trust??

this thing kalled trust...
easily decived by the powers of lust..
hand in hand wit love..
although undeserving of...
minds and hearts alike broken and confused by..
ppl who are not what is seen by the eye...
constant rage bulids up inside...
this thing kalled trust needs to die...

wicked to the touch this
thing kalled trust knt to b trusted..
in fact its shouldnt exsist..
for this thing kalled trust should be dissmissed..
no real life to it simply a myth..
a joke, a toy, or somthing to play with...

the struggle

its a struggle to keep my cool when this bitch is asking for it...

its a struggle to do whats right when whats wrong is so much easier...



there is a strong struggle in my body...thoughts vs feelings... heart vs brain

the struggle to hear something good when the truth hurts ...



constantly struggling with what little money i have... food, laundry, books, transportation, parties, drinks, etc. when will i have enough...



damn this struggle it gets so tough....

i evn stuggle to stay strong...

stuggle to hold on...

when i least xpected

i try to live ma life with no xpectations so there is lil room for disapointments...

it seems like this is the one time it back fired...i thought it would never fail me..

sum say there is an exception to every rule...i guess ur mine.. u kame whn i least expected...acted a way had no choice but to respect it...
i fell for even tho i had tht fear of being rejected...

ur leaving nd i too have to go on with my life...
all though my summer was nothing to remember i will never forget u..
...ya pik is my wallpaper..
ya name tatted on ma heart...
ma head plays your words over nd over..

kummin frm wher im frm...

it aint easy..especially when everyone has a story to tell..

everyone speaks nd no one listens..

mothers and grandmothers have to constantly yell..

no fathers nor grandfathers..

i do not dare to speak as if i have a brain...

i do not dare to dress diffrent frm others...

kummin frm wher im frm....

everyone needs an escape... rapping, bouncing a ball, or throwing one..

i knt do any of em...im trapped, lost

untill i found my pen.. nd my book

may never make sense...

but without it..

i couldnt tell u wher i wher im frm

in 2009

in 2009 ladiies are fighting for the name..."nasty girl"



in 2009 men are having sex first nd gettin to kno her after...



in 2009 it is better to spend nd use sumone else's money rather than have ur own...



in 2009 women are fighting for men that dnt even want them...



in 2009 young girls value themselves by the price tags of their outfits..



in 2009 the first blk president campaigned about change...



i hope the change is still on the way...things are getting worse wher im frm..

in this wicked world..

...it get to be a Lil lonely. wonder why no one stops to listen...
in this wicked world they try so hard to walk all over me...
to use me Nd dismiss me..
..try to break me down...dog me...ridicule
in this wicked world its cold Nd dark..lonely Nd quiet...
although so many ppl are around..it seems like no one can b found..
everyone pretending to b sum one their not...everyone doing the same things
its kinda hard to see who's who when they all seem to b masked...
so i to mask my self...in this wicked world.

who knows but me

...how i feel

...what i think

...how much i hate u

...the things tht run thru my mind

...how hard i try

..im wondering nd thinkin

who else knows but me..

who else hears my cries for help

..i feel like im goin krazzii

..although i kno im not...its just my thought tryna find sum wher to go..

...o how cramped my head is...thought after thought AFTER THOUGHT!!!

...i wanna stop thinkin...stop feeling...stop tryin...just stop everythin ..

sumone pass me the remote so i kan stop this movie...

must b a movie...this kant b reality...or kan it..