Pretty woman

I write in you with words of a child, with imagination not presented in these words I use. The vision I create has no life, no meaning beyond this page. I will rewrite the best thinng I have ever written. " A skinny woman the color of an easter egg dyed in the sun and washed from cotton clouds and pink lilies entered the room. Hair of chocolate brown at the roots faded to dirty blonde tickled her elbows, eyes of murky brown hiding behind gray contacts and eye lashes curled to perfection. Lipstick, cherry red spread on thick to cover the cuts in her lips, and cheeks powered pink because rosy red wasn't her color. All that was noticed was a faint white smile that disappered in the mirror, and a coke bottle shape she didn't believe she had; but she still hid her beauti her true beauti from the world. One day it will all disappear, the lights will dim and her number will be called and a question will arise. Did she live just to die?" Those words I had written not to long ago with no intetion of being this woman and even to this day I look at these words to remind myself I will never be this woman. If you are looking for some sober story about how my life is hard ns unsastainable I don't have one, but my story is just as important as the next.

chillin wit one of ma besties

A's are the bizzle

jus chillin

Just goofin off

Friends

changing

Blackest night a wind so strong, My eyes glow red wit anger.

Ashamed to know the man I knew so long, is now a stranger

But I'm not disappointed, and my rage is not for him.

See it was I who changed and broke the line that keep us tied together

I swore to him no matter what we'd always have each other.

But times got hard for me and him are life was quick to change

I had to move and change with it, I didn't stay the same

So my anger now I hold in my heart is only toward myself.

For breaking our plan and pushing aside the person close to me

if you are here I want to say that I am so sorry.

When you needed me most I was not at my post, but please can you for give me?

Got My Wings

I remember the sweet words of freedom escape your lips, sugar stained and brightly colored

This freedom you spoke so kindly of, "The white winged Angel" I muttered

I got the thinking and hoping this freedom of a white winged angel would come and fly me away

So on a starlight night I awaited my flight, from night till day

But it never showed up my white wings of hope,

"Might as well rest my poor neck threw the loop of that rope"

"Stupid negro, only wings you'll see, are the ones you'll grow hanging from that tree"

the white devil told me

"say what you want I'll get my wings, one way or another"

I started to sing

and sure enough he marked my words

as the mountains moved that startled the birds,

The sun golden bright,

with all my might, I sang

"Say what you want I'll get my wings, one way or another

My voice all but screamed

Stepped on to a stool, rope lose but tight around my neck,

ain't bother to fight,

took one deep breath and sang some mo

Holding on to my life by the edge of my toe

"I'll get my wings, you wait and see"

"then you white devils can't bother with me"

He kicked the stool sound like a bouncing ball,

but to their surprise I didn't fall at all

Instead I flew,

Like I said I'd do

My wings so soft and white with a shade of blue,

my white winged angel showed up,"I'd knew you come through"

and my freedom I got as we both flew away,

now those mean white devils got nothing to say