Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My song entitled: Make Better Decisions

I wrote this song when I was fourteen years old. Aww, memories. I was inspired to write this song because of the song "That Thing" by Lauryn Hill. I wish she was still writing/singing/rapping. She was way ahead of her time. Enjoy!
                                                     Make Better Decisions


It doesn’t hurt that bad, that’s what they say
And from the experience I’ve had, it’s not that way
They just wanna hit, don’t you see?
Don’t settle for a little bit
There’s a lot more for you and me

Chorus
Make better decisions baby girl
Cause you’re in no position to bring a child in this world
You’ll bring division in your home
And you don’t wanna be left alone

Don’t sell your soul for sex it leads to Hell
Always plan your next step don’t plan to fail
Listen to what I say because it’s true
These little boys don’t care a thing about you

Chorus

My poem entitled: Reflection

I wrote this poem when I was about six months pregnant with my firstborn son, Micah. Enjoy. I still love this poem dearly!


Reflection

I see my reflection in you
You’re so beautiful
My baby boy
You bring me so much joy

A baby!
Who would have thought that someone who was just figuring out how to become a woman is now having a baby?
Here you come without warning
Putting me through pleasure and pain
Making me eat everything in sight
And making me gain weight

So long to all of my futures plans
I guess now I have to share those plans with you
Of course, we can’t leave Daddy out, now can we?
Do you see him crying? 
He said he wouldn’t cry
But look at you
You ARE beautiful
You’re a miracle, just like a ray of sunshine

I see my reflection in you
You’re so beautiful
My baby boy
You bring me so much joy

Tell me, what was it like talking to God?
Did you choose me to be your mommy?
Did God approve of me?
Well, whatever the case may be
You’re here now
And I’m so proud
We’re so proud

I see my reflection in you
You’re so beautiful
My baby boy
You bring me so much joy




My poem entitled: Welcome to my World

This poem is a little flirtatious, confident, and even a little empowering.


Welcome to My World

In a world that’s constantly changing
Meet someone who is constant
I know what you’re thinking
What makes me special?
The way I talk
The way I dress
The way I carry myself
Perhaps, it is what I wear
Or how I do my hair

The truth is, I’m a step above anything you’ve ever experienced
Anything you’ve ever known
Any woman you’ve ever seen
Beauty, sensuality, compassion, sophistication
All of that is me
Combine deep brown eyes, full lips, intellect, and charm
Don’t you want me on your arm?

I’m not a dream or fantasy
This is not a façade or mirage
I am a part of the most elite group of women to walk this Earth
I am a woman who knows who she is: nobility
So bow down, boy
I may be tangible, but can you catch me?

My poem entitled: Take it Away

Take it Away

Can you take it away?
All of this pain I feel inside
Please remove any emotion that interferes with Your peace in my life
Although I’ll never understand why pain is so necessary
But I know that I need to change my ways and carry
Everything to you in prayer
So I meet you half-way, will you be there?

Can you take it away?
I don’t care anymore what You need to do
Can I lift my burdens off my shoulders and lay them at Your feet?
I refuse to accept defeat
Dear Lord, please take all of this pain
Take it all away
Didn’t Jesus bear my pain?
Isn’t His loss of human life my gain?
Take it away

My song entitled: I'm Your Mommy Now

I wrote this song when I was pregnant with Micah back in 2005. I still get teary eyed when I sing this one. Enjoy! :)


I’m Your Mommy Now

I don’t know what to do
But God has given me you
You have taken me by surprise
I can’t believe this is true
It’s a huge responsibility
And I don’t have it all together
But I’m giving you all of me
And we’ll figure this out together

I’m your mommy now
And we will make it somehow
Please, if you can hear my voice, I’m so sincere
I’m not going anywhere, I’ll always be here

I just want to apologize, sometimes me and Daddy fight
I’ll try my best not to cry so you don’t feel my pain inside
I promise Daddy and me will work this out
It will always be he and me and you
We might be poor in wealth but we’re rich in love
And we’ll do whatever we have to do for you

I wish we could have planned you
God knows you deserve a better me
But when you’re older you’ll understand
That it’s hard but I’m trying and he’s trying
We’re trying

I’m your mommy now
And we will make it somehow
Please, if you hear my voice, I’m so sincere
I’m not going anywhere, I’ll always be here

My song entitled: Enough

Enough

What does she do that I don’t do?
Whatever it is is it enough?
Is it enough to throw away these years with me down the drain?
Young love, that’s what people would say
They said we wouldn’t make it past the first day
But now I’m thinking that it could’ve been true
I’m starting to suspect that I’m just not enough for you

What does she say, what does she do?
Tell me baby, is it enough?
And if so, just let me know, so I can go
Cause I’ve had enough

What does she say that I don’t say?
Tell me baby, is it enough?
Sneaking around and making up lies
Is it because you want to tell me good-bye?
If that’s the case, be on your way!
There are no hard feelings, I promise babe!
Do me this one thing: make her happy
Don’t you dare hurt her the way you hurt me

What does she say, what does she do?
Tell me baby, is it enough?
And if so, just let me know, so I can go
Cause I’ve had enough

My Untitled Limericks I, II, and III

I had to write limericks as an assignment for a creative writing class I had in 2005. These are goofy and silly at best but enjoy them anyway! LOL :)



Limerick I

There was a young girl with a fro
Who wanted to be in a show
To New York she went
And met 50 Cent
And became his video ho

Limerick II

I knew a young man with a beard
Who looked kind of funny and weird
But I gave him a chance
For naughty romance
And it was as bad as I feared

Limerick III

I used to love coffee and tea
But now I know it’s not for me
Because I am mean
With too much caffeine
And it gives me a lot of acne!

