Young and Youthful
She wanted her babies early.
This is what I manage to hear...
As I coincidentally passed,
My neighbor's kitchen window.
During my evening power walk.
And also to be neighborly...
With any neighbor that might happen,
To see me resting...
On the side of their homes!
Rubbing a leg or two.
And I am far from nosey!
I'm just one of those rare,
Touch and feely types.
'You're going to make the same mistakes,
I made...
Young lady.
But unlike my mother...
You aint bringing no babies in here.
Is that clear?
None I'm going to be prepared to raise.
We are in those days...
You kids growing up to leave,
Would make me extremely pleased! '
~But mommy,
All of the girls at my junior high school...
Are having babies,
While they are still young and youthful.
And beautiful too.~
'It's like this...
You brought a puppy in here.
And I feed and walk it.
Although you kids,
Tell everyone...
How 'you' have a puppy.
But can't take care of one.
And your brother can't stay in a relationship.
Everytime he returns with his 'baggage'...
He dumps it all over the place,
To say how stupid girls make him sick!
And your father,
I might as well mention this...
Act as if I am here to babysit him.
Because I refuse to go through,
His weekly tantrums.
It's like this...
I dare you to bring a baby up in here.
If you do that...
The front door will be open.
And the only thing I want to see...
Is your back.
You will witness it very quickly,
Your mother will be someone...
Who will admit in public,
Of never having children.
And that will be the end of it! '
~Mommy stop playing.
I am serious! ~
'Test me,
GLORIA! '
~You know my name is Cynthia, mommy.~
'Is it?
I'm already experiencing the affects of amnesia.
You know...
Why didn't I think of this much earlier? '
~Mother? ~
'I'm sorry.
Are you talking to me?
Or...
Are you related to that nosey neighbor,
Leaning near my rose bed.'
*OH..
Hello Mrs. Jenkins.
These power walks don't come as easy to me,
As they use to be.*
'You step on my roses,
And you will find your legs to be the least of your problems.
I'll get you a reservation at the Hampton Health Center.
You might as well come on in and have a cup of coffee,
With Harold.
He aint doin' nothin'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mommy Why?
**This poem is not about me...it just came out of my head**
Why did they rip your heart out, mommy?
Why did they hate you so much?
Mommy, why didn't they accept you
Mommy why?
Why are you dead mommy?
What did they do?
How did it happen?
Mommy, why did it have to happen to you?
Oh i need to know why
Mommy please come back
Mommy i'm sorry i called you a bitch
Mommy i really don't hate you
Mommy please come back, i need you
(1-15-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Mommy & Daddy
Ask your mommy and daddy, what happened to the indian?
How come theyre all living in places
With too much snow or too much sand?
Tell your mommy, I got a funny feeling deep inside of me
Ask your daddy, is it really as bad as people make it seem?
Wa ta tick it ta too too..
Ask your mommy why everybody swallows all those little pills
Ask your daddy why that soldier doesnt care who he kills
After theyve put you to sleep and tucked you safely down in your bed
Whisper, mommy and daddy would you rather that
I learned it from my friends, instead?
Do you think Im to young to know, to see, to feel, or hear
My questions need an answer or a vaccuum will appear
Dont be surprised if they turn and walk away
And tell your mommy and daddy that you love them anyway
That you love them anyway...
Give them a kiss
Love will set you free
Kings of emi
Mommy and daddy (alt.)
Ask your mommy and daddy, what happened to the indian?
Ask your mommy and daddy to tell you where you really came from
Then mommy and daddy will probably turn and quickly walk away
Then ask your mommy and daddy who really killed j.f.k
Wa ta tick it ta too too...
Ask your mommy if she really gets off on all her - all her pills
Ask your daddy, why doesnt that soldier care who he kills?
After theyve put you to sleep and tucked you safely down in your bed
Whisper mommy and daddy,
Would it matter if the bullet went through my head?
If it was my blood spilling on the kitchen floor
If it was my blood, mommy, would you care a little more?
