I like when someone is honest with you and tells you the truth
But I dislike it when someone makes a choice for you because they think they are not good enough for you, or they think they cannot change
I like knowing I can tell you anything and you will just sit there and listen
I dislike knowing that we don't hang as much, you don't call, and it makes me feel like maybe we arent as good friends as I thought
I like having people to hang with chat with, and just chill with, knowing it will be just a friendship
But I dislike having to do all the work, and in the end, feeling like I am the only one putting in the effort to care, I am wondering now, do you care at all?
I like having people to share and discuss important things with because I care about topics and find it hard to keep it to my self most of the time
I dislike having friends who just want to be your friend because you come from a good family, yet they just use you for the wrong reasons, been there, done that
I like meeting new people, hearing new thoughts, discussing views and understanding why people think that way that they think
I dislike being mislead, and not being told the whole truth because you are afraid to hurt me, I can handle myself
I like knowing people trust me because I work hard, and know that I am loyal to my friends
I dislike being ignored
I like being around people, who doesn't?
Signed:
TheFabChick
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
SadSong
It's another sad song
Another sad tale
Another child following the beat of another heart
All because she doesn't fit in, she hasn't found her story yet
It's another song
Another sad song
She's isn't like the others, her story, it doesn't stand out
You see, she's tried to fit in
But the girls just laugh
It's not the first time we've heard this story
The pressure to fit in, to be yourself and still be liked
We all wanted to be with the cool group
I know I did, but I learned they weren't worth it
Not everyone is so fortunate, not everyone comes from home with two parents that say I love you
We would risk our lunch money, we'd risk our health
We'd risk our personality to be just like her
Just like them
The pressures to fit in, spread like a disease
One that is next to impossible to end
It starts in the home
When the parent decides to stop parenting
Or doesn't ask her child
Why are you dressed like that?
Daughter says, "All the girls at school do it, its the new thing"
Mother tries to explain that it won't do anything but harm her beliefs and values
It's another sad songShe tries to fit in
But none of what she is doing seems to be working
So she tries something else
She meets him
Girls talk about girls who know lots of guys
But she is unaware that this is not always a good thing
She starts chatting him up
But he's not interested
"I don't play like that" he says
"Your a guy" she points out
And with that, he gets up and walks out
Leaving the sad song on the table
Nobody to pick it up
Nobody to read it and correct the mistakes
She just sits there
She can feel the stares, hear the whispers
Sad song only whispered because nobody dares to sing her song out loud
Sad song, sad song
She tried but sad songs are out of style
Either you know who you are, and can handle your beat
Or you will get picked up and thrown out
Because nobody likes a copy
Stick to being you
Trust me, I know how it feels to be a sad song, but now I have my own song
And I have no problem singing it loud, because I learned to be me
Signed:
TheFabChick
Another sad tale
Another child following the beat of another heart
All because she doesn't fit in, she hasn't found her story yet
It's another song
Another sad song
She's isn't like the others, her story, it doesn't stand out
You see, she's tried to fit in
But the girls just laugh
It's not the first time we've heard this story
The pressure to fit in, to be yourself and still be liked
We all wanted to be with the cool group
I know I did, but I learned they weren't worth it
Not everyone is so fortunate, not everyone comes from home with two parents that say I love you
We would risk our lunch money, we'd risk our health
We'd risk our personality to be just like her
Just like them
The pressures to fit in, spread like a disease
One that is next to impossible to end
It starts in the home
When the parent decides to stop parenting
Or doesn't ask her child
Why are you dressed like that?
Daughter says, "All the girls at school do it, its the new thing"
Mother tries to explain that it won't do anything but harm her beliefs and values
It's another sad songShe tries to fit in
But none of what she is doing seems to be working
So she tries something else
She meets him
Girls talk about girls who know lots of guys
But she is unaware that this is not always a good thing
She starts chatting him up
But he's not interested
"I don't play like that" he says
"Your a guy" she points out
And with that, he gets up and walks out
Leaving the sad song on the table
Nobody to pick it up
Nobody to read it and correct the mistakes
She just sits there
She can feel the stares, hear the whispers
Sad song only whispered because nobody dares to sing her song out loud
Sad song, sad song
She tried but sad songs are out of style
Either you know who you are, and can handle your beat
Or you will get picked up and thrown out
Because nobody likes a copy
Stick to being you
Trust me, I know how it feels to be a sad song, but now I have my own song
And I have no problem singing it loud, because I learned to be me
Signed:
TheFabChick
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Be
Never settle for less
Fight for the best
We already know to meet a man who isn't penniless
I'm not saying be a golddigger
But just don't pick the wrong nigga
Make sure he loves you right
And fights with all his might
Sorry my rhymes seem repetitive
But it just seems like with girls, everything gets competitive
We want the same type, standards low
Doing the walk of shame opening that guys door
Don't you know?
You deserve better than what he'll give
Just remind yourself that you have one life to live
Don't choose the wrong guy
He won't love you till the end
Instead he'll just treat you like garbage
Instead be the woman who starts a new trend
Find a guy who will stand by your side
Make sure he is along for the ride
I know it is hard, but having faith keeps us strong
I know temptation is out there, but keep yourself from doing wrong
It's easy to get swayed, to lose track and disobey
But keep your heart, don't let it be shread apart
Remind him you deserve more
That you are not some cheap whore
It's not always about sex, trust, and commitment too
You have to learn the value of a real woman, that is included in the package too
She'll call you out when you make a mistake
Be willing to learn, and not show hate
Let her love you good, without it always being in bed
The one thing a woman needs is to be emotionally fed
Yeah be the one to hold her close at night
Because even though she is a grown woman
She still fears for her might
Be her man, be her friend
Prove to her for the rest of her life, that you'll be there till the end
Signed:
TheFabChick
Fight for the best
We already know to meet a man who isn't penniless
I'm not saying be a golddigger
But just don't pick the wrong nigga
Make sure he loves you right
And fights with all his might
Sorry my rhymes seem repetitive
But it just seems like with girls, everything gets competitive
We want the same type, standards low
Doing the walk of shame opening that guys door
Don't you know?
