Title: Injustices of a poetic soul
Date: July 18, 2007
Tight clothing, guns, drug dealing, and abuse
Mental Anguish, pain, disease, famine, and prejudice
All have been apart of our lives
Caught in a web of deceitful lies
Enslavement in our past, drug abuse to cope
Unity is no longer, our lives are a joke
Misled by welfare, divided in the home
Our will power weakened by sins derived in Rome
Futures are looking grim; our children are out of control
Struggling to raise them, blaming the man “they say” is getting old
Drugs brought overseas, distributed throughout the land
Drug dealers take the bait for the greed of money, while guns are put in their hands
Killing each other because the devils whisper in our ears
Racism, grief, sorrow, hatred, and despair
My mind is going, it is so distraught
The racing thoughts makes me lose my train of thought
The war overseas, the wars in my hood
Makes me realize the future is not looking good
The nightmares of an Armageddon, wondering when the world may end
All that is going on outward and within
Everything I am, all that I’ve become, stem from an abusive past
All of those ugly traits, past down from our former masters, memories that forever last
Happiness no longer, “this here” is getting old
I write to escape, injustices of a poetic soul
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Injustices of a Poetic Soul: For every woman's woes there is an untold story
A collection of poetry from her earlier years and beyond; which dictates a story about her life. From emotional to sexual abuse that she encountered from childhood and throughout some of...
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Posted on 5/6/2009
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When will you matter?
Thats a good question? I sometime feel like everyone else makes that decision for you. I am always taking on others problems and helping them out of their situation, but when it comes to me, I never seem to matter to anyone. I have come to the conclusion that if I do not matter to me, then no one else will value me!So to everyone out there who has that burning question, then you have to tell yourself, that you do matter, TO U, so please all love yourself, and leave the rest behind! Opinions please!!! Feel free to post your feelings!!!
Posted on 8/6/2008
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Poem: Bipolar
Title: BipolarBy: Isabella M. I’m up and flying so high, I feel like I am on top of the world!I look down on everyone I feel like we’re one, having more energy then a little girlI am successful, I am brilliant , dominate and elegantI am graceful, and stronger then an elephantI can do anything; I feel so freeI am elated, ecstatic and way more then happyI am brave and high off of life, I don’t need drugs to copeAll my days of sadness are behind me, no more feeling like I am on dopeThen when all is said and done, this feeling never last longNo longer, elated, happy, vibrant and strongNow I am crashing right down my world has shatteredFeeling mentally beaten, tired, and batteredSo depressed the world looks so gloomyThe sky seems gray, nothing is working for meTime and time again I am having racing thoughtsFearful for my life, suicide is tempting because my life seems so distraughtI can’t do anything right, people are talking about meNo longer feeling good , only thoughts that make me unhappyPsychotic, neurotic, feelings of dismayCan’t eat or sleep no energy to keep me abbeyI want to be back where I was when I was manicI can’t take the anxiety making me panicI can hear the trees whispering about how I am so ugly
Posted on 8/6/2008
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