Dont be surprised when they turn and start to cry
And tell your mommy and daddy, tell your mommy and daddy
Scream it to your mommy and daddy
Theyre living in a lie, a lie, a lie
Its all a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie...
song performed by by Monkees
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An Unborn Child's Poem
Today my life began, but some say I’m not a real person yet,
Yes they say only Mommy exist, because me they have not yet met.
But just like a small crumb of bread is yet truly a bread,
My Mommy is and so am I, so they once in the Bible have read.
Yes for even when I was made in secret,
God saw even the embryo of me,
In a fear-inspiring way, I am wonderfully made,
even now to be.
Just think in a year or so, I shall be laughing and later talking,
Mommy and Daddy will be the first to see me walking.
Only 20 days, but my heart is beating on its own,
Gently beating, whispers of a lovely tone.
I am to be a girl, with blond hair and blue eyes,
I am growing a bit every day, and becoming very wise.
I want to learn to sing and dance,
To giggle and love at every chance.
To make Mommy and Daddy very proud of me,
When I become a young lady to be.
When I graduate, I want to be an artist or maybe even a scientist,
I know Mommy would support me, even if I pick another one on my list.
Tup-tup, tup-tup, are you listening Mommy to the whispers of my heart,
Suddenly today I feel differently on my part.
I scream with silent tears, “No Mommy I’m not ready to come on out,
I wonder if she hears my little shout.
I love you Mommy, I need more time to be with you,
I love you Mommy, Do you love me too.
I want to get married, and have my own kids to love and to hold,
To treat you nice and take care of you when you and I grow old.
My hopes and dreams disappeared in a instant and suddenly without a thought,
Mommy did not stop to think how very hard for my life I did fought.
Yes today I took my last little breath, never to have a chance to see,
The possibilities that I can be, Because today was the day that my Mommy killed me!
poem by Esther Ayala
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Dead Babies
Dead Babies
Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't hear her little baby call
(Wah!)
Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la
Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white
Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't love you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la
Goodbye, Little Betty
Goodbye, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
Betty, so long
Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la
Goodbye, Little Betty
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Columbine Cradle
Mommy loses her cool, when I stay home from school.
Don’t point your toy gun at people” is what I hear,
I reply “I have to point my gun at people playing in
this video game, mommy dear”.
From the sounds of this,
it looks like mommy is not sincere.
Why it all starts at home, how we leave are children alone.
Alone to watch violent video games,
and then wonder why they act insane,
if you take away their toy guns that same day.
Now there is kids bringing guns to school,
pretending to shoot them to make themselves look cool.
It seems these children have not developed “empathy”
that they live in a world of “me and me”.
So, they grow up to be teens,
Having seen everything that could possibly be mean.
Having been desensitized, they don’t think to realize,
That they are like robots going along with the crowd
The crowd that was fed all of these video games,
While mommy claims she will go insane,
if they don’t find something to do,
so she doesn’t lose her cool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 6,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Someone Is Going To Pay For This
'MOMMY? '
Why are you screaming like that?
You nearly scared me to death.
That look...
In your eyes.
What is wrong?
'Mommy?
The sky.
I saw the sky...
And it was blue.
No?
What did I tell you about lieing?
'It's true mommy.
It's true.
My friends and I just left the beach.
And it was covered with...'
Go on!
Don't cry.
Mother's here.
'Mommy?
It was covered with 'white' sand! '
LIES!
'And...
We saw people smiling.
At us.'
Where is my gun?
I want you to stay in this house.
Go to your room.
Don't go anywhere.
I'll be right back.
'Where are you going, mommy? '
Someone is trying to feed my child with delusions.
And I don't like it one bit.
We are here to trash this world.
Not respect it.
Do you understand that?
DO YOU?
'Yes, mommy! '
You go to your room.
I'll be right back.
Someone is going to pay for this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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U. N. I. T. Y.
Queen latifah - u.n.i.t.y.
