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I’ve weathered many storms
And I feel I’ve paid my dues
I viewed society as a game
At times I felt I was born to lose
But I am still thirsty…
I am one of the strong that survived
But I’ve also defended the weak
From the bottom I’ve come to the top
And some think I’ve reached my peak
But I am still thirsty…
I wanted to be the best
And in some things I am just that
Some said I couldn’t make it
Because the color of my skin is black
But I am still thirsty…
I call it determination
And the jealous call it greed
I was told that I couldn’t win
Because I didn’t have what it takes to succeed
But I am still thirsty…
I’ve accomplished many goals
And come true did many of my dreams
I’ve studied and learned so much
And I’m involved in many things
But I am still thirsty…
© 2005
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Dear Love,
My love for you is as deep as the earth’s core, how I long to look into your soul behind closed doors. Sweat falls like raindrops to the floor, cause I’m deep inside your love, always, and forever more. Our bodies intertwine, your thoughts in sink with mine, even in darkness, your love is not hard to find. I indulge myself in the fruit from your vine, as I whisper in your ear… making love to your mind.
My love for you is like a cup, filled to the rim, for another to compete would be unfair to him. Your standards would be set too high and his chances, grim. My light would shine bright making his appear dim. So bring your love to me and I’ll take you there, to the highest plateau, handling your heart with care. I’m willing to give you all the love your heart can bare, taking your breath away, leaving you gasping for air.
I can make you see love in a whole different way, flipping the script like day to night, and night, to day. Nothing to hide, my love’s on display, as I give your soul eternal foreplay. My love is like the ocean, crashing against your shore, still mesmerizing, though seen many times before. You’re someone, until the end of time, I can adore. Sincerely, completely, and
Truly yours,
Antwian
© 2005
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Father, can you hear me? Are you still there?
I really don’t have to ask; I know you can hear my prayer.
Protect me O’Lord from the evils of man,
And guide me to live my life according to your plan.
You have the strength to move mountains, when all I need is a little bit,
You created an ocean of water, when all I needed was a sip.
You created the air that I breathe and a world for me to live in,
I know that I’m not worthy but I thank you for what I’ve been given.
Lord, without you, I would not have made it through,
And for what you’ve done for me, I now know what I have to do.
My life is at your service, it’s clear for me to see,
That’s why I say this prayer from me to you, down on bended knee.
Thank you for giving me the gift of another day on this earth,
Thank you for watching over me since the day of my birth.
Thank you for helping me be a man that is true,
Thank you for loving me the way that you do.
You’ve continued to be with me in my times of strife,
You’re the piece to the puzzle that was missing in my life.
© 2005
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Inside A Ghetto Child’s Mind |
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Gun shots, a man selling rocks,
Neighbors robbing other neighbors that live on the block.
Brought into a world of violence and crime,
That puts FEAR “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
Mommy works to pay the bills,
Can’t get a better job due to lack of skills.
So mommy’s not there half of the time,
That puts LONELINESS “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
The so called father is never there,
He’s a deadbeat and he probably doesn’t care.
To those forgotten and left behind,
That brings LOW EXPECTATIONS “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
You spent Child Support money to buy a new dress,
Then you give the child the rest of what’s left.
You’ve picked all the grapes and they’re left with a vine,
That adds DESPAIR “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
Brought up being verbally abused,
He’s a time bomb and you lit the fuse.
Not knowing any better than a life that’s unkind,
That leaves NO HOPE “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
One man got shot and another got beat,
Red blood turns yellow on bloodstained concrete.
When they see dead bodies in a chalk outline,
That puts NO VALUE OF LIFE “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
You’ve failed to take responsibility,
“So what the hell do you expect that child to grow up to be?”
Sometimes a way out is hard to find,
When you’re TRAPPED “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
All these things, your child it does effect,
And it doesn’t help when you show your child neglect.
It’s there if you only read the signs,
Such PROFOUND WORDS instilled “inside a ghetto child’s mind”.
© 2005
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From the head to the page,
From the mic to the stage,
Like a bird in its flight,
Released from the cage.
It’s like I’m caught in a maze,
Let me count the ways,
That I’m a slave of this poem,
And to this poem, I’m a slave.
From the flat to the steep,
From the shallow to the deep,
From one line to the next rhyme,
This poem becomes complete.
From being said to being heard
From poems to spoken word,
Or from short story to novel,
However it’s preferred.
From beginning to the end,
From outside to within,
Don’t ever underestimate,
The power of the pen.
© 2005
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