You deserve better than what he'll give
Just remind yourself that you have one life to live
Don't choose the wrong guy
He won't love you till the end
Instead he'll just treat you like garbage
Instead be the woman who starts a new trend
Find a guy who will stand by your side
Make sure he is along for the ride
I know it is hard, but having faith keeps us strong
I know temptation is out there, but keep yourself from doing wrong
It's easy to get swayed, to lose track and disobey
But keep your heart, don't let it be shread apart
Remind him you deserve more
That you are not some cheap whore
It's not always about sex, trust, and commitment too
You have to learn the value of a real woman, that is included in the package too
She'll call you out when you make a mistake
Be willing to learn, and not show hate
Let her love you good, without it always being in bed
The one thing a woman needs is to be emotionally fed
Yeah be the one to hold her close at night
Because even though she is a grown woman
She still fears for her might
Be her man, be her friend
Prove to her for the rest of her life, that you'll be there till the end
Signed:
TheFabChick
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Being Awkward
Being awkward can make you a target for bullying.
Being different, than, was a crime, but being different now, gets us a week, a month, sometimes there is even a parade
I grew up accepting the fact that I am different
I learn differently, I speak differently, I laugh different
And I dress different
Back than I did not care, and today, I don't care how different I dress
I was bullied because I was different
And even though it never hurt me as bad as it has hurt others
I already had low self-esteem as a child, being set apart from my friends did not make it easier
Being slow in class, walking funny, and going to the resource room with everyone burning holes in your back watching the loser go to the room where the special kids got their work done
I was picked on because I was short, shy, and never spoke back
I was always the girl who either sat by herself
I was the girl in the corner
But now I am the girl backing you in the corner
For making me feel less than, and unequal too
I made not have been great at math, but I know what it means to be a remainder
I became important when I put the pen to paper
I may have been awkward, but that is just who I am
I might make jokes that are not funny, I may confuse you in a conversation
I may stay silent because I feel like I cannot contribute
So if that is the reason why you made fun of me
Because I was different
Because I came from a different town, ate strange foods, spoke in a language unfamiliar to you
And came from a country that is in a much better place than ours is
Than you are more messed up than I thought.
I respected you because that is what my parents taught me
I tolerated you because that is what I had to do when you laughed at me as I walked down the hall
Responding to your ignorant ways would only boost your confidence
I am proud to be an awkward person because it sets me apart from people like you
And I refuse to let my self be taunted by people who are still ashamed to walk the streets proud
I am proud, and I will not step down, I will step up
Signed:
TheFabChick
Being different, than, was a crime, but being different now, gets us a week, a month, sometimes there is even a parade
I grew up accepting the fact that I am different
I learn differently, I speak differently, I laugh different
And I dress different
Back than I did not care, and today, I don't care how different I dress
I was bullied because I was different
And even though it never hurt me as bad as it has hurt others
I already had low self-esteem as a child, being set apart from my friends did not make it easier
Being slow in class, walking funny, and going to the resource room with everyone burning holes in your back watching the loser go to the room where the special kids got their work done
I was picked on because I was short, shy, and never spoke back
I was always the girl who either sat by herself
I was the girl in the corner
But now I am the girl backing you in the corner
For making me feel less than, and unequal too
I made not have been great at math, but I know what it means to be a remainder
I became important when I put the pen to paper
I may have been awkward, but that is just who I am
I might make jokes that are not funny, I may confuse you in a conversation
I may stay silent because I feel like I cannot contribute
So if that is the reason why you made fun of me
Because I was different
Because I came from a different town, ate strange foods, spoke in a language unfamiliar to you
And came from a country that is in a much better place than ours is
Than you are more messed up than I thought.
I respected you because that is what my parents taught me
I tolerated you because that is what I had to do when you laughed at me as I walked down the hall
Responding to your ignorant ways would only boost your confidence
I am proud to be an awkward person because it sets me apart from people like you
And I refuse to let my self be taunted by people who are still ashamed to walk the streets proud
I am proud, and I will not step down, I will step up
Signed:
TheFabChick
Sunday, November 13, 2011
ThreeReasons
I do not care if you give up on me
But do not give up on your kids
You see, they look up to you
Your daughter needs you when her heart gets broken
And your son needs you when he's got "big boy stuff" to handle
She needs you when I am not around to protect her
It is also your job to prove to her that she means the world to you
So she knows when she gets older, to never let a man treat her bad
And you have to show her that you'd move mountains for her
So she knows to keep her morals and standards high
He, your son, will need you to teach him how to put together his first bike
And than he'll want you to watch him ride behind him
Or to help him with his science project so he can get an A
Can't you see that smile on her face?
And when she kicks her first ball
The joy of it going into the net, you capturing her first goal
Wouldn't that make you want to cry instead of sigh?
I know kids are a lot of work, but they deserve your love and attention too
Life gets hard when you add more to the plate, but the smiles, memories, and laughter make up for it
When, at the end of the day you can say, "That's my boy" or "thats my girl"
When they come running to you barely letting you walk in the door
You may want to crawl in bed and sleep
But seeing their smiles and hearing them say "daddy I missed you"
Wouldn't you be overjoyed knowing you created two of the most amazing and beautiful kids?
