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Tomeka Samuels Poem
Flowing..Flowing... Flowing...
Down my face, I've been doing a lot of thinking.
It's time we had our space.
These teardrops that fall, they fall because of you.
All this time to me, you have not been true.
You filled my heart you blew my mind with all those lovely thoughts.
Through these long hard times I held my part.
You took my love, my trust and threw it all away.
While I was true to you, all you wanted to do was to play.
You played with my heart, you palyed with my mind.
Now to me you're not worth a dime.
All these years to you I was true.
Now you walk around. as if you had no clue.
These teardrops are falling down my face.
As they fall to the floor my heart begins to race.
You should have left me before it came to this.
Now I say to you and our love, you are "DISMISSED."
Copyright © Tomeka Samuels | Year Posted 2006
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Tomeka Samuels Poem
Sometimes we just want to get away.
Break free from all this heartache and anger need I say.
Be free to roam without hurt in our heart
Get away from the aggravation that's tearing us apart.
We need someone to see our struggle , to understand.
Why good people get stepped on by an un defiant man?
By man I mean society, by person I mean you.
Living in depression leaves one disgruntle and blue.
Not knowing the next move, not knowing the next step.
Be careful my friend, the pressure will build up yet.
All in your mind, in your heart need I say?
Broken hearts, broken promises leaves you in confusion and dismay.
Break free from all the chaos that holds you break.
Determination you have and a strong will you do not lack.
Hold your head up high, stand proud and strong.
For when all else fails, you'll be the first one they call.
Copyright © Tomeka Samuels | Year Posted 2006
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Tomeka Samuels Poem
Shh.... What do you hear?
Nothing but silence as I tremble in fear.
Knowing that you are approaching getting very near.
I don't know who you are, but you know me.
You are just a shawdow on the wall not visible to see.
I only see your silhouette as you come into the light.
Nevertheless seems to diasappear as you walk into the night.
You have known me for some time.
I only seen you from afar.
Not knowing your name, not knowing who you are.
When your prescence is near, I feel a sense of danger.
Even though you know who I am, but to me you're still a stranger.
A stranger in the morning, noon and night.
A stranger whose prescence I can not fight.
Your face is as blind to me as night skies blue.
Now could you please tell me stranger, who are you?
Copyright © Tomeka Samuels | Year Posted 2006
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Tomeka Samuels Poem
Self- Respect is everything.
Self Image is a new.
No one is here to judge you, to thy own self be true.
Be true because you are beautiful, be true because you are unique.
Be true because your mind is strong, in order for you to think.
To think of all the wonderful things that makes up being you.
Beautiful on the inside, beautiful throughout.
Saying I'm happy to be me.
Let no one tell you otherwise, let no one make you pout.
Stand up and say it loud and strong.
Or scream, holler and shout!
Shout to the world ... I'm beautifu8l you all can you see.
I'm happy being plain old me.
I'm happy being the person I am ,what about you?
I'm happy being the way I am and how I look too.
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Am I good like that,do I bring you joy?
Did I take you to manhood, after being a little boy?
Did I take you to ecstacy, after costing a fee?
I got that power believe me, to drop you to your knees.
I got them fumes to make you fly.
On me baby, you'll get a natural high.
On me you want know day from night.
I will burn your brain, I even blur your sight.
I'm that stuff sometimes better than sex.
For me you'll leave your wife she'll become your ex.
Sometimes I even drive people insane.
I'm that one and only Ms. Mary Jane.
I'm addictive can't you see.
You can make a fortune off of me.
I grow from the earth.
I even grow as a tree.
Take a sniff to get high off my leaf.
I'll get you high and that's on the "rella."
Look for me in the streets a.k.a. "killa."
Copyright © Tomeka Samuels | Year Posted 2006
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