SAd memory

Today I saw a picture of my mothers' coffin. My dad was holding me and I had on a moss green dress. That picture brought back some sad memories. It reminded me of how little time I had with my mother. I wanted to cry but I just brush it off. I saw the look on my sisters' face and try to smile so she wouldnt break down and cry too. I saw the look on my fathers' face in the picture holding me. Danm how I miss them. Sometimes I wonder why me but I know I have to do the best I can to make them proud. I hold my head high. Just looking at that picture bring back the sad day of December 9, 1995. If only I could hear my mothers voice one more time. Her face seem to fade from my memory as days go by. Its been 13 years since she died. Man I miss her.

Juss bored out mah mind

I dont noe wat to do anymore juss bored out mah d=fuxckin mind

The Three Doctors

There are these three doctors that were raised in the ghetto and they came out doctors.

Are you????

Are you a freak???
does your looks tell ppl in the street wat you do behind close doors??/
you a freak

Very thoughtful

Just sitting here and thinking about so mant rthings
College awaits me and so does the things that need changes
Trains of thoughts are running through my mind in different directions
very thoughtful in the guidance office right now
I'm scared about college but yet cant wait.

Smoked

hard to forget the taste it left in my mouth
The taste of ash
smoked
I cant believe
Me& Mah sister from another mother smoked

Lonely Poet

He's such a fool to write poems for her but never say with his mouth how much he love her
She longs to hear him say it but the wait is ever lasting
Now he's a lonely poet who longs for her touch
he wishes she was here to hold him tight
whisper sweet words in his ears but now their just a dream because now she no longer sleep next to him
Her warmth is all thats left behind
Lonely poet
just oh so lonely