Evolution

Evolution - change over time; adaptation to a new evenriroment; growth sparatically.
From an evolutinary perspective u have made me a better person,
i have grown to know that your "i love yous" mean nothing
and that your soft hugs
and lucous kisses
are sealed with a promise to make me be a fool in love
well i have evovled
i kno now that u are nothin but an environmental disaster waiting to errupt
a volcanic explosion distroying everything in its path
but wht u have not realized is that
evolution
is a non-stop process
that means tht if u didnt kno
i will move on
i will get over u
i will evolve
into a woman you cant handle
strong
and durable
cautious in the future
patient with time
because i will be happy

evolution has taken place
the waterfalls from my eyes have rinsed u from my system
evolution has prepared me to deal with the disaster uve created
and to heal and repair the damage

i have evolved into a better and wiser person that learned
my world will survive
without you.

Your Letter

so this poem i wrote in high school....its elementry but i like it...i hope u do to..lol

You left ur letter nailed to my door
and i believ i told u once before
when u called me a little past nine
that u were nothing and not worth my time
but as i opened ur neatly written letter
it made me imagine that things cud be better
but u were caught up in the games u played
tht u fell in the hole tht u made
as i read u continued to say
the u would want it no other way
for u to have me once more
to hold cherish and adore
u said u loved my personality
and my keen sense of reality
as i got close to the end
noone of this made sense
seeing as tho u went to be with ur future wife
and didnt even give me a good bye
this letter doesnt mean shyt to me
seeing as tho it was written in fraudilant ink
your letter ill keep as proof of ur lies
and THIS time im the one saying goodbye....

Dumb Love

no matter wht he does
no matter wht he says

the words my heart mutters
linger on in my head

i cant shake this feeling
of making the wrong choice

i love him, its dumb love
but its better than no love

lonliness can make you feel
and do dumb things
reguardless of ur name

well today my name is Stupid
cuz im in Dumb Love

G-SPOT

Slippery when wet
round and firm
finger-licken good

soft kisses, small wishes
back-arching, name calling
slowly reaching my top

small spot, soft spot
red button tht says GO!!
erect tounge making circles
so so very slow

two fingers go deep
searching for its niche
while my body shivers
and quivers
being an unprofessional snitch

climax approaching hard and fast
G-SPOT has been hit
no stopping the overflow now!

Mother and Daughter

Mother and Daughter inseparable

without a father figure in either life

they lived off the men who gave them tht pleasure

14 years apart they were like best friends

until Mother took her life

she didnt want her unborn child to be subjected to tht life long disease that
one of her playmates gave her with out her permission

heartbroken by her best friends dealth

Daughter went and found a corner of many where she could vent her pain

... to any male with a fat wallet and erection

shes only been o this earth for 15 years and yet her life is over

2 babies born into this world by a mother who never had a mother herself

they will now become part of the statisic which destroys our society

this is the story of Mother and Daughter
...who engulfed in deadly pleasure

i turned on my tv this morning and the headlining story is "Mother and Daughter killed by sex"

Blue Ocean

Im going HAM on this blog shyt....i think i love it!! anywho heres another poem..i hope u enjoy.


as the waves of my heart disappear
in tht deep blue ocean of my life
all my hidden and burdened
secrets and memories, everything that i have loved
and still do are locked in a box
a burried treasure chest with my loves name on it
that has sunken to the bottom
unable to reach the surface or civilization
and if i ever find him he will have the key to my treasure chest
and only he will be able to unlock it
unlock the true ME
the young
black
determined
hurt
God-Fearing
single mother that i am
and only he will be able to swim in
my deep blue ocean....

Pen and Paper

i wanna write
i wanna put my pen to my paper
and tell them how i feel
maybe they can help me figure out how i feel

i have a lil pink book

with black and white argile on the front

she listens to me pretty often...

but no one can seem to help me figure things out

my heart is heavy

my head is confused

so many emotions and so many thoughts

i was always taught that confusion is of the devil

well he lives in my mind

and sometimes my heart and it hurts

sometimes it gets so bad i have to sit and breathe

or smoke a blakk when neccesary

sometimes i loose my pen in the mix

i can never keep up with them

they are so unreliable and unpredictable too

u only really find 1 or two good pens inn a box

but in the middle of the night when my mind wonders

and the devil starts playin tricks

it always goes back to paper..

sometimes i dont need a pen because the words are written for me

directly TO me

not in a pink book with black and white argile

but a plain book with 2 words on the front

that everytime i read those words

and open that book

someone hears me

they hear my heart

they hear my mind

they ease the pain

they evict the devil

they show me the direction i need to go in

i dont always need a pen

but i will always have HIS word written on my paper