Uh, u.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity
U.n.i.t.y., love a black man from infinity to infinity
(who you calling a bitch? )
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black woman from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black man from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
Instinct leads me to another flow
Everytime I hear a brother call a girl a bitch or a ho
Trying to make a sister feel low
You know all of that gots to go
Now everybody knows theres exceptions to this rule
Now dont be getting mad, when we playing, its cool
But dont you be calling out my name
I bring wrath to those who disrespect me like a dame
Thats why Im talking, one day I was walking down the block
I had my cutoff shorts on right cause it was crazy hot
I walked past these dudes when they passed me
One of em felt my booty, he was nasty
I turned around red, somebody was catching the wrath
Then the little one said (yeah me bitch) and laughed
Since he was with his boys he tried to break fly
Huh, I punched him dead in his eye and said who you calling a bitch?
(here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black woman from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
(here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black man from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
I hit the bottom, aint nowhere else to go but up
Bad days at work, if you an attitude then you were rough
And take it out on me but thats about enough
You put your hands on me again Ill put your ass in handcuffs
I guess I fell so deep in love I grew dependency
I was too blind to see just how it was affecting me
All I knew was you, you was all the man I had
And I was scared to let you go, even though you treated me bad
But I dont want my kids to see me getting beat down
By daddy smacking mommy all around
You say Im nothing without ya, but Im nothing with ya
A man dont really love you if he hits ya
This is my notice to the door, Im not taking it no more
Im not your personal whore, thats not what Im here for
And nothing good gonna come to ya til you do right by me
Brother you aint ? sick? (who you calling a bitch? )
(here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black woman from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
(here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black man from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
Whats going on in your mind is what I ask ya
But like yo-yo, you dont hear me though
You wear a rag around your head and you
Call yourself a gangsta bitch now that you saw apaches video
I saw you wilding, acting like a fool
I peeped you out the window jumping girls after school
But where did all of this come from?
A minute ago, you was a nerd and nobody ever heard of ya
Now you a wannabe...hard
You barely know your abcs, please
Theres plenty of people out there with triggers ready to pull it
Why you trying to jump in front of the bullet (young lady)
Uh, and real bad girls are the silent type
Aint none of this work getting your face sliced
Cause thats what happened to your homegirl, right? bucking with nobody
She got to wear that for life (who you calling a bitch? )
(here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black woman from (you got to let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
(here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., u.n.i.t.y. thats a unity (you gotta let him know)
(you go, come on here we go)
U.n.i.t.y., love a black man from (you must let him know)
Infinity to infinity (you aint a bitch or a ho)
song performed by by Queen Latifah
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What is a mother?
What is a mother? A mother is a friend.
What is a mother? A mother is your hero.
What is a mother? A mother is someone who can make your wishes comes true.
What is a mother? A mother is sugar and spice.
What is a mother? A mother knows all the coolest music and style.
What is a mother? A mother is everything in between.
What is a mother? A mother is a better version of you.
What is a mother? A mother is your mommy till the day that you leave this world behind.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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What is a mother? pt 2
What is a mother? A mother is a friend.
What is a mother? A mother is your hero.
What is a mother? A mother is someone who can make your wishes comes true.
What is a mother? A mother is sugar and spice.
What is a mother? A mother knows all the coolest music and style.
What is a mother? A mother is everything in between.
What is a mother? A mother is a better version of you.
What is a mother? A mother is your mommy till the day that you leave this world behind.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Mothers Are Not Alike
God blessed and made her a woman
to conceive and deliver ‘twin babies’.
Such baby-girls some long to have
and some are cursed not to have.
Schemes are plenty to help grow these girls.
When animals too feed the kids of other,
a beastly mother slit the throat of one baby-girl,
born to her two weeks back with a blade.
Her mother-in-law suffocated the second baby.
What a heart these have to irk the Creator Himself!
Slipping through the discharge chute
in the toilet of the running train,
her sudden-born baby
fell on to the tracks.
Rinku flung herself from the train
to rescue her babe.
She never thought of pulling the chain
to stop the speeding train.
Mother and her babe are safe! A miracle!
What a mother the baby is fortunate to have!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Mommy Why? Part II
Mommy why?
