Ms Le Quiche
Tired of wrapping up her naps,
Tied tightly to keep them held in place.
And showing up everywhere.
She knew in her heart,
She had to buy herself...
Some 'good' hair!
To end her anguish and despair.
And that she did.
Anchored to her scalp,
As the wind would blow.
She now glowed as her flowing mane,
Tossed to bounce around below her shoulders.
She made sure the people would know...
No longer will her naps trap!
She's be the 'girl'...
With the swiveling hips.
Flowing lucious hair!
And the one noticed...
To be 'that' girl on the go!
'Excuse me,
But...
Is your name Bertha?
Bertha Jackson? '
Oh no!
You must be mistaken.
My name is Boo'Keisha Rayon.
'I apologize.
There is 'something' about you,
That reminds me of Big Butt B.'
No...
That's not me.
My firends call me Boo-Boo Le Quiche.
I just bet they do.
Ms Le Quiche.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Into Quiche
Do you mind passing to me the quiche?
'Oh...
So,
You're into quiche?
You know what they say about those into quiche? '
I can not wait to hear.
What is it that 'they' say?
'It is said...
People into quiche,
Are passionate.
Artistic!
And quite loving.'
I've never heard that before.
Here...
Why don't you take my piece of quiche.
I'm not seeking a companion.
And you...
Are obviously more into quiche than me.
I am more into black eye peas and carrots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Girl Is Gone
The wind is howling, the thunder is roaring,
my girl is gone
and I can't stop my bitter tears from flowing-
my girl is gone
my girl is gone
my girl is gone
wish I knew where she might be
wish she'd come back
home to me
my girl is gone
my girl is gone
my girl is gone
the world is so lonely
and the sky is so black,
think I'm gonna
die of loneliness
if my baby don't hurry up
and come on back
poem by Dorsey Baker
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They Call Her Lucy
They call that girl Lucy
The one with the golden brown hair
The girl who never has a care
They call that girl Lucy
The girl who won’t say a word
Who everyone thinks is so absurd
They call that girl Lucy
The one who always walks alone
The one who’s never near a friend
How can they call this girl Lucy?
If she is always alone
And always afraid that her life could never be perfect
They call this girl Lucy
Because she once had a friend
Someone who tried to save her life
By sacrificing theirs
I called this girl Lucy
By taking away the ashes
That lie beside her chair
By taking away the knife
Placed sharply in her fist
And hitting against her wrist
I called this girl Lucy
By showing her the future she would have
By showing, that it all will come do death
So I proved to her
That this would end up becoming
The death that she would have
By killing myself instead
poem by Olivia Anne
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The Girl With
it all, is standing by the coffee machine,
she is straightening her perfect hair
the girl with it all is checking her diary
& I'm nowhere near it
the girl with it all is fixing her make up,
It was fine just twenty minutes ago,
the girl with it all is tired of being asked out on dates,
the girl with it all wants more
But the girl with it all will grow up before long
and her looks may soon fade away
she can't rely on a grin & a wink
tomorrow will no doubt become today
The girl with it all is pushing a pram,
the girl with it all is on welfare
the girl with it all just about remembers
a previous life of devil may care
poem by Jason Jackson
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Plea of Love
I never knew that men with really short hair are considered as crazy. The biggest relief for me now is that I never need to style my hair anymore. It saves me so much money now as I do not require purchasing hair styling cream anymore. I feel good, to be honest. The only regret I have is that I do not have any girl in my life, which is truly willing to love me. If I ever find a girl who will hold me tightly and kiss me unendingly, then I will feel like I am the happiest person on this earth. Just trust me and listen to my plea of love.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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True Beauty
When a pretty girl walks down the street,
All the people want to meet.
This girl with slim hips and golden hair,
This girl that everybody wants to stare.
But I sit and ask myself, what is beauty?
Is true beauty not found in stealth?
Because this golden girl has no manners,
When she curses she never stammers.
The golden girl, who at the flick of her hand,
Would make sure all knew where they stand.
Yet when I came across a shy lady,
Who seemed a tad too shady;
She politely said hello and smiled keen,
And was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
poem by Lenore Lee
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The Girl I'm Starting To See
what do you see?
when you look at me?
i'll tell you what i see,
a girl who has accepted who she is,
a girl who just realize that giving up life,
is not going to change a D@mn thing,
no matter how much you want it,
to change everything,
it just made me realize more,
that life has more to offer than meet the eye,
would you agree?
you just can't give up when life gets hard,
if that the case,
we all won't have a chance to become something,
to live out our dreams,
we have people who remind us,
how special we are,
but, we let negative thoughts cloud out judgement,
when we need to push through,
and see all that we can be,
cause i no longer want to be,
somebody who given up,
just because life gotten hard,
i want to be that role model and leader,
i always knew i can be,
cause in the end,
that's the girl i do see,
a girl who want to change for the good,
the place she at now,
is nowhere near where she wants to be,
she tired of playing games, ,
tired of trying to get people to understand her,
cuz the only person it should of mattered to..is me,
along the way,
i forgot who was important,
i forgot who i was and who i wanted to be,
but, that's okay,
along the way,
we all have to make mistakes to learn,
otherwise, we won't know,
who we really are,
cause this is the girl i'm starting to see.
