Nigga Stop ( poem i wrote back in '06

Funny How You Use Females And Rob Them Of Their Riches
Then Go Screaming 'Money Over Bitches'
Why?
Cause They Not Tryna Persue A Nigga That Plays No Position
Standing On The Corner Selling Drugs Everyday; Their Only Source Of Pay
Sporting White Tees & Baggy Jeans , Damn What A Shame
Might Not Have No Hair & No Ass, But She Plays No Games
Controls You With Her Pussy, Got Yo Ass Well Tamed , Screaming Her Name
Swallowing Her Lips
Tasting Her Clit
Better Be Good, Cause If She Gotta Fake It She Calling It Quits
No Opportunity To Withdraw Your Dick
You Sick!!!!
Never A Priority, Always An Option
Meat To Small, So Cherries Your Never Popping
Getting Tired Of Talking, But Ima Leave It Open. Any Comments Or Responses,
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Quotes

. moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that makes it so difficult
. time will make you forget me , but time will make me love you more than before

revisions of the past [Part Duece]

Now you don't feel the same anymore, i remember you would shiver every time i said your name. You said nothing felt as good as when you would look into my eyes, now you don't care that I'm alive and we let the fire die...

revisions of the past

time after time i find myself looking for an escape, a path away from the storm, a stream to flow me along... a sign that was seems like a disaster is much more of a positive experience than the mind thinks...

Daddy,

I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you.

It's So Hard To Say Goodbye

Finals week is always stressful for me. I'm always in the room studying my ass off and drinking liquor to keep me up especially if i have papers to write. And just as i was writing my paper last night i received a call from my sister asking me to call my other sister and put her on three-way. After calling twice and getting the voicemail i clicked over and told her she wasn't answering and then in the background i heard my other sister say "he was just fine" and so i asked my older sister "Nena whats wrong?" and she asked if i was done with my finals and i told her no, i had one that day, one Wednesday and one Thursday. then she asked if i was in the room with someone and i told her yes, why did she want me to walk outside and she said no i think you should be with someone right now and before she could say anything else i9 knew what happened.... so before i could speak words the tears came pouring and there i sat in the middle of the bed against the wall next to him crying my heart out because i was just told the main man in my life, my twin, my father .... had passed not even an hour ago. no one could tell me anything, no one could touch me and try to comfort me and tell me that it would be okay because no matter what anyone said it didn't matter. he wasn't here any6more, i could never see his face again, i could never hear his laugh again, or see his smile, i could never get a hance to hug him and tell him how much i love him. he Will never get to see me turn 21, he['ll never see me wal across the stage and become a college graduate, he'll never get to see my children .... he wont get to do any of those things... so i will never be okay .... everyone keeps saying calm down, be string, keep your head up... but ask your self if it was you in my shoes would you be able to do all the things your telling me to do? because i know i can't... i tried and each time i stop crying five minutes later im back in tears ... only GOD knows the pai9n im in, te pain i feel, how much i want to just go crawl up and hide somewhere. i want to be alone but no one will let me be ... they feel they have to e by my side but the only person i want by my side is my father and he cant be here so i don't want anybody. i didn't wanna speak to anybody after hearing the news except for my grandmother and my brother and when i finally got a chance to speak to him i was okay for awhile but then i had to say his name ... "Gary" ... and then i broke again... i don't think I'll ever be able to say his name again without crying because each time i say his name I'm reminded of my father . but it will hurt even more when i have to look in the mirror and see him because am a spitting image of him. i don't want to be depressed but i know how i cope and i know what I'm capable of ... and this loss I'm just not strong enough for... I'm not .... i miss my father so much! .... i do ...

Happiness..

Many ask .. what is it? How can i find it? What does it take to achieve it?

Happiness ...

I say its what ever you want it to be , but it begins with you, with self ... the best love is self love when your capable of loving yourself then you'll be capable of loving someone else as well as being able to handle them loving you . Happiness for me is waking up with a smile on my face , even with worries at my door step and pain in my body .. knowing that i have something greater than the next person so my problems become least of a worry than need be. Happiness is lifting up someone else without intentionally doing so .. being a shoulder to a broken soul, and ear to a weeping mouth and a mouth for a silent body ... its making it one step closer with eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain ... its seeing the smile on her beautiful little face and he telling you she loves you ..seeing him run to you with excitement and him planting a kiss on your cheek ... its having them tell you there so proud of you ... its waking for another day