She screams, and screams,
But no one is around to hear.
Why are people sp close-minded?
I love you, Isn't that all that should matter?
Mommy why did it have to happen?
It's been a year and things have fallen apart.
Mom hasn't been the same since that life altering day.
We really haven't moved on,
I know you wouldn't be happy,
Your things have been in the same place since,
You have touched them.
Even Roo misses you,
She doesn't jump pn anyone anymore,
I think she still expects you to be walking through the door,
Some days I do too.
There is one thing that you would be happy to hear.
I'm in love with that one girl you met,
The week before you were raped away from us.
She was glad to get to met you.
You would have loved her.
I think the only thing that is getting me through is,
Mom and her.
All of your friend miss you.
I ran into Barb,
She wrote a book,
She dedicated it to you,
She had her baby,
She named it after you.
A couple of months after you passed away,
My friends got really concerned,
Because I didn't go out of the house,
So they all got together and decided,
That I needed to get out,
So they took me to Chuck E. Chesse,
They thought that you would want me to go there.
I was good to get out,
It reminded me of our little adventures.
After your memorial service,
When we got home there were,
Hundreds of cards and flowers,
To our surprise your Dad came,
He apologized and told us that he wasn't there for you,
I know you would have been happy.
The two men that killed you are on death row,
I wish, I could kill them myself,
Everytime I think that, I can hear you say,
Two wrongs don't make a right,
Like Grandma use to say.
Mommy,
I miss you so much!
I hope this finds you safe and sound.
I knw you wouldn't want me to be sad,
But the last thought I have before I go to sleep is,
Mommy why?
9-27-06
poem by Brandi Young
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Kyutkyut
he meets me at the door
of this empty house
and makes a lot of noise
his terms of endearment
his mode of affection
i hear him like saying
'hello daddy! happy father's day! '
he licks my ears
and rubs his small body on my feet
and my wife, his mommy
takes him into her arms rocking him
our new baby, Kyutkyut
*our new puppy,
(we're childless for 12 years)
arf! arf! arf! arf! arf! (bark and bark little puppy)
come to daddy and mommy
awoooooooooooooooooooo!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That's Not All They Do
People do not listen to others.
In fact,
If they are not directly affected...
They could care less.
Not all people.
But enough of them to make this noticed.
'My dog,
Who had been my best and closest friend...
Since a puppy.
Was hit by a bus this morning.
And this makes me sick to my stomach.'
~You?
Many of them have no respect.
Cussing?
You should hear those kids that live near me.
That's not all they do,
When they get on public buses.
It's enough to make me want to throw up too.~
'No. No.
You're not paying me any attention at all.
It was my puppy.'
~You've got a puppy that cusses?
And your a passenger like me on a public bus?
If I were you,
I'd look into having my own reality show.
I have never heard of that before.
That would be an instant hit.~
'What a friend you are! '
~Hey...
What can I say?
You want me to make a few calls for you?
I know I can get you an appointment,
To see somebody.
Male or female? ~
'What are you talking about? '
~You puppy's gender.
Or preference?
A dog that smart can be what it wants.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Babies Making Babies
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
Today!
To have it their way.
Today!
And these babies.
Making babies!
Stay that way!
Leaving a sadness,
With the rest of us...
To pay!