6-11-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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angry
' why are you so angry, ' the girl with the red hair asked me.
'why are YOU so angry, girl with the red hair'
'That's not important were here to talk about you.'
'Could you quit calling me that? '
'NO'
'I wasn't asking'
'But I was telling ya, girl with the red hair'
'lets get back to your anger'
'But i thought we were talking about your anger, so what makes you angry, ms'
'what makes you.angry, girl with the red hair? '
'you calling me that name what name, Girl with the red hair? '
'yes'
'why does it make you angry, girl with the red hair? '
'because all my life people have picked on me because of my RED HAIR.'
'O, well sorry to hear that'
'yeah'
'Well now that we atlked about your anger lets talk about mine...'
poem by Ke'Love Moss
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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fenced terrace houses
this side the cat naps
that side the dog naps
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Black Flowing Hair, A Memory Of You
I see you leaning by a wall next door
Against an afternoon sun
And though it is your back that faces me
I know
From the beating of my heart
That it is you, Black-flowing-hair
I can smell you
In mint
And you shall be inside me
As I breathe
So I can live for another time
You are
My tallest tree
On top of the Sleeping-dragon-mountain
And I look up to you
Like my full moon one cold night
Untouched by my fingers
Black-flowing-hair
The world may not have found love in my eyes
As I have none to boost
Since I have given it to you
All of it
I shall find it
But shall not take it back
From you
Your shadow is my god
And it is only that I can touch
Without you knowing
The shadow
Of your
Back
My self-made god
Is enough life
I do not ask much
I cannot
You do not know me
There is no need
I only give myself
I do not have to take any
In return
Now I declare
I have found my place
In you
I have found myself
In you
I have found you
I am Mute-white-dove -sitting
On the breast of Black-flowing-hair
Touching the clouds
Holding the rainbow
Saving all the raindrops of my life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All You See
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
Verse 1 Terry
You best believe everyday I get the same ole thang
All kind of bruthas coming up to me
With silly lies that could make you sick oh they need to quit
And get away from me, don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a foolCuz they see a lady lookin' good?
Please admit
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? My lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Verse 2 Terry
In a limousine, fancy car, bling-bling-bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3 or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me, try conversation please
Before you try and put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me,
Than T&A on this PYT
Daddy please
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips? (Daddy)
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest?(My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? (My hips) my lips? (My lips)
My eyes? (My eyes) My thighs? (My thighs)
My chest? (My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Bridge Michael Marshall:
How come you actin' like you don't know
Why some bruthas always lose control
When you're wearing them hip high jeans
With your thong out baby please let a playa speak
And don't you start to tweak,
You got the body that can make men weep
So when you walk around in those do me clothes like those videhos
Girl you need to know that all I'm lookin' at is
Chorus
Hips and lipsAnd eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Girl that big ole (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest baby, your hair
You're sexy underwear (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Uh-huh Uh-huh sexy underwear I see
Ooh and I know, I know
Your hips somethin' 'bout your thighs
Is driving me crazy, Ooh hey uh-huh uh-huh
(Ooh)Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
(hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
song performed by by En Vogue
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Weary Lad
Weary Lad
By: Adam M. Snow
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
His thoughts a damsel, not quite a lady
His heart is young, his mind is shady.
But this girl he lust but lest he dream,
The girl he long the more she gleams.
He sought her again, once again
And once again, his heart speaks of her.
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
He quiver with fear as she draws near;
This young lad's love is all he had.
Despair follows in the quake of his steps,
He waits for her with every pep.
He speaks only of her but dreams of her forever.
Surely these two souls are destined to be,
But he remains alone in the far distant sea.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Ponytail Girl
Ponytail girl, twirl your hair
So that all may know
Your shiny flair.
Ponytail girl, you don't care
That people always question
How you wear that hair.
Ponytail girl, may I ask?
If your hair were any other way,
Would it be like a mask?
Ponytail girl,
I'd just like to say,
I hope you wear that hair
Just as proudly each day.
poem by Amelia Patterson
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Be My Girl - Sally
Wont you be my girl
Wont you be my girl
Wont you be my, be my,
Be my girl
I was blue and lonely,
I couldnt sleep a wink
And I could only get unconscious
If Id had to much to drink
There was somehow, something wrong somewhere,
And each day seemed grey and dead
The seeds of desperation
Were growing in my head
I needed inspiration,
A brand new start in life,
Somewhere to place affection,
But I didnt want a wife
And then by lucky chance I saw
In a special magazine
An ad that was unusual,
The like Id never seen,
experience something different
With our new imported toy,
Shes loving, warm, inflatible
And a guarantee of joy
She came all wrapped in cardboard,
All pink and shrivelled down
A breath of air was all she needed
To make her lose that frown
I took her to the bedroom
And pumped her with some life,
And later in a moment
That girl became my wife
And so I sit her in the corner
And sometimes stroke her hair
And when Im feeling naughty
I blow her up with air
Shes cuddly and shes bouncy,
Shes like a rubber ball,
I bounce her in the kitchen
And I bounce her in the hall
And now my life is different
Since sally came my way
I wake up in the morning
And have her on a tray
Shes everything they say she was
And I wear a permanent grin,
And I only have to worry
In case my girl wears thin
Wont you be my girl
Wont you be my girl
Wont you be my, be my,
Be my girl
song performed by by Police
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Intro
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go,
welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you
like to come?
