Saturday, January 13, 2007

Stepping on the woman..(Poetry Korner)

Stepping on the woman
People think that the woman inside is hiding
That she only exist within them
They see what they want and ignore the rest
Strength is what is needed when dealing with a woman like me
I don’t play games and everything is not a sexual fantasy
I need a man in my life that doesn’t just say ‘hey man she will make a good wife’
Cuz been there and done that fuck that!
I wont go back
I am better that that, better than you and once this is over you can join the rest of the crew.
I have dreams and goals and just to let you know
I have a heart of gold but it does get cold when I am in a place I don’t need to be
Understanding goes a long way too bad not a lot of people can understand me.
Stepping on the woman is not goin well
You can not step on me without treading through hell
For I am human and I know what I like, Im running empty on men maybe I should date a dike. Hahahha laughter is good and this poem is better
I needed to get this out, your lucky its not a letter. It would long and over drawn but the same would be said
Don’t fucking steppin on me cuz when I hurt your feelings you’ll wish you were dead!
Don’t like the way I dance I never wanted to go out. Don’t like to get pissed or to scream or shout. Just wanted to see what you were all about. I am glad I know and believe your true soul shows.
Strength is what I need for I have dreams and goals. Don’t want someone that will hang on my folds. I don’t need a boy in my life someone I have to scold. Accept me for who I am, for who I will always be. And if you don’t like that then you don’t like me.
I am a woman, strong, black and not ghetto. I like sneakers and jeans not them stupid stilettos! I am a woman with a heart, but don’t piss me off cuz I can dismiss you like a stank ass fart!

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Cry of the Empath (Poetry Korner)

lonely and ashamed
playing the same ole game
feeling the pressure of being unwanted
visions in my brain and always being haunted
fleeting feelings of happiness
growing out of feathery earthen nests of
dreary sadness sinking upon me
can not swim no longer have the will
heart that beats the sounds of defeat but my eyes still seek a vision that is unclear
year after year of giving of myself
is it worth it but I have no one else
plodding thru this life of mine
wondering when it is going to be my time
will it come or will I still have this feeling of being unwanted
constantly haunted by the demons in my head
visions of Christmas angels that I know are dead
happiness is something out of reach
since I can not feel it maybe I am just to teach
That shit is unfair for I have feelings too
Where is my hero? My rock? What am I to do?
Standing tall for everyone else but me
falling apart so endlessly
Strength is my weakness sensitivity my crutch
maybe I care alittle too much
I take pain from others who can not bear it. They give it over to me so willingly. But it is killing me,why cant they see.
I hate feeling this way the pain in my heart never truly goes away
music in my ears drowning out my eternal fears
wanted to be left alone but not really
Deserted by my family and even friends
but I am to smile until the end
shouting inside for my soul is torn
a light of happiness can be reborn
but the empath feels the weight of the world
A world not of my choosing a world full of pain
The cry of the empath
is the cry of the insane.

Pieces..(Poetry Korner)

Pieces of me losing in you
I feel like the bottom of a homeless man’s shoe.
What will I do? Where will I go? Shit, I don’t know..
This weather blows cold and the days blend together.
Pieces blow through and but really fitting forever.
Pieces are misshapen to sharp or too blunt. Never trying finding the right fitting ones.
Scuffed, marked up pieces of me. Bleeding, crying begging to be free.
Can do I go through this alone?
Without the pieces that I needed to own?
For me to be completed for me to whole
To close this gaping wound in my soul
Pieces of you fit sometimes but not always is the reason for this rhyme.
Lost is translation without any explanation
Of where I can find those missing pieces of mine.