And arresting a joy,
That fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Good Die Young
[talk]
These is hard times we livin in
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitely die young
This is a lil somethin
To help you get through the day
If you could
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin to figure what happened
Burnin churches, fearin god
Who can be so cruel
We all ignorant to aids
Till it happens to you
Just be a man, make plans
Listen to your voice
A womans tryin to make decisions
We should leave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who lives and die
Breathes and stops
All this judgement on other lives
Needs to stop
What are we livin for
Givin more back than takin
On my knees still waitin for my own salvation
Now I feel abandoned
Cause pat bucanan say Im greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But cant feed me
Its so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin murder cases
Scared to laugh in the sun
The tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
In times like these we feel closest
The good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)
Now in my world will it get worse
When I been trapped since birth
But I had to sleep in a hearse
Cause it was my bed first
My grands probably burnin
Turnin in they grave
Some folks aint even get to see a high age
But they did so I aint afraid
And this money got me feelin like a star
And this murder got me
Feelin like my death aint far
And the land (? ) and stolen cars
Dont get no better
Dont get no weaker or no harder
I was raised in a rush without my moms
And my father
So tell me somethin
If I grab my gat and get the dumpin
Would God get to lookin at me funny
Rest in peace to my mother aquillah beale
Rest in peace to my father salek beale
Rest in peace to my grandparents
And thug in peace to my brother seike
You know I love you
Witch world first storms (? ) and then al
Pac and then yak
Redrey (? ) brown
Coulda sworn I seen ya face in a cloud
Family grievin on your last breath
Close to the heart whether you know it or not
I swear the love wont stop
Jewel, thats my boo
Mom, duke and lou
>from jump
You kept it true, helped to feed the crew
The good die young
Livin fast jumpin the gun
Mama blamin the community for killin her son
My cousin darren wasnt scared of goin
But never knowin he was dyin slower
I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why
I know my life aint promised
Thats why the wise move in silence
Analize these scandalous times
Its hard dogg but we manage
Schools turn to war zones
Even homes unsafe
Leavin children to play caged and raged
They hate, how come
Someone explain why the good die young
Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone
Its time somethin is done
For our young kids
They growin opus (? ? )
That aint the way to live
Tell me why
Days go past and as they pass
Time move quicker
No time for wastin
Put your hustle down my young dealers
Cause the end is nearer
But at least thats what they tellin me
Hell, all I know brothers
Aint ridin 4 3 felonys
Its time to plan, plot, and strategize
Capitolize, mobilize
We in the war yall
Its for all yall
My family to the ones that stabbed (? ) me
Little bit mo love is whats recommended
Yeah, and its plain to see
The seeds from you and me
Gon be the ones to lead us towards unity
Thats if we treat them right
Man, teach them right
Raise your kids better than you was
And see what it does
But if you dont
Man, we sho to be done
Well all see exactly why the good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)
[talk]
This is for all my homeboys that passed away
And all yo homeboys that passed away
I send this out to all the fallen soldiers
Thats in the cemetaries buried
Never got to see they dreams
For everything I touch you touch
For every step I take you take
For every breath I breather you breathe
Every dollar I make you make
I told you wed make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a little quicker
But like my homeboys thugs say
Ill catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young
This song is dedicated to all them
Young kids and people that are innocent
That died young
At columbine high
Rest in peace (oklahoma)
Outlawz
Lil young xzandafer
Tasha, all them
All the fallen kids
The dead babies
The closed caskets
song performed by by 2 Pac
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What Children Worry About
Mommy
Mommy, mommy
what’s going on in the world today?
Mommy am I going to be OK?
I heard some kids were wearing bombs
and blowing people up..
Mommy their world is very far away.
They can’t come here, right mommy?
Am I going to be OK.
Written: July 17,2007
Daddy
Daddy, daddy
I asked mommy some questions yesterday,
and tears were in her eyes.
She’s really scared daddy,
I know the reason why.
The kids with bombs,
might be here in our schools.
They won’t listen to the rules.
Mommy is really scared that one day,
you’ll both have no choice but to send me away
Written: July 17,2007
Mommy, Daddy
Mommy, Daddy, there’s no reason to fear
I figured it out late last night.
I said the words for God to hear.
I know He knows all things
and will do what’s right,
sooo… we say the words for God to hear,
everyday and every night.
Guess what Mommy, Daddy
everything will be alright.
Mommy, why are you still crying? ? ?
Written: July 17,2007
poem by Melvina Germain
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Girls vs. Women
Girls are insecure; Women are confident.
Girls dress trashy; Women dress classy.
Girls are students; Women are teachers.
Girls are listeners; Women are preachers.
Girls makes babies; Women raise babies.
Girls have sex; Women make love.
Girls are weak; Women are strong.
Girls fight; Women walk away.
