.
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La'shanae Posey Poem
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 fene,
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 pleged his life to the hood,
as most niggas would.
cause that's the only way
he felt he could survive,
andmake 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 fforget his hood dreams.
cause she was willing to do any nigga
to get ahead.
and was not about to let his hood dreams
ruin 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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La'shanae Posey Poem
Message tip
She walked into the room
And people noticed her trance.
She choose her own seat
As the people next to he started to stand.
They asked
“Was she lost, or confused in anyway”?
She simply replied
“no, I’m just here to eat today.”
They looked in her eyes
And saw something was not there
They were looking at a black woman
Who wanted to be treated fair.
The waitress came by and kept on walking
And by the 6th time
Of her um clearing her throat.
She stopped at the table ready to take note.
But before this black woman could reply her order.
The waitress said,
“No ham hocks, No watermelon, greens, chicken or chitlins.”
And the woman smiled in a caring way
And said, “sweetie you wouldn’t have enough
Soul took cook that meal anyway,
But since your standing they’re waiting to
take My order
I’ll have a glass of chardonnay,
Come back in five and may be I’ll be ready.”
People came, people left.
But this lady sat at that table two whole hours
Waiting to be fed.
And when she finally received her meal
And it was all done.
She asked for her check
Which got there in less than two minutes.
She paid her bill and then she left.
Pay no attention to the stares or comments
But when the waitress went to the table
Expecting No tip.
There was a written note that said this:
Since you didn’t seem to want my money,
I choose to leave you a message tip.
My strength is more than you know,
My soul is greater than me
To treat each other fairly is all we really need.
Thank you,
For the meal see you tomorrow.
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La'shanae Posey Poem
Free Me
Sitting here in a
dark room
filled with lies,
and battered famly ties.
That bring so much
hatred throuh 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 swiming fast,
breaking down every glass.
Hoping to shatter past,
of broken homes always alone.
Staying in a grave of deppression
beyond belief,
but as I step on to my
thrown and the worl hears my song.
I finally feel free
maybe one day free enough
to be me.
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La'shanae Posey Poem
what kind of world is this?
what kind of world is this?
people dying,
women crying,
baby momma drama,
suicides,
o.d.'s,
you shoot me and
uh
I shoot you.
why?
you ask why just because
you aint with my crew
thats slang for my gang.
what kind of world is this?
wars, guns, fights,
oh so long nights.
nights of pain
nights of strain
wondering why do I live my
life in vain?
what kind of world is this?
love, hugs, kisses,
always dissin.
I love you and
uh
you love me
long as I open my legs
and let it be.
death, crying,
in a deep sleep,
love, hugs, and kisses,
suicides, o.d.'s
wars, rape
please just sleep with me.
what kind of world is this?
it's my reality.
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