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I can’t sleep. In thoughts, I’m way too deep. I’m thinking about all the secrets and promises I have sworn to keep. I’ve got to balance all these different personalities, around each one of my posse. I just can’t let loose and be the real me. I can’t tell who she loves. I can’t reveal what she said, or who she’s dreaming of. I can’t give a hint about how she really feels about her shoes. Or how she thinks she’s shallow, or how she got the blues. Who is suppose to be her best friend? Can’t tell, that the red head talks about the Prom Queen. They are sisters, who are perfectly blend. The brunette talks about the gossiper, behind her back. Says, ” Class is what she lacks.” Gossip can kill, keeping quiet is a rare skill. Keep all opinions to yourself. Don’t leave your feelings on a shelf. Don’t let yourself get sucked in. Because there’s no way, you can win. Honesty isn’t always the best policy. But loyalty is the best quality. Choose your words wisely and hear the truth slyly. ( H.M. )
What you don’t know is I’ve been bruised. I’ve experienced things that you never knew. I built this wall to protect myself. I refuse to be harmed by anyone else. If you think I act tough, know it’s because my life has been rough. I am standing strong, so your misconception of me is wrong. When you look at me, I bet you think, ” She is a mess.” But I will not stress, if I don’t spark your interest. ( C.E.D. )
Give me a word, Lord I pray. Help me to know just what to say. Give me the confidence in all I do. And help me to know what comes from you. If there is a journey, that I must take. Help me to know, it’s for God’s sake. That it is something that I must do. After all I require of you, help my life to save at least one soul. Keep my heart under control. Help me, how you want me to be.And please help me always, to serve Thee. ( D.L. )
How do people live their life? Lying to their heart, sleeping with another man’s wife. Even with love they try to cheat. Some will try to get your mother, sister and child between the sheets. They trap their prey by being kind. To take her body by lying to her mind. You fall to the feelings of the opposite sex. Your heart they hear, your body they flex. You believe your problems a secret lover can heal. Because of the lies they tell you, plus how they make you feel. You are living in danger at night, you can’t sleep. The life you live in between the sheets. You walk out after you tell your spouse a lie, just to run out to sleep between another lover’s thighs. People can be selfish, they want more and more. Some have their baby’s momma, wife and whores. Rich people smoking crack, drinking, crawling on the floors. Living life behind secret doors. She grins at her man’s best friend in a sexual way. It started as little kids, now the feelings won’t go away. Life keeps the devil in our path. The world don’t care, they just point and laugh. Why does that little girl always cry? Daddy’s best friend touched her between her thighs. The child is acting out, mother forgot their hugs. Mommy gets beatings while daddy is on drugs. The goverment brings in guns, illegal drugs and sin. The poor people, they get trapped within. Do people have anything to say? The pain and lies people play. Everyone has a story to be told. The young or old, it is the dreams they hold. Those that sin and lie so free. Secrets are hidden, but God can see. As life passes you by, don’t wait until Judgement Day to ask the Lord why. Be careful about what the flesh and heart feels. There is a God and people do feel. Don’t sit in sin and always cry. Ask God for forgiveness before you die. ( Naji )
In this sinful world today, love, money ,power and the devil’s temptations keeps getting in the way. I try to think of you and me God but the devil won’t let me be. The temptation keeps lurking in my path. When I fall into sin, I can hear the devil laugh. True love and family, the devil hates. A piece of your soul the devil tries to take. What is this unknown force that is trying to come between my Lord and me? The devil won’t let me be. The Word of God’s book is the fighting sword. I pray to keep the devil away , so my soul won’t go astray. This isn’t how this servant is suppose to be. Oh Lord, please save me. I pray for God to take these ropes from around my neck. With forgiveness and prayer, I won’t ever forget. Oh God please watch over me. In this sinful world, the devil won’t let me be. Every time I try to live the right way, temptation tries to pull me away. My heart and soul, people and the devil tries to use. My mother didn’t birth any fool. I’m giving my problems and sins Lord, all to you. Some how with love and forgiveness, I will make it through. Lord, I’m not done praying yet. The closer to God, I try to get. I fall when it seems I forget to pray. Then I have problems and it’s easy for the devil and sin, at times I feel and see the devil and no other. I can’t reach out to my mate, friend or mother. Because lack of faith in the brotherhood , your community doesn’t love and support you like they should. Lord, the devil and people are trying to come between you and me. Temptation Lord, won’t let me be. God I want my pain to be free. Lord save me, oh Lord save me. The devil is really trying to blow my mind. Lord with the Word my soul is untwined. I give my pain Lord to you. I know all my days I will make it through. Love and the devil, keeps ripping my heart apart. I’m fighting to walk into the light from the dark. Lord, the devil has a tight hold. I fight Lord, it seems I can’t let go. The wrong doer’s death was in your decree. Lord, the devil won’t let me be. Lord come and save. Lord I will become your slave, before I return to my grave. Then love asks me, ” What’s wrong with me”? This is not how love is suppose to be. Lord to you I lift up my hand. You are the only one with the plan. ( Star )