So my question is...
Why would you leave all of that?
Even if you never had what you are providing for your kids now
Why would you give it up for booze and women you cannot even remember their names?
She may make you smile now, but the feeling she gives you is only short term
The feeling your child can provide for you is everlasting
But there are nights he won't see that unless you tuck him in
Do not make her do all the work
She carried them for nine months, her body changed, mood up and down
Her hormones a mess, and her weight made her insecure
That is where you come in, don't make her feel less than
Make her feel like a queen
Remind her why you picked her
Because she is smart, successful, and can give you unconditional love more than once, she can give it to you three times
1. When she treats you right, you smile, laugh, and hug her so tight she knows she is your forever
2. When you see your little girl in her first dress, or tuck in her in at night, knowing she is safe and healthy
3. Your son, your pride and joy
He works hard to make you a proud father, so why should he wake up one day and find you gone?
Do not make him another statistic, instead, prove to him that he can beat the odds
Help him beat the odds
Do not let her fall through the cracks
Tell her you love her, and let her know she deserves the world
After all,
History should not repeat itself, we already know and have seen the damage done when fathers go missing
Please be the one to make the change, and not wish for change
Because we all know wishes do not always come true
So please, do not give up, but fight
Some battles are worth fighting and winning, and this is one battle you should fight to win
Signed:
GyftedArtyst
But do not give up on your kids
You see, they look up to you
Your daughter needs you when her heart gets broken
And your son needs you when he's got "big boy stuff" to handle
She needs you when I am not around to protect her
It is also your job to prove to her that she means the world to you
So she knows when she gets older, to never let a man treat her bad
And you have to show her that you'd move mountains for her
So she knows to keep her morals and standards high
He, your son, will need you to teach him how to put together his first bike
And than he'll want you to watch him ride behind him
Or to help him with his science project so he can get an A
Can't you see that smile on her face?
And when she kicks her first ball
The joy of it going into the net, you capturing her first goal
Wouldn't that make you want to cry instead of sigh?
I know kids are a lot of work, but they deserve your love and attention too
Life gets hard when you add more to the plate, but the smiles, memories, and laughter make up for it
When, at the end of the day you can say, "That's my boy" or "thats my girl"
When they come running to you barely letting you walk in the door
You may want to crawl in bed and sleep
But seeing their smiles and hearing them say "daddy I missed you"
Wouldn't you be overjoyed knowing you created two of the most amazing and beautiful kids?
So my question is...
Why would you leave all of that?
Even if you never had what you are providing for your kids now
Why would you give it up for booze and women you cannot even remember their names?
She may make you smile now, but the feeling she gives you is only short term
The feeling your child can provide for you is everlasting
But there are nights he won't see that unless you tuck him in
Do not make her do all the work
She carried them for nine months, her body changed, mood up and down
Her hormones a mess, and her weight made her insecure
That is where you come in, don't make her feel less than
Make her feel like a queen
Remind her why you picked her
Because she is smart, successful, and can give you unconditional love more than once, she can give it to you three times
1. When she treats you right, you smile, laugh, and hug her so tight she knows she is your forever
2. When you see your little girl in her first dress, or tuck in her in at night, knowing she is safe and healthy
3. Your son, your pride and joy
He works hard to make you a proud father, so why should he wake up one day and find you gone?
Do not make him another statistic, instead, prove to him that he can beat the odds
Help him beat the odds
Do not let her fall through the cracks
Tell her you love her, and let her know she deserves the world
After all,
History should not repeat itself, we already know and have seen the damage done when fathers go missing
Please be the one to make the change, and not wish for change
Because we all know wishes do not always come true
So please, do not give up, but fight
Some battles are worth fighting and winning, and this is one battle you should fight to win
Signed:
GyftedArtyst
Monday, November 7, 2011
Do Not Hate The Player, Hate The Game!
I know I look good
You had to do a double take, triple take
Tell your girlfriend not to hate
Just to up her game
It ain't my fault she's used to looking lame
Be a man, take her out, make her feel like a woman
Caress her, don't stress her, make the best of her
Let her trust you, believe what you say is true
You know I look good
You had to stop in your tracks
Take a step back
Make sure she isn't watching you
I am not looking for a fight
Just to make that light
Buddy, your girl is that way
Do not let me turn you away
From the beautiful woman
The one who tolerates what you do to her
Please, I beg, go back to her
She does not deserve to get hurt
Sweetie, I may look good, I may look fine
Do not let my looks be the reason your man leaves your behind
Signed:
TheFabChick
You had to do a double take, triple take
Tell your girlfriend not to hate
Just to up her game
It ain't my fault she's used to looking lame
Be a man, take her out, make her feel like a woman
Caress her, don't stress her, make the best of her
Let her trust you, believe what you say is true
You know I look good
You had to stop in your tracks
Take a step back
Make sure she isn't watching you
I am not looking for a fight
Just to make that light
Buddy, your girl is that way
Do not let me turn you away
From the beautiful woman
The one who tolerates what you do to her
Please, I beg, go back to her
She does not deserve to get hurt
Sweetie, I may look good, I may look fine
Do not let my looks be the reason your man leaves your behind
Signed:
TheFabChick
You Inspired Me
You inspired me to stand on this stage
You convinced me to use my words to speak to people
You told me, month after month, that I should get up on stage yet I was terrified
"My work has not been edited yet, some day"
It took six months to get me on the stage at Gingers Tavern but I finally made it Christmas of 07
I was shaking so much that I nearly dropped my sweater in the paint
I was nervous sharing a poem that I had written
I chose a love poem to share with strangers even though I was not in love at the time
See, I was first introduced to poetry by a friend
This friend has never heard this story
But that is fine because it will make it easier for me to tell...
