Little Girl

Little girl.
Poor, poor little girl.
You have been fooled.
Fooled into thinking that laying on your back
Makes you a woman.
Your ignorant mind has become toxic.
Ruining your life before it even gets started.
Allowing men to take advantage of you
Claiming the streets as your home.
Your mother has been looking for you.
She misses her sweet baby girl.
She spends all her time on her knees
Praying that God guides you back to her loving arms.
Not only are you hurting her,
But your hurtin yourself  even more.
Digging yourself deeper and deeper in a hole.
A hole filled with regret.
Tragedy.
False promises.
And temporary happiness.
Hopefully one day your mind will be steong enough
To rescue the little girl trappd inside of you.
Unfourtanetly,
If you wait too long,
That little girl
That poor, poor little girl
Could be replaced by a scared woman.

Invisible to Society

Ever stop to think about this world we live in?
No?
Well let me tell you about some people.
Some young people.
Some young people who have been looked over by society.
Keisha.
Now, Keisha never really had much.
But once she found out how to get "quick money"
And once Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada, Dolche & Gabbana started coming in,
She didn't have a care in the world.
Her body was a magic wand.
She used that and then some to keep money in her wallets.
Making her feel important.
Sellin her body to the man with the highest bid
Unknowingly, Keisha wa overlooked by society.
Trey.
Trey was expected to fail at life before he even made it in this world.
Father doing 25 to life
Mother addicted to the high's of the rocks
He struggled to break free
From the curse in his family
Selling the same enemy
That held his mother in captivity.
Trey believes throwing a hundred dollar bill or two at his grandmother labels him a man.
Claiming to love her but hurtin her soul.
Believeing he would never be like his father
But yet doing exactly as he did.
Unknowingly, Trey is overlooked by society.
Tasha.
Not understanding how her mother could be so blind
And not even hear
Even though the words remain unspoken.
The man who claimed to love her mother
Has taken away her innocence.
She often has nightmares about the encounter with her mothers husband
Wakin up screaming
With a feeling of fear.
Not only had he taken away her innocence,
But her peace of mind as well.
Growing bigger and bigger by the day,
With the seed of that man growing inside of her
She can no longer stand the sight of her own flesh.
Having her spirit taken away by Satan himself
Unknowingly, Tasha is overlooked by society.
One day someone will speak up.
And be the voice of these people.
But that person must be powerful enough
To be heard
Be heard by everyone.
Including society.

Dancing in the Rain

I saw you through my window today, Dancing in the rain. Im not goning to lie. I thought you were crazy. Had lost all traces of your mind. But now i know why you were dancing in the rain. You danced because the music within your soul guided your feet. To the sound of the cold rain hitting the warm street. Like those raindrops, You finally discovered freedom. So tomorow, If i see you again, Dancing in the rain, If yet again Freedom invades your spirit, I'll go outside in the rain. With a humbled heart And not a single thought in mind, With our hands moving gracefully. With our joy-filled hearts bonding together as one Together Listening to the sound of a portion of heaven meeting earth, We will even give a portion of freedom to our feet. And let them move toto the smooth rythm of natures beat.

Where Strength Lies

Where do you find strength? Is it trapped in a corner? Is it tied up in a box? Why can't i find it? When my battles seek victory against my soul, How do I muster up the strength to carry on? When I feel that my words no longer have meaning, When my voice goes unheard, Where can I find strength? Is it small? Do I need a magnifine glass? Has it been swallowed up by the atmosphere? When my left foot yerns to move foward, But my right foot wont budge, What do I do? When my world crashes and burns, When it falls in ruins before my very eyes, Who do I call on? When my feet wont let go of the spot they're in, How do I release the grip? Maybe I should fall to my knees. Yeah. That's it. Fall to my knees and crawl to my Father's throne. There are times when I have so much that needs to be said But can't find the right words to say it. But I dont panick. For He knows everthing I desire before the words leave my mouth. The same moment I call upon my Father's name Is the same moment I finally find strength.

Do you still hear me?

I know i don't talk to you like im suppose to.

I know i don't follow the Bible like i should. 

I do alot of wrong

But i also do alot of right.

I get angry.

I am disobident.

And i know i can be very selfish.

You said that You are a forgiving God. 

And i believe you. 

But my mind still wonders

If i call Your name will you answer?

If i pray will You listen?

I know im not perfect,

And i dont strive to be.

But i just wanna know one thing.

Even through my darkest hours

And My deepest regrets

Do You still hear me? 

When the world is in turmoils

Growing louder and louder by the day

With families being ripped apart 

And children raising their hand to their parents

Do you still hear me?

Being King of all kings i know your busy.

Looking over the world must be hard to do.

So i try not to ask for much when i do speak to you.

I try to keep it plain and simple.

Mama said sealing your prayers with an "amen" gets it closer to Your ear.

So if i say a hundred and one amen's

Will it actually get so close to you that i will actually be aware?

Would you send me a sign saying you heard me?

Is it too mich to ask for You to tell me in my dreams?

Because you have the world revolving in Your hands

And the world moves to the meaning of Your words,

Do you still hear me?

Me.

Yes me.

Little ol,

Itty bitty me. 

The Gift My Mother Left Me.

No one knows what it feels like to be me. No one knows what it feels like to be me. People will never understand the feeling of paying for someone else's mistakes. Everyday I face reality that I will never be able to live a normal life. Knowing that I could never give birth breaks my heart. I remember when my mother passed away. I always wondered how she passed but nobody would tell me. As I got older I realized she died from the curse my daddy gave her. She reluctantly phage me that same gift. I've always known I had the virus. I knew before I was old enough to know what a gift was. I knew that life was like a competition. The pride was me. The opposing teams are life and death. It got harder as the years went by. Serious relationships have failed because of my curse. I was born into tragedy. I never really had a chance at a normal life. Just hearing the word "HIV" bpulls a dark cloud over my soul. But then again, maybe its not a curse. Maybe its a gift in disguise. Either way, this virus won't win this fight. God didn't bring me this far to leave me. I believe in Him. I trust in Him. I have hope. Maybe that's how my mother died. Maybe my dad's gift didn't kill her. Maybe she died because she ran out of hope.

Battered

How do you live with yoursel knowing that you have hurt me on a level so painful? How do you muster up the courage to make love to my mother and then come and force yourself on top of me? When you enter my room, her smell lingers on your body. Holding me down, you take what you want. You take something I wanted to give to someone special. But I refuse to cry. Somehow, feel that if I cry, I give you total control over me. And I'll be dammed if I give you another victory. But tell me this, how can you sleep at night, knowing you have taken pieces of my soul. Painted a cloud over my spirit. How can you kiss my mother knowing you've taken her daughters innocence? I stay silent because a broken heart will be the death of my mother. I know that no pain lasts forever. God knows my heart. One day, this hell I know as life will soon sparkle. Until then, my heart will be scared. It will be cold. It will be battered. But it will never, ever be broken.