A LIL POETRY II

With folded hands and and eyes shut tight, I humbly come to thee.

With a burdened mind and aching heart, I pray on bended knee,

That as days go by,

And my sister does cry. 

Let her not forget that it is He.

He who is understanding,

He who is peace.

He who makes a way for us,

He who raises the weak.

Her hurt is my hurt, Father.

Her sorrow is mine.

Let her trials be lifted,

As not my will, but thine.

She needs you now Father, 

That much is true, 

But from so far away, what more can I do?

I ask these things to be done in your name,

For there is none like you,

None with power the same.

Bring Tasha the comfort she needs to go on,

And show her that her plan was long drawn.

Keep her in your sights Lord,

That's all I can ask of you.

Because prayer is the only thing she has left that will hold true.

Not To Rub It In Their Noses.. I Promise!

   Once a long time ago, I was bullied greatly. I only had one friend throughout my elementary/middle school career. I was a very awkward child, my mom always worked so my hair didn't really look right and my clothes weren't ironed. I didn't get new shoes very often and that wouldn't have been a major problem had I not been going to a Catholic school all those years. And on tip of that, I was the only Black person in my class. So it gave my classmates a lot to talk about.
   Oddly enough, I was also very nieve an never really understood i was being bullied until after I left the private school system and went into public schools. The turnaround hit me, hard. People talked to me. They didn't snicker and whisper when I walked by. When I spoke people listened and didn't clique me out. Gawd, private school kids are mean people!! Not to say they all are like that, but apparently, to prepubescent kids, a uniform is status and status means cliques. And I was the ultimate outlier. 
   But instead of taking the abuse and being depressed about it, I decided to take a different approach. I'm going to succeed so well in like that I'll be on TV. Not for anything dumb like some news issue.. No, I want to be on tv for doing something outstanding in society. For contributing to the medical field or for helping a community in the best way I can. The bigger the better. Because one day, those who hurt me will see me. One day they'll recognize my name, my face. And one day, they'll have to tell their kids that they knew me (I mean who doesn't do that?) and even greater, they'll have to lie about what we were together in school.. Meh. Just sayin haha

MMMH Poerty

I am.

I am a trailblazer.
No not some knock off story about my life.
No this is a real struggle, true strife.
About the ones who have gone before me.
What kids bearing kids has set free.
In me.
A sense of ignoring..
My family..
Gone wrong in the paths of time
With my path, their hope does shine.
I am the one to settle their worries,
I am the one to end their stories.
You see what really lies before me?
Hope. Anger. Despair. Want. Need. Hunger. THIRST.

A Wish.
To go back and be me.
Not the me they chose to be,
But the me that chose to open my eyes and SEE
That babies taking care of babies
Takes away the freedoms to be
Just me
One me
The only responsibility
To keep my virginity
To not bring new life until I AM ready.
They think they have blazed a trail for me
When in all actuality
They stand in the smoke and ashes of what I refuse to be.

I am not another statistic.


Man this was rough...

Well hellfire!!!!!

Well am I in a pickle..

Freaking broke the only thing that ever understood me better than my self...

My laptop..

Destroyed
 It's poor face..

WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT MY BUDDY?

TT.TT

Tumblr is lost to me
Youtube is lost to me
Fanfiction.net is lost to me
deviantArt is lost to me
Twitter is lost to me.. but that's not as bad..
Man. my livelihood depends on internets and computer.

I morn the loss all the time.
 Urgh. Don't have the money to be breaking gaming computers :(