YOUR POETRY

Am I the One?

Am I the one who is in your heart?
Am I the one who is on your mind?
Am I the one you want by your side?
Am I the one you miss every day?
Am I the one that you want?
Am I the one you trust?
Am I the one who always tells you when you are right or wrong?
Am I the one who gives you real love?
Am I the one who protects you no matter what?
Am I the one who changed your life?
Am I the one you want to stay with for the rest of your life?
Darling, do you really love me or are you
Just trying to play with me?

Roadrunner

Cough, Cough I’m running, tryn’ to escape
Heave, Heave, I’m realizing there is no way
Ouch! The paths begin to get rough
I can end the madness
But I can’t get enough
Ahhhhhhh! The cycle is gettin’ faster
Good Gosh! Does my survival matter?
Breathe, Breathe, I’m forgotten
Blink, blink, I wake up, I begin to realize
The unyielding cycle is just my life

Here I Am, Wondering

I look at them and wonder
How such a thing came to be
I see her flip her hair and bat her empty eyes
And wonder; why not me?

How can such a shell
Have something such as this
Something so enviable
That could bring just so much bliss

She cares not for this gift
That’s come to her so easy
She thinks all of us have it
And everyone’s life is just as breezy

Well, here’s a wake up call,
Gal with the pretty blonde hair,
It’s not the same for everyone
Sometimes it’s just not that fair.

He’s there for her every waking call
Just waiting to be seen
As she picks out the shoes and clothes
And he pulls out all his green

Now, why should I be jealous?
I’m not, I tell you. Really.
It’s just so frustrating to always see
Such exaggerated superficiality.

Why are they so blinded
By the empty shell they see there?
Don’t they realize that what’s inside
Is nothing else but air?

Can’t they see past the pretty face
And hear the mind within?
Realize a girl’s worth
Instead of seeing if they’re thin?

So, here I am wondering
When will they finally see
That I may not be a model
But there’s so much more to me.

Jazz - Free verse

Jazz the birthplace of it all, the two-step originators and hip-hop advocators
The tune is addictive; it could reach out and bite you like an alligator
And Mr. Duke Ellington said forget the haters and shoved adversity in their faces
Mace the piano down in alcohol
While watching grown women rip the wall
It was so pure and fluent
Once your fingers started snapping, you knew you were into it
Jazz the beat homicide
Killer of all other music, sweeping the rest off their feet and stealing the tide
Led by the Harlem Renaissance man which gave way to the Motown fabulous 5
Judged by many
Associated with plenty and identified by more
Zig
Zag feeling which led to forever greatness

Just Me

Nobody sees what I can see, from the back of my eyes
There is only one me.
And nobody knows
How many friends I have
Or how my thoughts begin;
For there’s only myself inside my skin.
And my mind decides what I want to do in the future.
Sometimes I look at myself.
I see beautiful black girl who knows what she
Really wants to be in her life.
That person is me, and there is no other.