My first time was beautiful
The people surrounded me with love and support
I have never been one to believe in herself
I never saw what most saw which is an incredibly beautiful woman with so much heart, passion, and drive to be better
Because of you, I stand here with pride and respect knowing I am doing what I love
Not caring whether you like what I write because it is not about you anymore
I do not write to please you
I write to send a message
And if this message is for you
If there are days when you feel so low that nothing can make you smile
Never forget that someone out there is willing to make you laugh
You see,
You inspired me to never give up
To keep going, to keep fighting
And for that
I say thank you
For that, I say, bless you
For that, I say, never stop being you, because you has given me the chance to be me
Signed:
TheFabChick
You convinced me to use my words to speak to people
You told me, month after month, that I should get up on stage yet I was terrified
"My work has not been edited yet, some day"
It took six months to get me on the stage at Gingers Tavern but I finally made it Christmas of 07
I was shaking so much that I nearly dropped my sweater in the paint
I was nervous sharing a poem that I had written
I chose a love poem to share with strangers even though I was not in love at the time
See, I was first introduced to poetry by a friend
This friend has never heard this story
But that is fine because it will make it easier for me to tell...
My first time was beautiful
The people surrounded me with love and support
I have never been one to believe in herself
I never saw what most saw which is an incredibly beautiful woman with so much heart, passion, and drive to be better
Because of you, I stand here with pride and respect knowing I am doing what I love
Not caring whether you like what I write because it is not about you anymore
I do not write to please you
I write to send a message
And if this message is for you
If there are days when you feel so low that nothing can make you smile
Never forget that someone out there is willing to make you laugh
You see,
You inspired me to never give up
To keep going, to keep fighting
And for that
I say thank you
For that, I say, bless you
For that, I say, never stop being you, because you has given me the chance to be me
Signed:
TheFabChick
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Never Easy
It's getting harder and harder to let you go
I wish that I could just erase you from my mind
But clearly, that is not going to happen
I would love to move on
Yet maybe the reason I cannot
Is because I never fully opened up about how I feel
Who likes to talk about feelings?
Who loves to admit they fell for the personality, but not the person
I fell for your smile, and a few other nice things about you
But you, as a person, did not deserve me
And I wish I had been smart enough to see that in the start
But guys like to charm
But I got older charm stopped being enough, I need more than the smile and lines
I need a shoulder to cry on, a hug to keep me warm
I need arms to protect me from harm
And a mind that will challenge me positively
And a mouth that will only fill my world with positive words
It has not been easy letting you go, yet it has been over a year since I last saw you
How does a person move on? How do I let you go?
Life is too short to end up never having the best
Don't I deserve the best?
My father thinks so, but you haven't gotten to that conclusion yet, so I am saying goodbye
One and for all
Signed:
The Silent Poet
I wish that I could just erase you from my mind
But clearly, that is not going to happen
I would love to move on
Yet maybe the reason I cannot
Is because I never fully opened up about how I feel
Who likes to talk about feelings?
Who loves to admit they fell for the personality, but not the person
I fell for your smile, and a few other nice things about you
But you, as a person, did not deserve me
And I wish I had been smart enough to see that in the start
But guys like to charm
But I got older charm stopped being enough, I need more than the smile and lines
I need a shoulder to cry on, a hug to keep me warm
I need arms to protect me from harm
And a mind that will challenge me positively
And a mouth that will only fill my world with positive words
It has not been easy letting you go, yet it has been over a year since I last saw you
How does a person move on? How do I let you go?
Life is too short to end up never having the best
Don't I deserve the best?
My father thinks so, but you haven't gotten to that conclusion yet, so I am saying goodbye
One and for all
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Monday, October 24, 2011
How Do U Think I Feel?
It makes me sick when you blow smoke in my face
I sputter to utter the words, "please, blow the other way"
Yet I am suffocated by the fact that my lungs are being polluted by the disgust of your bad habits
Why should I have to suffer
If you learned that your habit can kill not just yourself, but others around you
I am sure you would do it less, or go farther away
If you knew that your habit caused cancer
Oh wait...You know, yet you still blow away, in other people's faces
I know it's not on purpose
But when you walk past me, and I just happen to get that last flow of smoke
I gag, and wonder, "did she see me"
I will just pretend you did not see me and keep going
For I now you do not mean to harm me
But you do know that you are harming yourself
And when you release the smoke that you inhale around me
My lungs are filled with the nasty air that you have become addicted to
This does not mean I do not love you or wish you well
But it means I wish you knew how hard it is to breathe sometimes
When you are busy taking my breathe away
It should be romantic, but that is not what this seems to be
So the next time you light up, and see me walking
Just please remember that you are not the only one who occupies the sidewalk.
Signed:
The Silent Poet
I sputter to utter the words, "please, blow the other way"
Yet I am suffocated by the fact that my lungs are being polluted by the disgust of your bad habits
Why should I have to suffer
If you learned that your habit can kill not just yourself, but others around you
I am sure you would do it less, or go farther away
If you knew that your habit caused cancer
Oh wait...You know, yet you still blow away, in other people's faces
I know it's not on purpose
But when you walk past me, and I just happen to get that last flow of smoke
I gag, and wonder, "did she see me"
I will just pretend you did not see me and keep going
For I now you do not mean to harm me
But you do know that you are harming yourself
And when you release the smoke that you inhale around me
My lungs are filled with the nasty air that you have become addicted to
This does not mean I do not love you or wish you well
But it means I wish you knew how hard it is to breathe sometimes
When you are busy taking my breathe away
It should be romantic, but that is not what this seems to be
So the next time you light up, and see me walking
Just please remember that you are not the only one who occupies the sidewalk.
