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Maya Crooms Poem
Right now, I'm a look back on the things I said
I wsih I could go back and regret the things I did
That sunny Monday, morning that I layed in bed
I thought I would become a women
Playing roles and playing with myself instead
Right now I look back on the things I did
Makin me wifey, It was like playin house
Giving me a ring that made my finger turn green,
and lately its been bending into something so serene
Right now I , look back on the things I did
A capable girl corrupted with swirls
Laying down on my back and never rewarding
For feeling like trash
A piece looked upon as gold but intrepreted as silver
Traded in at the pawn shop
Society looks upon me as nothing more than a 25cent lolly pop
Right now I look back on the things I did
Never regretted meeting this fella
Throught he would bring me more joylike cinderella
A nubian queen turned around walking the streets with her head hanging down.
I pray a price whiich isalways right.
Always let in the store or a lonely draw.
I'm always left behind, because of my own kind. I withdraw from inner being,
I relax because I have no meaning.
I am quiet because no one listens.
And I vow to be a Christian.
I am complicated and you can't figure me out.
I am lost in this world and I want to find a way out.
Right now I look back on the things I said
I might be a hypocrite but what I say and what do can only be a unite.
I rise to the occasion , of showing myself approved
But I constantly value, of how the world looks at me and you
A long lost self worth nothing and no wealth.
A constant backfire of shots flying at my back
I lost apart of me while going through trash
Trash I call it, Another meaning for men
I change sizeswhile I add on pounds.
I constantly eat and one comes 1 week and then he suddenly leaves me weak
I thought I had a good one but he lied and decieved.
Now I'm on the next one, which he really seemsas if he has me.
Right now I look back on the things I said.
Right now I back on what I regret.
A cinderella or snowwhite that just woke up.
I realize that I really need to get in touch.
Copyright © Maya Crooms | Year Posted 2006
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Maya Crooms Poem
Time is slowing down
I can't stand 2 be told what to do
Its a valley of lies that I sit hear an dpry
As I continuely remember that my life is slowing down
I just sit here with a frown
I try not to explode
Not to yell or run away from home
But its hard, harder than you can ever imagine
Once youve hit the satge, where you think youre grown
Copyright © Maya Crooms | Year Posted 2006
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