My alarm blasted in my ears at exactly 9 am. I had to pull the covers off my body and force myself to get up. I went into the bathroom brushed my teeth and washed my face. Went back into the bathroom to turn on the radio so I could get dressed. I threw on my bookbag closed my door with an upsetting expression because pressing time and I had to use the bathroom. Walked in late signed the attendance sheet. I yarned six times before the long hand hit ten time for lunch. I met up with friends found out the latest laughed at a corny jokes and headed back to work. When all my classes were done I called my friend to take me to the bus station to buy my ticket.

Unrevised and Uncensored...Comment or Not...But hear my roar!

Lauryn Hill speaks the truth. She doesnt try to sugar coat reality she just tells things the way they are. She truely inspire me as a woman first and formost but more importantly as a black woman. Its through her music, movies, writings, and poems that she delivers her teachings. One song on her album from MTV UNPLUGGED is the song "I Get Out". In this song she discusses how people are caught up in the ideal way of living that they dont get to really live. She gets this message out especially in her chorus "I get out, Oh I get out of all your boxes, I get out, Oh, you can't hold me in these chains, I'll get out, Oh I want out of social bondage, Knowin' my condition , Oh, is the reason I must change". Society keeps us as people in this bondage were we have to be a certain way think a certain way and dress a particular way to be accepted. Not only do they make us act a particular way but they condition our minds in a way that keeps certain groups of people down and raise other groups of people up. Just to think about the injustice in society really sickens me. It so sad that it takes thousands and thousands of movements just to change a single thing that all the time seems to just get corrupted again by the evils of "America" society. I am so fucking tired of being called a Damn "African American". Africans were brought to America as slaves . Okay, we gain freedom which was a tragic struggle to overcome segregation to be put back into segregation seperating us from the "Regular American" class to "African American". I believe that "African American" is just another name for the "N' word. I will keep on seeking freedom through my own studies and not solely on "American" educational studies. America was built and carried on the sweaty backs of slaves a.k.a "AFRICAN AMERICAN" and they continue to walk all over us hiding behind the law and a bunch of stupid documents.

Between-the-Dash

The beauty of changing colors
Transformation from launch to termination
Originating from the all unknowing standing up and reaching out to wisdom, knowledge, and pride
Stemming from one eager to jump in the shallow lake oblivious of the danger
To one who sits in the shade and enjoy the tranquility of the effortless flowing waters
Reaching up high demanding to touch the sky with accepted wisdom that it was a possibility
Now looking up to the stretched out blues and whites
Shifting forming perceptive images thinking about all the possibilities
What can I possibly do with the life that exist between worlds?
Knowing one day my body will separate from flesh and spirit
The ground will store my body
The sky will keep my soul
What will I do with my entire self between worlds?

Out with the old in with the new

A soul that's lost is hard to find
When all that stood by you is passing you BYE
Unbuckled pants
And a pointed gun
Temple filled with grief
Your spirit willingly gave up all your religious beliefs
So you stand with your head tilted to the side
No longer is it raised to the sky
Right hand pointing the gun with your left hand clutching your hip
Breathing steadily as you bite your bottom lip
Glossy eyes stirring ahead
Wishing those that hurt you were all dead
Looking in the mirror you pull the trigger
Your kinky hair transformed to straight
Your thick curvy body is now a slendor shape
Everything that symbolized your heritage you diminished the trait
Your crazy clothes is now conventional among the norm
Your spontaneous attitude has been conformed
With your heart beat up and torn
You walked away from all the old pain
Running with open arms towards the new.

I was just thinking...

I want to go natural but my roots are to stretch
I long for a future but my past been erased
Kind of tired of making excuses
Of why I stray from all the popular abuses
Like drink drink drink until your conciousness slip away
Or mold mold mold because my life is your clay
I'm tired of following the crowd
Just gonna sit here for a while
Writing my poems
I'll do alright on my own
No other minds to guide me
With God standing beside me
I'M GETTING RIGHT INSIDE ME
'Cause no physical on this earth
Can ever tell me my worth
In all proven facts
I'm the only one that can do that
So I'm gonna ask you kindly
To elevate your minds please
Our connection soaring on another level
Forever changing our perceptions
Kind of loving this new direction
Conforming from the old way we displayed our affection
My thoughts swaying from life to soaring to new flights is crazy
But ideas and having new inspirations to share amaze me
Time to turn off the lights and close the door
Tomorrow just flick the lights back on with a limitless ability to explore.

TIME TO VENT

It's funny how at the click of your fingers
Or at the sight of your anger
Things dont ever go exactly how you plan it
Energy and energy is put forth to reach your AIM
And at the end you may still lose the GAME
So you choice to pull a chair away from the table and just sit
Kick both legs up and rest your back against the wall
Wake up and open your eyes and ears to the world
At this point wisdom and knowledge is gathered and reality hit
I'm-just-a-pawn-in-this-chess-tournament
Tick-tick-tock-goes-time-with-vast-opportunities
Am I gonna QUIT?
It's time to resist that mind frame
Frame upon frame in a line are pictures
Pictures that captures so much for the eyes to see but nothing for my ears to hear
Hear the earth speak to you
You are filled with endless possibilities
Possibilities are ENDLESS
Endless goes without limits
Limits end at one road one point
One point that we will all meet at the end of one gleaming road
And a hand is stretch out
Time to pay your toll
Did you live a life of morals?
Or did you live a life of quarrals?
Looking up to think
Finding my memories were erased
Those memories were really bad
And he did not let me keep anything that made me sad
So he lifted up all my burdens
'Cause he knew most of them left me hurting
Memories of me bleeding inside
"GOD I'M READY TO DIE"
But all he did was let me cry
And made me STAND wiping my weeping eyes
So I just kept on standing and started helping his world
When old age hit I smiled and softly knocked on his door

Knock...Knock

"Come in"

"Is it time to explore ?"

My struggling spirit is okay now

I made it through.

A balance breakfast of wisdom

Slices of apples, bananas, and pears
Start the race focused, with energy, and care
One foot in front of the other

Keep ya pace
Because one mis-step will land you right on ya face
Many will smile and wave
And as you put one foot in front of the other

Ya'll pass them "BYE"
With your gleaming eyes towards the sky
Now your back is turned
And their red eyed vengence BURN
Its time to plot
To take her spot
I'll make her fall
And I'll past them all
One step-two steps-three steps
PLOP
One step-two steps-three steps
FLOP
Now the red eyes feel so ashamed
With throbbing limbs in so much pain
Straining to look through the redness finding no one to blame

But I never attempted to run
I just kept my pace
Because I knew one mis-step would land me right on my face
A lesson learned
Just wait your turn
Slices of apples, bananas, and pears
Start the race focused, with energy, and care
One foot in front of the other.