My poem entitled: Lucky, Little Girl

Lucky, Little Girl

Lucky you, little girl
You’re so blessed to be young
What I wouldn’t give to be you
So innocent and dumb

As I’m shooting this photo
Your face is ever glowing
I guess that’s the beauty
The beauty of not-knowing

Your mother and your father
Are in pain and need help
Isn’t innocence bliss?
You only think of yourself

Your parents don’t get along
They fight and they cry
But you’re not aware of it
You don’t care to know why

It hurts me to look at them
You’re the only happy child
Your brother and sister know the deal
As they plaster on phony smiles

So say cheese cutie pie
Share your innocence with the world
Enjoy your ignorance while you can
You lucky, little girl

My poem entitled: The Purse

This poem is loosely based on a true life experience.  Comment and enjoy!


The Purse
                                                                               
As I sit in silence and wait for the nurse
My legs stick together like two wet stamps
Tears fall down my eyes to make me feel worse
Why couldn’t I just carry a purse?

My mother used to carry a big brown one
It was filled with candy and gum and money
She could always make an awkward moment feel fun
Where is a girl’s mom when she needs one?

Everyone says that I’m a child already grown
But I still like Barney and Sesame Street
It’s not like I’m ready to live away from home
Though my body is making changes of its own

Couldn’t somebody, anybody warned me of this?
Of this red river streaming steadily down my thigh
Why isn’t my mom here to explain this?
Why must a girl even go through this?

The nurse finally arrives with my dad
Whose face appears to smile or laugh, I can’t tell
The nurse assures me that I shouldn’t feel bad
She wipes my tears and gives me this pink pad

I’m not even sure if I should feel hurt
After all growing up is just a part of life
My innocence this cloud called puberty did curse
Why couldn’t I just carry a purse? 

My poem entitled: Deadbeat

Warning: Mature Content
I wrote this poem for a creative writing class I had in 2005. This poem is fictional and not based on a real life experience. Comments welcomed and enjoy!


Dead Beat

Tell the children to stop crying and screaming
You’re not dying
You’re not even hurt
You’re only sobbing for show

Your questions pierce my pride like a knife
 “Where have you been?” “Who is she?” “Why don’t you love me?”
And you wonder why I do these things to you
I don’t owe you a damn thing
And you judge me like you’re God

I beat you, like to you, cheat on you, and I drink all our money away
Yet you’re still here pestering me like some stray dog that I should have never fed
Your children are so annoying
I don’t love them, I barely love you
Their own father hates them, but he probably hated you more
As do I

What about my needs?
I’m still young and handsome
When other women smile at me, I hurt
Because I know deep down inside they know that I deserve better than you
But yet I’m stuck with you like some incurable disease

But you won’t ever leave me
I’m your medicine
You’re used to me
You must love the taste of your own blood in your mouth
Or is it that you love me more than you love yourself?

My poem entitled: Talk to Me

Warning: This poem has mature content. I wrote this for a poetry class I was enrolled in 2005. Please enjoy and comment away!


Talk to Me

Do you notice me when I’m crying in my sleep?
Is it becoming too much to see?
I guess love is just a word that can be thrown in the air
Or maybe you just don’t care

I don’t understand why you’re being so hard to persuade
You’re cold as ice
Your love is changing
I feel like running away

When I see you, all I see is you hiding from me
Frustration sinking in and anger is steadily building up
You don’t want to know the things my heart and mind are telling me
I can’t wait to get you alone so I can sit you down

And tell you all the things on my heart
I don’t us to be apart
But separation is inevitable
Yes, even though the sex is incredible
Is isn’t enough
I need love
I need YOUR love

Stop looking away from me
Don’t make me stand in front of the TV
Dammit, look at me!

I can’t take it anymore!
I’m throwing your things on the floor!
I’m so sick of your nonchalance
I think it’s time I finally evened out the score
I’m so tired of your shit, so I’m out the door

WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Introduction

Thank you for taking time out of your busy life to read my literary blog. I am a wife, mother, and senior in college, so I can definitely relate to having a hectic lifestyle. This blog will be strictly for posting my literary criticisms, my poems, short stories, essays, and songs. I hope to get some feedback both positive and constructive. If you love food, please visit my other blog at www.fallonlovewithfood.blogspot.com. No, it is not  a typo. It does say, fall "on" love with food. There's a perfectly good explanation for that. Fall "in" love with food as a URL address was taken. Anyway, thank you for your support for both blogs. I will try to reply to comments with a 24/48 hour window. Thank you all again. Happy reading! :)