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Rena Turner Poem
WHAT ARE YOUR LIST OF PRIORITIES
DO HAVE OTHER THINGS THAT TIES YOU UP
OR OTHER CHICKS THAT PUT YOU DOWN
BROTHER DONT YOU START TO CLOWN
CAUSE NOW YOURE MAKING ME FROW
IM SUPPOSE TO BE THE ONE TO WEAR A CROWN
NOW YOU DRINKING CROWN ROYAL
AND NO LOYALTY IN YOUR WORLD
NOTHING BUT A DEADBEAT BROTHER IN MY WORLD
MOTHER OF YOUR SEED
PROTECTOR OF YOUR GARDEN
IM MOTHER NATURE IMMATURE BROTHER
CANT GET NO FOOD OR WATER
EVERYTIME YO PHONE RINGS
STRAIGHT TO THE INBOX I GO
STRAIGHT TO CHILD SUPPORT YOU KNOW
NOW IM NOT THE ONE TO CLOWN
YOU AINT NOTHING BUT A DEADBEAT BROTHER NOW
TRYING TO MESS UP MY FLOW
SEE IM FLOSSING WHAT YOU NEED IS TO FLOSS
WITH ALL THAT BUTTER IN BETWEEN YO TEETH
NOW YOU GOT ME HEATED AND IM READY TO HIT HARD
UNDERNEATH DEADBEAT BROTHER
CLAIM YOU WORKING HAVENT SEENTHE FRUITS
OF THAT LABOR SINCE YOU JOINED THE HARBOR
NOW BROTHER WHO ARE YOU FOOLING
PLAYING POOL WITH THE GUYS ALL NIGHT
THAT DONT SEEM RIGHT
MY HEAD IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE
AND YOU IN STRAIGHT CHILL MODE
CALLING ME CRAZY AND TELLING ME QUICK TRIPPING
ALL WHILE YOU SIPPING AND MISSING IN ACTION
THIS THE TYPE OF STUFF SISTERS BE TALKING ABOUT.
Copyright © Rena Turner | Year Posted 2015
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Rena Turner Poem
The shadows are the doors to hell the light is the staircase to heaven. In this relm on Earth is a battlefield. The war of being good and going bad, innocence lives being shed men, women and children. The body is a temple and the light and shadows can use it as a missle. Dont know who to trust but the God in man. So much trickery in this world so much drama in my world. No man can be trusted the God in him. Jesus nailed on that cross and the holy Mary with Joseph their first son. Leader, head of my household and yes he holds the key to my soul, my mind, heart and body. Take me I believe in thee, i fear thee, I trust and believe I am with thee all the days of my life and my children's children's lives. We on high and my father is rich he sits on the highest peak and looks down low and beneath. You cant hide in the shadows. He knows all and sees all through the windows of his eyes, I see you, I feel you, I hear you come here. I am calling out your name from the highest mountain in the world. I am begging for your mercy and forgiveness, because without you there is no me. Without me there will be no them. The them that I raised natured and groom. The them that will build many nations because of you. It is your will and I will see it through. You blew life into my lifeless body. You came and conquered what those brag about in these streets. The folks on the four corners exalts your name. They praise you on high, they say your name two times and pour down to those that are not here. Ashes to ashes dust to dust the preacher speaks and at rest you lie your soul to keep. Your family mourns a good life you lived and in memory you should live on through those that weep
Copyright © Rena Turner | Year Posted 2015
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Rena Turner Poem
WALK IN THE DOOR TO A LOVELY SMELL.
THE SMELL OF PEACHES COOKING MAKES MY MOUTH WELL.
LIKE AN OVER FLOW OF CINNANOM SPRINKLING AND CRUST CRUNCHING
THAT MOUTH WATERING DELITE
PUT INTO A BOWL AND WITH A DOUBLE SCOOP OF THIS COLD ICED
BUT SOMETHING NICE, TO BRAIN FREEZE MY MIND
TO TEASE ME WITH THIS WONDERFUL PECAN DELITE OF ICE CREAM
IN MY HEART MAKES ME SCREAM
WITH JOY OF THIS SWEET PEACH COBBLER
BUT NO TURKEY GOBBLER
Copyright © Rena Turner | Year Posted 2015
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