(girl moaning, lasts throughout intro)
Bounce baby. (We're bouncing)
Bounce.
Bounce. (We're bouncing)
2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing)
We bouncing. (We're bouncing)
BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby)
(We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce.
(Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce!
Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce.
(Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce)
(Let's bounce) We bouncing now.
All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here,
southwest and 92 strong.
BREAK!! -clap-
song performed by by Outkast
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Make Me Beautiful
Girl, I need my hair 'did'
I'll be over at 5
You are late
you kow I needed you
to put this Lace Front in
Did you bring glue and scissors
and Don't be messing up my hair
I spent alot of money
to make me Beautiful
Girl, I need my hair twisted
you know like Dreds
I need it done now,
how long do you think it will be
I don't have all day
and I'm hungry too
Girl,
let me go get some Chinese food
while you working on my hair.
Girl, I need you to come with me
to the hair store
How many wigs you gonna try on,
I want a long pony tail
down my back, with no curls
and I need some gel,
some hair pins too.
I put my perm in so hook me up
you hear!
Girl, its me, what you doing
I need to borrow a wig for tonight
I got a date and I 'need' to look good
I want my Do to look beautiful like
yours,
But Tonight,
Make Me Beautiful, like Beyonce
My nails, my nails
got to have them done too
let me see the colors
designs you have
I'm planning on looking good like her tonight
got me one of those push up bras
and that girdle that, make you 3 sizes smaller
I am going out tonight,
I'm gonna find me a man
and I just want you to,
Make Me Beautiful,
Girl, it's gonna be on! .
(Written By LadyAdrienne)
poem by Adrienne Clark Strachn
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The gallery of my heart
The gallery of my heart
~
Like a portrait hung
In the gallery of my heart
A girl of undoubted beauty
Breathtaking and full of wonder
Holds my gaze completely
I find my words flowing
In a river of adoration
I dedicate her my soul
There is a girl of beauty
Beyond which none compare
Painted to a memory
In the gallery of my heart
The softness of her eyes
A warmth to her lips
Fair skin and cascading hair
What love may imagine
When looking upon
A girl in portrait hung
In the gallery of my heart
poem by Matthew Holloway
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x Yes I am that girl x
I am that girl who is wanted
I am that girl who understands people
I am that girl who tells the truth
I am that girl who you can tell your secrets to
I am that girl whose heart has been broken
I am that girl who finishes fights
I am that girl who still studies her books
I am that girl who is a typical teenager
I am that girl who liver in west London
I am that girl who’s always friendly
I am that girl who will fight for her rights
I am that girl who has planned her life
I am that girl who respects everyone for who they are
I am that girl who will tell you it how it is
I am that girl who makes her own decisions
I am that girl who regrets things
I am that girl who wanted to still be with you today
I am that girl who still day dreams about you
I am that girl who you can turn to
I am that girl who will regret loving you
I am that girl who has always protected you
I am that girl who will give you advice
I am that girl whose heart has been broken by you
I am that girl who once wanted you
I am that girl who once needed you
I am that girl who once was dreaming of you
I am that girl who was once speaking about you
I am that girl who has dreams about you
I am that girl who you can call when you’re feeling down
I am that girl who wants you back in her live
I am that girl who once wanted to give her love away to you
I am that girl who once thought you was her everything
poem by Lisa Anderson
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All The Good Ones Are Taken (Part One)
(ian hunter)
Girl-things ain't been goin' too good for me
Girl-i'm living in the middle of a mystery
You're the only one that can turn me on
'n' now that you're gone i said
Girl-i'm livin' in the middle of your memory
Girl-you're still the figure in my favorite fantasy
I know you know
That's the way it goes
And still my love grows-i said
All o' the good, all o' the good ones are taken
All o' the good, all o' the good ones are taken
I'm hangin' around with my head in the air
Watchin' the lovers go by
I had a lover-but she never cared
All you could say was goodbye
Maybe i was mistaken
Maybe i got it wrong
But all of the good ones are taken from now on
'n' girl-i'm livin' in the middle of a broken dream
I said girl-all this fallin' in love ain't like it seems
Out in the rain-can't you feel my pain
Again 'n' again 'n' again 'n' again 'n' again
All of the good, all o' the good ones are taken
Maybe i was mistaken-maybe i got it wrong
But all of the good ones are taken in my song
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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