ournourishment

All these words about this guy or this girl What about me? In a world filled with so many individuals and life forms, I think I've forgotten myself But how can that be? Don’t you live with thee?   I’m consumed with other people, and their thoughts and beliefs so I started to forget Imani  And it’s not selflessness or nobility, this isn't loving thy neighbor, it’s living for thy neighbor and disregarding thy self I idle by as I let others go before me, their needs and demands, wants and desires But who puts me first? Stanza II I lay myself down by the wayside and let them take When their done I wade into the water and drown my impurities I pause my life for people who are only meant for a season Leaves turn to mulch as the sharp winds become bitter, grass blades turning to freezing ice sickles As hibernation begins, they flee, it was only meant for a season Knowing me I would have force it until flower bloom Because I force things Out of dis...

They say the sky is the limit..but how can that be? Mama never had enough money for me For my shoes..For my clothes..For our house..For our food My sky was always dark and muddy colored The limit is the sky..but I was never smart My brain stopped functioning after multiplication and my teachers well they never really gave a fuck I sit here in my senior year with less information then from my first The sky is not my limit; society knew I would never reach, it was just a sweet mantra; candy for me to eat I’d be the scum of the earth, or the person their taxes go too; not a person to look up too Should I cry? Feel sad about my situation? I guess the best thing would be to embrace it I am what I am and I am nothing at all The person on your street corner, the fly on the wall Just a person trying to get by in a world with hardly any knowledge at all I laugh hearing the sky is the limit, as if I ever thought so far My life was li...

A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish No one was older than 18 Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security. There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity They were mine. For you

Fight We realized we loved more then we were frustrated The pain excreted in tears, screams, yells, sobs It just showed how worth it we are; we all deserve to be fought for Somewhere in the misery of it all; seeing their tears made it worth it  Inturn my eyes welled with water My lungs raw and red; fist clenched I'm fighting; fighting for something I subconsciously question  Is this worth it? I'm scared to hear the answer So I keep my fist high, my face red; stricken with tear stains Hoping the answer will escape my head 10/29/13