You care if you only hear
for a season…
Dont tell me
You want to be here if you
only feel sorry
I dont need you
Just, Dont tell me
you love me,
when u dont mean it
Dont tell me
You care cause thats what
you think I want to hear
Dont tell me
You sorry,
cause we both know da truth
DOnt tell me
somethin you think
I want to hear…
PoeticJourney
1 step forward…
3 steps back…
Trust…
I tried n Fail…
I take a step n think Im ready
Nxt thang I know…
I’m back in da same spot I started
You say I’m not trying…
I say I cant do it…
If you been thru wat I bn thru
maybe you would understand..
1 step forward…
3 steps back…
Trust…
Not comin easy here…
Either wait on it…
Or walk…
Make it happen…
1 step forward…
3 steps back…
2/19/08
PoeticJourney
AM I?
STRONG..
BLACK..
WOMAN..
A CHILD OF GOD..
WHO AM I?
YOU WONDER..
A POET..
STRONG..
FIGHTER..
LEADER..
BELIEVER..
MORE SO..
DAUGHTER..
SISTER..
AUNT..
GOD CHILD..
GRAND CHILD..
LOOK AT ME..
AND ASK WHO?
AM I?
I AM WHO I AM..
U CANT JUDGE ME..
NOR CAN YOU TAKE
AWAY MY DREAMS..
TO SIT THERE AND TRY
IS LIKE WATCHN UR LIFE PASS YOU BY..
TO PERSUCUTE ME..
IS TO HATE WHO GOD
MADE ME TO BE..
SO
WHO AM I?
IM EVERYTHING I SAID ABOVE..
AND SO MUCH MORE..
TAKE MY HAND..
AND LETS MAKE DIS JOURNRY TOGETHER…
TO DOWN TALK ME,IS..
TO HATE ME
IS A MISTAKE..
WHY HATE..
WHEN U CAN LOVE…
WHY LOOK AND WONDER..
WHEN U CAN ASK QUESTION..
WHY STAY IN THE GAME OF STUPID..
WHEN U CAN GROWN IN INTELLEGIENCE..
WHY?
HATE THE COLOR OF MY SKIN..
WHEN U CAN LOVE IT AND LEARN SO MUCH MORE..
SO..
I ASK..
WHO AM I?
SOMEONE YOU WISH TO BE..
TRY TO BE..
ADMIRE WITH PASSION..
I AM
WHO GOD MADE ME TO BE..
WHO?
PoeticJourney
Robert Frost, 1874-1963 I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.
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TAKE BAK OUR LIVES FROM DA DEVIL….
WHEN WILL WE WAKE UP….
AND LIVE FOR GOD?
WHEN WILL WE SEE WHAT WE DOING?
WHEN WILL U LOOK UNTO UR LOVE
ONE’S THAT CARE N PRAY FOR YOU?
WHEN WILL U SEE WHAT DA DEVIL IS DOIN?
WHEN WILL WE?
PRAY?
AND MEAN IT?
WHEN WILL WE…
GIVE GOD THE GLORY?
WHEN WILL WE LET THE DEVIL KNOW…
HE IS NOT OUR MASTER?
WHEN WILL WE TAKE HIS LOVE SERIOUS?
WHEN WILL WE STOP FIGHTN OUR CREATOR?
WHEN WILL WE LEARN TO LOVE OURSELF..
THEN ONE ANOTHER..
WHEN WILL WE…..
RUN FROM HIM AND TO OUR LORD?
WHEN WILL WE TURN FROM THE DEVIL?
PLZ DO IT B4 ITS TO LATE…
U DONT WANT TO LOOK UR LOVE ONE’S
IN THE EYES AND REGRET.. I COULDA SAVE THEM…
WHEN WILL WE STOP BN TO BUSY…
TO MAKE TIME FOR OUR LOVE ONES
WHEN WILL WE SIT DOWN AND TALK WITH THEM?
WHEN WILL WE PRAY?
AND MEAN IT?
WHEN WILL WE SEE U AGAIN?
U ASK?
WHEN WILL I SAY I LOVE U?
PLZ SAY IT B4 THEY LEAVE US….
WHEN WILL WE GIVE GOD DA GLORY? PLZ TELL ME WHEN?
WHEN WILL WE….
PICK UP HIS WORD
AND LIVE BY IT?
PLZ TELL ME…
TELL ME NOW….
I NEED TO KNOW….
EVERYTIME WE TURN AROUND…
THEY SEEM TO B GONE …
WHEN WILL WE LOVE OUR MASTER…
AND HATE THE DEVIL?
WHEN WILL WE RUN TO OUR MASTER?
AND PERSUCUTE THE DEVIL?
WHEN WILL WE DO WATS RIGHT????
WHEN WILL WE TAKE BACK OUR
LIVES FROM THE DEVIL?
SO MANY THINGS GOING ON
AROUND THE WORLD..
WHEN WILL WE STEP BACK…
AND LOOK INSIDE TO SEE
THE TORMENT..
IN OUR LOVE ONES LIFE..
IM ASKN…
NO, IM SAYN…
WHEN WILL WE TAKE BACK OUR
LIVES FROM THE DEVIL…
SO WHEN WILL YOU TAKE BACK..
YOUR LIFE?
I PRAY YOU DO IT..
BEFORE IT’S TO LATE..
PoeticJourney
A ole poem… Someone I knew lost someone close to them and later on lost another person..
Robert Frost, 1874-1963 A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
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