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Phil 4:13
They tried to break her
They beat her, slapped her, poked her, stabbed her with insults
But she kept getting back up
It was as if she was asking for more
They pushed her down
burned her with cigarettes, and threw trash in her face
Kicked her around
She could not understand why she deserved such torture
She could not understand why people were so cruel
They had taken her wallet, stolen her money, her cards, her identity
And by the time they were done
She was not recognizable
Yet somehow, despite the pain she felt in her legs, her arms, and her back
Despite the pain in her face, her body aching and trembling
Shaking with fear, and shaking with the thought, can I handle another swing Lord?
She found a way to rise again
It scared her enemies, they thought she was done
They thought they could tear apart the weak
But because she knew God was watching over her
She knew he would protect her regardless of how torn apart she was
She slowly got up, one step at a time
Baby steps, because when you have been beaten so bad, hurt so bad, and you think your time has come
God pulls you up because he knows that you trust him
She got up, stood to her feet, and spoke gently to her enemies
"He never fails"
Signed:
The Silent Poet
They beat her, slapped her, poked her, stabbed her with insults
But she kept getting back up
It was as if she was asking for more
They pushed her down
burned her with cigarettes, and threw trash in her face
Kicked her around
She could not understand why she deserved such torture
She could not understand why people were so cruel
They had taken her wallet, stolen her money, her cards, her identity
And by the time they were done
She was not recognizable
Yet somehow, despite the pain she felt in her legs, her arms, and her back
Despite the pain in her face, her body aching and trembling
Shaking with fear, and shaking with the thought, can I handle another swing Lord?
She found a way to rise again
It scared her enemies, they thought she was done
They thought they could tear apart the weak
But because she knew God was watching over her
She knew he would protect her regardless of how torn apart she was
She slowly got up, one step at a time
Baby steps, because when you have been beaten so bad, hurt so bad, and you think your time has come
God pulls you up because he knows that you trust him
She got up, stood to her feet, and spoke gently to her enemies
"He never fails"
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Saturday, October 8, 2011
TheOtherWoman
She became the woman she feared
It happened so fast she didn't have time to stop, breathe, and analyze what to do next
Where to go next
How to feel, how to process
All she could think about was
How did she get here?
She remembered leaving her house
She knew she would stop by a friends house
"Just for a little bit" She said to herself
She had other plans besides this trip to see a friend
She never thought she would become the woman she feared
She always had her head on straight
Made the right choices
She knew how to stand on her own two feet
Yet...She found herself knocking on his door
Hoping he would answe
"Do not make me stand out here like a fool ya boy" She muttered under her breathe
She peaked in the house to see if a light was on
"Am I stupid for coming here?' She looked to the sky for anwers
"God, please show me a sign that I am not becoming her, the woman I fear
With no answer from the door, she left to head home...
Praying to God that she had no done the wrong thing
It is becoming too easy to turn into the woman we promise ourselves we will not become
It is not for attention, or company
I just want to get to know him
See where things go
But that is where things get tricky
We do not always get what we ask for
And God knows how to teach us a lesson, even when we are not aware
So do yourself a favor, and pay attention to where the road takes you
For the one second you take your eyes off the road, is the second you wish you had kept your head up, And not down
Signed:
TheSilentPoet
It happened so fast she didn't have time to stop, breathe, and analyze what to do next
Where to go next
How to feel, how to process
All she could think about was
How did she get here?
She remembered leaving her house
She knew she would stop by a friends house
"Just for a little bit" She said to herself
She had other plans besides this trip to see a friend
She never thought she would become the woman she feared
She always had her head on straight
Made the right choices
She knew how to stand on her own two feet
Yet...She found herself knocking on his door
Hoping he would answe
"Do not make me stand out here like a fool ya boy" She muttered under her breathe
She peaked in the house to see if a light was on
"Am I stupid for coming here?' She looked to the sky for anwers
"God, please show me a sign that I am not becoming her, the woman I fear
With no answer from the door, she left to head home...
Praying to God that she had no done the wrong thing
It is becoming too easy to turn into the woman we promise ourselves we will not become
It is not for attention, or company
I just want to get to know him
See where things go
But that is where things get tricky
We do not always get what we ask for
And God knows how to teach us a lesson, even when we are not aware
So do yourself a favor, and pay attention to where the road takes you
For the one second you take your eyes off the road, is the second you wish you had kept your head up, And not down
Signed:
TheSilentPoet
Stop
Stop being gentle, kind...No!
Do you know how hard it is to keep away when you smell soo good?
In my mind, I know I have to tell you
But the words do not seem to know where to come out from
I'v been meaning to tell you for a few days now..
But I was so wrapped up in your smell, your charm
Forgetting where this will lead
"Let's just have fun" are words that will only create a path of destruction
Pleasem beautiful, strong woman, stay on your two feet
Do not let him knock you down
He knows how he makes a woman feel
We keep coming, does not matter where we are from
He can sense what he does, that is his ammunition
No, see, that is the problem
This fineness, your scent, how you speak...
