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Self Doubt

I try to keep a swagger in my step,
i try to walk boldly, 
but how can I when my own self confidence
cannot hold me?

My self-esteem ain't that low,
but then again
it ain't that high.

And sometimes I don't know
who i am, where i'm going or
why i'm so confused.

Still I strive to hold my head up;
and tell myself never to give up
or give in

Because this is a fight for my life 
and i'm in it to win.
But i'm so unsure
when I step to the plate

Should I take my own chances,
make my own choices,
or leave it up to life and wait?

I don't want to choke and make dumb mistakes.
You can't turn back time in this movie;
There is no second take.

So I leave it up to GOD
and give HIM full control.
I choose to let HIM take all the meaningless pieces 
of my life
and make me whole.

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Just Checking

Didn't really want to talk
don't have much to say
We haven't talked in a while
a little longer wouldn't matter anyway
Don't keep me on the phone too long
you know I don't like commentation
Let's just say hi, say bye 
I didn't call to have a long conversation
Or to hear how your distant cousins are doing
How your day went
If you cashed your check
and how much money you spent
Just calling to see 
'cause I care enough;
show enough concern
to pick up the phone and say
"Just checking to see if you're breathing."

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Preordained

Let me be, Let me be me and Let me be at peace.
Since I am the epitome of what he intended for me to be.
Since my skin is a light ebony just like he planned for it to be.
Since my eyes shine like the night, like he already knew they might.
Because he knew all of this at the beginning of time- what would be created for me and what would be mine.
He knew the trials that I would conquer and  the things that I would excel in.
Because it was predestined.
And all of my destinations predesignated,
So far before I was created, that his power is incomprehensible.
And what I am now undeniable 
& Everything I am  to become
He already knows because he is the one
who held me in the palm of his hand.
It is God who, at his command 
made me what I am today.
So Let me be, Let me be me and Let me be at peace.

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I Wonder

I wonder if the snow that is falling
can feel the pace of my heart.

I wonder if the cruel wind that blows the cold air across my bare legs
can sense the fear in my mind.

Does the ground feel the frightened murmurs of the people,
as it does their feet, possibly walking to their doom?

Does the solider pointing the gun know my age,
or wonder my name?

And what will God do,
as he looks on?

The snow crunches under my feet,
and the people continue to walk in line, 
forced by the soldiers.

The birds call to each other in the distance;
and I wonder if they know how lucky they are to fly.

Does anyone know what will happen next?
Mama, Papa, or the soldiers?

Does the wind know my fate? The snow, the air,
the clouds or the birds, all still free
to live as they please?

I wonder if the snow crunching under my feet
can feel the fear that trembles through me.

I wonder.

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My Mother

There's a lady in my house,
who looks just like me,
talks just like me,
moves just like me.
 We swear we're not related;
you want to prove anything, go get a blood test.
She didn't give birth to me, fifteen years ago,
I don't belong to her; 
I need to stop following her.
 She acts as if this name I've given her is somehow alien and foreign to her.
So sometimes she simply goes by "lady".
 We often disagree,
but since she thinks like me, (sometimes)
and I might know why.
 She swears I showed up on her doorstep, 
in a basket, 
and never left.
Especially when I mess up,
act goofy
or make dumb mistakes,
she swears I'm not her child.
 But any guest, visitor or passerby who sees us,
knows right away,
undoubtedly,
that this lady, 
who lives in my house,
looks just like me,
moves just like me,
and talks just like me,
is none other
than my mother.

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Dream Love

Writing a long, lucid love poem
Can be like a sad, sad, country song
Singing about loves, lost or forbidden,
or loves that did not belong.

Well, my love comes on the radio
And sings love songs to me.
A thousand miles away in Atlanta,
He hails as the king of  "Crunk n B."

His lyrics are his love letters,
His interviews our dates.
Reading and collecting his magazine articles
Keeps me close to my soulmate.

I can pretend his words are for me only,
And think the radio is like the phone;
Act like the many posters on my walls
Are the pictures he sends me when he's away 
and I'm at home.

Everytime I go to the store
I swear his CDs speak to me
And consume all the money in my wallet
When they scream, "Buy me, buy me!"

A star struck, lovesick teenage girl
Is what my mother says this feeling means
For Usher is a multi-millionaire superstar
And our love is only in my dreams.

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For Nothing

I feel like I keep waiting for you to call, 
for nothing.
To say what I want to hear, to change what's been done.
I feel like I put work, risked inevitable hurt,
for nothing.
Knowing I deserve something.

Back to square one again, back to not knowing, to defeaning silence and no 
voice but my own to remind my two eyes not to stare at the phone.
If it was for this, for nothing and no time,
then WHY did you come and speak, 
then walk far out of my reach;
Make a fool of me for the third time, so now I say the fault is mine.
You really screwed it up this time,
for those you and those who come behind.

Because knowing me I draw conclusions, and number one is 
like and love are made from illusions.
That in the end we're all just  a "friend", and left with a still phone,
or just me, with just my  thoughts to comfort me on my own.

See, I thought you might bring that something that meant something,
since I  had nothing.

It seems all this talking we did, while all these feelings you somehow hid,
have all amounted to nothing, for nothing and no time.
But now, I vow this will by the last of you for me, and you'll recede back into the 
least of my thoughts, back to the state of our worth,
into nothing, for nothing.