The strength of a man isn’t in the power of his arms. It’s in the love with which he embrasses you. The strength of a man isn’t found in his thunderous voice. It is found in the gentle way he whispers to you. The strength of a man isn’t about how many friends he has. It’s how true of a friend he really is. The strength of a man isn’t in how respected he is at work. It is in how respectful he is to his parents and at home. The strength of a man isn’t in how hard he can hit. It is in how tender he touches. The strength of a man isn’t found in his wallet. It is found in the integrity of his words. The strength of a man isn’t in the wisdom he may possess. It is in the wisdom that he disperses. The strength of a man isn’t in the weight he can lift. It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome. The strength of a man isn’t found in being a good father. It is found in the love and compassion of being a Dad. The strength of a man isn’t about how good he is at being a son. It is how good of a son he really is. ( Ibn )
It’s summer but yet the world is cold, if you’re pregnant and 15 years old. She was sweet and quiet as a mouse. But when her parents found out, she was kicked out of the house. Now her boyfriend is upset, furious and mad, because he found out he was going to be a dad. Now he’s walking around the world with a frown. He says the baby isn’t his, then he skips town. So she turns to the church seeking what to do, but the pastor says ” We don’t help sinners, like you”. She has so many questions and not enough answers. Bad news keeps coming, her grandma died because of cancer. Feeling abandoned and no one to show her love, she turns to a life filled with drugs. Cocaine, PCP, heroin, …….. yes she developed a habit. I think it’s an understatement to call her an addict. She loved getting high, it would put her in a daze. She started sharing needles, now she has Aids. This girl would get high to laugh away her pain, it would seem. But I don’t find the humor from dying at 15. The doctors did their best, they did all they could do. But there was no hope, the baby died too. This is a story about a young girl that looks like you. This poem isn’t made to make you mad but to make you think. This is poetic juice for your mind to drink. If you see this girl drowning, help her before she sinks. ( T.T. )
God placed servants into his plan. Najmah, women,children, animals and man. As a little seed, my Lord blew life into my soul. The temptations made my godly soul turn cold. In my parent’s home we always prayed. A dark inner being took that good servant away. As my sins acted out, my heart still cries. I want to be a good servant but God only knows why. Something took me away from my godly mother and God. My childhood sins began to grow and became very deadly and hard. Always looking at my beauty, God I barely had any time. I was not badly harmed because of an invisible angel of mine. Jumping out of fast cars without a prayer. Angry at my mother and God as if they didn’t care. Staying away from home for years….I called it fun. Grave yards, bloody souls, smelling smoking guns. My punishments never failed. Watching my father and love ones go in and out of jail. As a teenager, I never seem to learn. My mother kept her head up as her heart burned. Wanting to turn my life around, but the desires I didn’t replace. As I lied to my mother and men punched me in my face. God I ran from the hurt I denied. My sins and drugs made me tell my children and family, lies. Poisoning my body that God and my mother gave. Some unnatural force protected me from the grave. I should have given more to God, for my life God gave. Why don’t I walk away from drugs? I am enslaved. I should have been six feet under a long time ago. God must have sent an invisible angel of mine. Many bullets flew by, watching others get popped. My sinning, high eyes should have been droppped. My life was not in the hands of man. God had a special invisible angel, it was God’s plan. God saved me many nights I was too high to see. It wasn’t my time, God sent those death angels away from me. I thank you God for saving me. I am a sinner that now believes in thee. As my new fighting life unwinds, I thank you Lord for that invisible angel of mine. ( Naji)
You fall in love from your heart. Into a relationship, ugly things began to start. What happen to, ”Baby, I Love You and I Understand”. He began to hit her by raising his damn hands. They go to a party like all is well. She cries in a corner as her body parts swell. She forgives him, then they went to bed. This man wants to put knots and bruises upside her head. He says he’s sorry over some flowers and an I Love You card. He did not mean a word, it was only because his thang was hard. Their love began to turn into hate. She stayed around for her children’s sake. Respect for him no longer grows. Looking at her swollen face saying, ”Brother, Oh No”. Her life she must change. Seeing the pain on her children’s face. Her life became so wild. She could no longer stay because of her child. Your daddy loves you so. But for your mother, he must go. You all will be alright without his gold and cash. Mommy sees her life ending in a flash. She can’t take the punches, being afraid or the shouts. She must save herself, the children and get out. Love your daddy, respect him so. For him to be with mommy, he must go. Talking to doctors and people that are rich. Cannot sleep, he’s constantly calling her a bitch. She made love to him as he wished. She did him so damn right. She gathered the children and tipped away in the middle of the night. Months later, she smiled because she was finally free. Not knowing, that crazy brother was stalking her. He grabbed the children, said ”What’s up whore”. He pushed her into the car door. She had to fight him some more. She kicked and screamed until he opened the doors. She can’t take the hits nor the yells. She must deal with the hospital or with him in jail. She told him loving him was a lie. A sad lonely bed with hate between her thighs. A man or a woman can be an abuser, don’t get me wrong. Love yourself and be strong. Sometimes you must let love go. Looking back at your abuser saying, ” Brother, Oh No……. ( Naji)
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