As good as it feels, as nice as it sounds,
It has to end
As a woman, it is my job to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves
Fall for a man because of his swag
He may charm you with his words
Make you weak with his touch
Treat you nice
Until you give him what he wants
And than in the end
He does what he does best
Shows you to the door, and watches you leave
Knowing you will be back
No matter what you say, something pulls you back
But be the change, and tell him what's up
It isn't always about having fun
Signed:
TheSilentPoet
Do you know how hard it is to keep away when you smell soo good?
In my mind, I know I have to tell you
But the words do not seem to know where to come out from
I'v been meaning to tell you for a few days now..
But I was so wrapped up in your smell, your charm
Forgetting where this will lead
"Let's just have fun" are words that will only create a path of destruction
Pleasem beautiful, strong woman, stay on your two feet
Do not let him knock you down
He knows how he makes a woman feel
We keep coming, does not matter where we are from
He can sense what he does, that is his ammunition
No, see, that is the problem
This fineness, your scent, how you speak...
As good as it feels, as nice as it sounds,
It has to end
As a woman, it is my job to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves
Fall for a man because of his swag
He may charm you with his words
Make you weak with his touch
Treat you nice
Until you give him what he wants
And than in the end
He does what he does best
Shows you to the door, and watches you leave
Knowing you will be back
No matter what you say, something pulls you back
But be the change, and tell him what's up
It isn't always about having fun
Signed:
TheSilentPoet
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Think Before You Act
I was excited at the thought of spending time with you
But what I forgot to check at the door when I walked in
Were my motives, and my emotions
We both knew what might happen, you can call it denial
I know it was wrong
But it felt sooooooo damngood
How can someone make you feel so amazing
For the wrong reasons?
I claim fault in my actions
I knew, yet I proceeded
We had some good talk, but my choices made me see
That sometimes having fun
Can cost you more than you think
So I beg you to think before you act
Think before you speak
And make sure you know who is worth your time
Make sure he knows how lucky he is
And if not
Drop him because he's not
Signed:
The Silent Poet
But what I forgot to check at the door when I walked in
Were my motives, and my emotions
We both knew what might happen, you can call it denial
I know it was wrong
But it felt sooooooo damngood
How can someone make you feel so amazing
For the wrong reasons?
I claim fault in my actions
I knew, yet I proceeded
We had some good talk, but my choices made me see
That sometimes having fun
Can cost you more than you think
So I beg you to think before you act
Think before you speak
And make sure you know who is worth your time
Make sure he knows how lucky he is
And if not
Drop him because he's not
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Regret: Part 2
I never thought I would find my self here
Feeling like this
Wanting like this
Wanting you the way I did
Forgetting that my wants and needs are not the same thing
What I felt, was more of my body telling me one thing
While my mind told me something else
Think before you act
Do I not know any better?
But I do, yet
The rope pulls me one way, while you pull me another
I now wake up, understanding
That what I do, reflects on others
It is not just about me
It is bigger than us
Though being around you may make me smile, quiver, and sigh
The feeling will only last so long
So I must say,
Goodbye
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Feeling like this
Wanting like this
Wanting you the way I did
Forgetting that my wants and needs are not the same thing
What I felt, was more of my body telling me one thing
While my mind told me something else
Think before you act
Do I not know any better?
But I do, yet
The rope pulls me one way, while you pull me another
I now wake up, understanding
That what I do, reflects on others
It is not just about me
It is bigger than us
Though being around you may make me smile, quiver, and sigh
The feeling will only last so long
So I must say,
Goodbye
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Monday, October 3, 2011
UsedToWantToBeHer
I used to want to be like her
the tall, skinny white girl that every guy wanted
She was smart, everything and anything fit her
even if the color looked bad, she made it work
she was the popular girl
every girl wanted to be like her
and every guy wanted to have her
whether it was emotional or physical
it was her eyes, and how her hips moved
it was her lips, and how they moved when she spoke
Her legs, lean, long, and smooth
she had the perfect body
I used to want to be like her
But than I grew up, and realized just how great I really am
Signed:
The Silent Poet
the tall, skinny white girl that every guy wanted
She was smart, everything and anything fit her
even if the color looked bad, she made it work
she was the popular girl
every girl wanted to be like her
and every guy wanted to have her
whether it was emotional or physical
it was her eyes, and how her hips moved
it was her lips, and how they moved when she spoke
Her legs, lean, long, and smooth
she had the perfect body
I used to want to be like her
But than I grew up, and realized just how great I really am
Signed:
The Silent Poet
I Wish
Maybe I am the only one that thinks and feels this way
But it is how you see me that I am beginning to be concerned
I ask, I plead, do not see me as the Angry Black Woman for I am more than that
I deserve to be called a woman with passion not a woman filled with anger
I deserve to be called a woman of strength, not a woman with a sour mouth
I deserve to be considered for any job, regardless of my sense of style
I deserve to be given a chance no matter what I believe in
Women are angry because they are disrespected
Women are angry because they are no longer considered worthy
If you are a man, ask yourself, how did you get into this world
And how often do you tell your mother and sisters you love them?
Women make choices, but they have to be practical
Women use their brains because they have to be smart
If they use their hearts, chances are they fall apart
That is how they become angry
When we are mistreated, and there is no apology
I wish that people saw us differently
As more than just a booty call
Will you please, stop provoking us,
The beautiful black women called your sisters, mothers, and aunts
I wish you knew what it was like to be a woman
Because maybe then you would understand
I wish
I wish that my wish comes true
Signed:
The Silent Poet
But it is how you see me that I am beginning to be concerned
I ask, I plead, do not see me as the Angry Black Woman for I am more than that
I deserve to be called a woman with passion not a woman filled with anger
I deserve to be called a woman of strength, not a woman with a sour mouth
I deserve to be considered for any job, regardless of my sense of style
I deserve to be given a chance no matter what I believe in
Women are angry because they are disrespected
Women are angry because they are no longer considered worthy
If you are a man, ask yourself, how did you get into this world
And how often do you tell your mother and sisters you love them?