Girls argue; Women speak.
Girls give in; Women compromise.
Girls envy. Women appreciate.
Girls give up. Women strive.
Girls look. Women see.
Girls take. Women give.
Girls follow; Women influence.
poem by Christina E. Brown
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Should I Wear My 3-D Glasses?
Mommy...
Who are they in those cages?
'They are the ones,
Who couldn't believe
They were being deceived!
And when they discovered they were...
They went nuts.
And started roaming the streets.
Begging from those living in the inner city,
For food to eat! '
And who ar they over there?
'Those are the ones who lived in the inner city! '
How come they don't look crazy like the others?
'They've been used to being locked up.
Most of them all their lives! '
~Boston! You gotta bid higher than a 4 low,
If you playing with me.
Hey...
Bring me some chips and a Heinekein,
If there are any left.~
Mommy,
What's a 4 low?
'I don't know!
That exhibit has been there for years.'
How come their cage door is open,
And unlocked?
'Who knows?
Maybe they are just comfortable being there.
Come on.
Let's look at the new exhibit upstairs.
I really want you to see that one! '
Why mommy?
'That's the one they are talking about!
They actually have on display,
Several groups of different people...
Who are expressing affection, concern and respect
For each other.
I want you to see that one.
I don't believe it myself! '
What is that one called?
'Death of Pretensions.
It has been filmed! '
Should I wear my 3-D glasses?
'Yes! I'm glad you reminded me.
I want you to get front seats.
I want you to sit up close.
I'll be sitting right behind you.'
Why, mommy?
'I don't know if I'm ready for it.
Your young.
You can handle it.
While you are here...
I may go back to find out what a 'Boston' is! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Inspiration.
My Inspiration growing up would have to be my very own mom Thelma Ligons. She not only taught me how to be a young lady but she showed me in her actions, as she carried herself around other people. People are probably wondering why I didn’t pick someone else well it’s because. My Mother well my mommy has always giving me advice on how to carry myself around people, how to carry myself around strangers. If it wasn’t for this lady then I would’ve not have turn out into this nice young lady that you have before you today. She is my pick for inspiration for being the example of how to be a soldier for the Lord, she is my inspiration on how to be a prayer warrior, she is my inspiration on how stick up for my religion when I am faced in battle against it.
My mom has been my inspiration for eighteen years and may it be longer Lord willing. I can’t imagine her not inspiring to do things right, she has inspired me to go to college to make something of myself; she has inspired me to do things that I thought I couldn’t. Her inspiration has carried on through me like if she had put sewn it on me. I really appreciate my Mother’s Inspiration and what it has done for me. Praise God for her cause her inspiring has lead to great miracles and many good deeds.
Inspiration you ask well I just gave you my inspiration. My best friend and she will always be my mommy till the day that I die.
A mother is...A role model, someone who you can look up to, and someone that will give great advice. A mother is...A comedian, someone that's always there to make you laugh, someone that can always make you smile. My mother is...Sugar and spice, everything nice. Creative, fun, special. Artistic, jazzy, surprising. Goofy, crazy, smiley. She’s my mother, and I love her.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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See Babies Crying
I see babies crying
For their older brothers
And no one will ever know
If they'll be home again.
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up in the heavens and say
We need you GOD today.
I now hear babies talk
As they learn to walk
Unto two, as from four
Then they're sent to war
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up to GOD and say
We need you Lord, today.
So babies don't you fear
No need - for a couple of years
So let's see a baby's smile
Until they turn to tears.
I hear babies cry
As they learn to die
No one will give a listen
No one will ask them why
For they are sent to school
Then they're learned to talk
Then they are given guns
Then they're told to walk.
I now see babies walking
As they carry guns
I don't see babies talking
For they're not having fun.
But babies don't you cry
Lets see a cherry face
Come on babies, smile
Filled with GOD's grace.
So babies don't you fear
No need for a couple of years
Let's see a precious smile
Then we'll see your tears.
For i know why babies die
I know why babies cry
I now know the answer is
No one asks them why.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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