Women make choices, but they have to be practical
Women use their brains because they have to be smart
If they use their hearts, chances are they fall apart
That is how they become angry
When we are mistreated, and there is no apology
I wish that people saw us differently
As more than just a booty call
Will you please, stop provoking us,
The beautiful black women called your sisters, mothers, and aunts
I wish you knew what it was like to be a woman
Because maybe then you would understand
I wish
I wish that my wish comes true
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Fighting the Battle
Some days it is easier to give up
Some days it is hard to keep going
Most day's giving up is much easier, because it means less work
I wish the battle was not this hard
But life does not always go as we plan
There are hiccups, obstacles, hills to high to climb
But with the right support, and enough encouragement
We will make it through
I hope one day, you never give up on yourself
Everyone struggles, but what we need to do is support each other instead of hurt each other
When one is hurting, hold them up instead of pushing them down
Love and trust go a long way
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Some days it is hard to keep going
Most day's giving up is much easier, because it means less work
I wish the battle was not this hard
But life does not always go as we plan
There are hiccups, obstacles, hills to high to climb
But with the right support, and enough encouragement
We will make it through
I hope one day, you never give up on yourself
Everyone struggles, but what we need to do is support each other instead of hurt each other
When one is hurting, hold them up instead of pushing them down
Love and trust go a long way
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Sunday, October 2, 2011
I Thought, I Think, I Hope
I thought I was a good person
I think I believe in love
I hope God has not given up on me
I thought I knew who I was
I think God hears me
I hope God hears me
I thought I knew what love was
I think love is real
I hope love comes for me
I though I was alone
I think you know how I feel
I hope you can help me
I thought, I knew it all
I think I can make it
I hope I make it through
I thought, my life would be different
I think I have figured it out
I hope God stay with me through it all
I thought knew how to get there
I think it is time to give in
I hope it is not too late
I thought, "where is He?"
I think he heard my call
I hope he responds
Signed:
The Silent Poet
I think I believe in love
I hope God has not given up on me
I thought I knew who I was
I think God hears me
I hope God hears me
I thought I knew what love was
I think love is real
I hope love comes for me
I though I was alone
I think you know how I feel
I hope you can help me
I thought, I knew it all
I think I can make it
I hope I make it through
I thought, my life would be different
I think I have figured it out
I hope God stay with me through it all
I thought knew how to get there
I think it is time to give in
I hope it is not too late
I thought, "where is He?"
I think he heard my call
I hope he responds
Signed:
The Silent Poet
Sundays
So it's a rainy Sunday morning
My mood is glum and sleepy
I know I have a job to do
Let's make it work, do not get greedy
Go to church, read your bible, make sure you thank him too
Share your thoughts, share your feelings
And remember he does love you too
Happy Sunday Ya'll!!
My mood is glum and sleepy
I know I have a job to do
Let's make it work, do not get greedy
Go to church, read your bible, make sure you thank him too
Share your thoughts, share your feelings
And remember he does love you too
Happy Sunday Ya'll!!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Regret: Part 1
Have you ever wished for something?
It happened, and than you regretted your decision?
It happened to me
Do you kiss and tell?
I kissed, and that was it
I told, but the wrong person
I wish I had asked the question girls are supposed to ask
"What next?"
But that would either scare him off
Or make me see just how foolish I was to have done what I did
I so wish I could reverse a few steps
Not the kiss, that was nice
I wish I had been stronger and asked, "is this just a casual thing, or you want more?
Not my body more, but to get to know me
To enjoy my company
I just need to know
Should I regret last night?
I don't want to
I really do not want to
I enjoyed the company, the time spent getting to know him
We both knew what would happen with me going over
It was bound to happen
I am not like other girls, but I do have a right to ask
Just be man enough to answer, and be honest
Am I just a fling, or do you have other plans?
Signed;
The Silent Poet
It happened, and than you regretted your decision?
It happened to me
Do you kiss and tell?
I kissed, and that was it
I told, but the wrong person
I wish I had asked the question girls are supposed to ask
"What next?"
But that would either scare him off
Or make me see just how foolish I was to have done what I did
I so wish I could reverse a few steps
Not the kiss, that was nice
I wish I had been stronger and asked, "is this just a casual thing, or you want more?
Not my body more, but to get to know me
To enjoy my company
I just need to know
Should I regret last night?
I don't want to
I really do not want to
I enjoyed the company, the time spent getting to know him
We both knew what would happen with me going over
It was bound to happen
I am not like other girls, but I do have a right to ask
Just be man enough to answer, and be honest
Am I just a fling, or do you have other plans?
Signed;
The Silent Poet
Bored
Do you write when your bored?
Have you ever written something so ridiculous you actually thought you were dropped on your head?
You just feel like writing down nonsense because it makes you feel you are doing something important?
It's funny, I write more on stuff that actually happened than on stuff that is fantasy
It doesn't mean I don't have an imagination
It just means right now I'd rather be useful, than useless
Signed:
TheSilentPoet
Have you ever written something so ridiculous you actually thought you were dropped on your head?
You just feel like writing down nonsense because it makes you feel you are doing something important?
It's funny, I write more on stuff that actually happened than on stuff that is fantasy
It doesn't mean I don't have an imagination
It just means right now I'd rather be useful, than useless
Signed:
TheSilentPoet
Choices
I make a choice to look at you
Hoping you sense my vibes and look at me
You make a choice to smile at me
After you get the hint that I am into you
I make a choice to walk to you, not knowing if you will walk away
But hoping you will stay, please don't leave
I never beg, but this time it's different
This time, I'm different
I hope you see that
Hoping you sense my vibes and look at me
You make a choice to smile at me
After you get the hint that I am into you
I make a choice to walk to you, not knowing if you will walk away
But hoping you will stay, please don't leave
I never beg, but this time it's different
This time, I'm different
I hope you see that
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If I admitted that I was in love with you
Would that make me a fool?
The thing is, I actually liked you,
But now I wish that things had turned out differently.
We kept getting to know each other
I started to fall for you
And I asked you how you felt, but some how, things were not adding up
Every conversation was about you, and what you wanted me to do
I told you what I looked for, but you had other plans
You did not seem very open minded about a lot of things
You know what I mean,
Me not having guys friends because of your past issues
Do not make me suffer for mistakes your ex's made
You don't want to go that far with me
I'd make you suffer, yes I would, because I deserve to be treated right
Yet you did not seem to get the hint
It's been a year
You often cross my mind, and I wonder what if
But I am glad that the what if never happened
I would have been foolish to let you get what you want
Being foolish meant losing my soul
And only one person deserves my heart, but it isn't you
Would that make me a fool?
The thing is, I actually liked you,
But now I wish that things had turned out differently.
We kept getting to know each other
I started to fall for you
And I asked you how you felt, but some how, things were not adding up
Every conversation was about you, and what you wanted me to do
I told you what I looked for, but you had other plans
You did not seem very open minded about a lot of things
You know what I mean,
Me not having guys friends because of your past issues
Do not make me suffer for mistakes your ex's made
You don't want to go that far with me
I'd make you suffer, yes I would, because I deserve to be treated right
Yet you did not seem to get the hint
It's been a year
You often cross my mind, and I wonder what if
But I am glad that the what if never happened
I would have been foolish to let you get what you want
Being foolish meant losing my soul
And only one person deserves my heart, but it isn't you
Currently Untitled
Boy why you gotta be so fine
I wish one day I could make you mine
How you smile, how you grin
How you walk, damn what a sin
To walk with swag, doing your thing
To carry yourself, beauty is within
I know I said I wouldn't give you my time
But brother, it is not my fault you look so divine
Let it just be a fling, I don't want a commitment
Yes I said it, now lets get down to business
I wish one day I could make you mine
How you smile, how you grin
How you walk, damn what a sin
To walk with swag, doing your thing
To carry yourself, beauty is within
I know I said I wouldn't give you my time
But brother, it is not my fault you look so divine
Let it just be a fling, I don't want a commitment
Yes I said it, now lets get down to business
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Past Memories/New Beginnings
Welcome to my new blog!!!!!!!!!!!!
How I got into poetry?
I discovered this poetry group called Word Iz Bond, and I found out about poetry night which was held at Gingers Tavern once a month. Speak has been going on for ten years, and I have been going since 2007. June was the first month I went to Speak. I was in absolute awe. The poets were amazing, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and it made me feel like I belonged. I understood what some people were saying, and I was able to connect with some of the poets. I met with them, and they took me under their wing. Six months later, for the first time I hit the stage and shared, with strangers, my first poem. I had written years before, but at Christmas time, I decided to get up, in front of strangers, and share what I had written. Of course I was terrified and thought, "What if I get booed off the stage?" At the end, I got an applause, and the team that encouraged me to go up was so proud of me. I spent everyday writing, and hearing other's speak, I used to Youtube Def Jam Poetry and just listen to people speak on important issues, funny issues, and I told my self, one day I will be on that stage.
Well, four years later I still attend Speak when I can, I share when I can, my work has gotten better, the group of people I met four years ago are still supporting me, and regardless of what I write, how I present, and what the reaction of the audience is, I know that I am a good poet, and I plan to be a better poet.
I hope through this blog to share with you how I feel, to do some freestyle, some organized poems, and I hope I encourage you to Speak as I have learned how to. I am still a long ways from where I want to be, but I am not giving up, and I hope you will continue to support me on my poetic journey.
Until next time
Signed:
The Silent Poet
How I got into poetry?
I discovered this poetry group called Word Iz Bond, and I found out about poetry night which was held at Gingers Tavern once a month. Speak has been going on for ten years, and I have been going since 2007. June was the first month I went to Speak. I was in absolute awe. The poets were amazing, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and it made me feel like I belonged. I understood what some people were saying, and I was able to connect with some of the poets. I met with them, and they took me under their wing. Six months later, for the first time I hit the stage and shared, with strangers, my first poem. I had written years before, but at Christmas time, I decided to get up, in front of strangers, and share what I had written. Of course I was terrified and thought, "What if I get booed off the stage?" At the end, I got an applause, and the team that encouraged me to go up was so proud of me. I spent everyday writing, and hearing other's speak, I used to Youtube Def Jam Poetry and just listen to people speak on important issues, funny issues, and I told my self, one day I will be on that stage.
Well, four years later I still attend Speak when I can, I share when I can, my work has gotten better, the group of people I met four years ago are still supporting me, and regardless of what I write, how I present, and what the reaction of the audience is, I know that I am a good poet, and I plan to be a better poet.
I hope through this blog to share with you how I feel, to do some freestyle, some organized poems, and I hope I encourage you to Speak as I have learned how to. I am still a long ways from where I want to be, but I am not giving up, and I hope you will continue to support me on my poetic journey.
Until next time
Signed:
The Silent Poet
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