I'm black & white, I'm a tad short too!
I don't know my insides to well, but I know I'm different.! I was once a person who didn't care about anything but today I'm a girl Thats slightly confused & unsure.! I know I wanna be a women but for now I'll stay a child.!! I'm a person that don't care what people call me but I know it's not what they say because my grandmother always told me its all about what I answer to
I know who the true me is.!!
Monday, May 28, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Your secret crush.
Most days I catch myself staring at u in Math class.
And on all of these days I'm thinking of new ways to love you so deeply even God can feel it.
I hate those rainy days.
When the window shades are drawn
and the room's dark.
When I look at your skin, on your cheek
It looks like your crying because the rain shows
So clear on the
Window that it shows on
Your face too.!
I know how you feel
At night.
You hold yourself, crying, gripping your favorite pillow because you love
Someone you THINK
You can't have.
I know how you feel at night
Because I feel the same way too.
I don't know if
Its me you think you
Can't have but someday I want
You to take me away.!
Take me off into your world.
I wanna fly on your magic carpet.
I want us to
Be like Jasmine & Aladdin
In that Disney movie.!
But in our case it
Will be, Jasmine & Jazzmine
Flying off on a magic
Carpet into your world. I don't
Care what your outsides look like as
Long as your insides aren't rotten.
Your standing in this very room.
When I look left then look right
I just know I'll see you,
Because your always on the right side of
My heart.
Sorry if I give
You goose bumps as
I read this & maybe tomorrow I'll be
Sorry I ever read this.
But as of now I don't care.!!!
I just wanna clasp your
Face between my 2 palms
And hold u like no one
Ever held me.
I wanna make u my business
So when people tell me that anything
Involving you is non of by business
I can say,
I love u & your all the business
I need.
So there, your my business.
Im your secret crush & I need you.!!
And on all of these days I'm thinking of new ways to love you so deeply even God can feel it.
I hate those rainy days.
When the window shades are drawn
and the room's dark.
When I look at your skin, on your cheek
It looks like your crying because the rain shows
So clear on the
Window that it shows on
Your face too.!
I know how you feel
At night.
You hold yourself, crying, gripping your favorite pillow because you love
Someone you THINK
You can't have.
I know how you feel at night
Because I feel the same way too.
I don't know if
Its me you think you
Can't have but someday I want
You to take me away.!
Take me off into your world.
I wanna fly on your magic carpet.
I want us to
Be like Jasmine & Aladdin
In that Disney movie.!
But in our case it
Will be, Jasmine & Jazzmine
Flying off on a magic
Carpet into your world. I don't
Care what your outsides look like as
Long as your insides aren't rotten.
Your standing in this very room.
When I look left then look right
I just know I'll see you,
Because your always on the right side of
My heart.
Sorry if I give
You goose bumps as
I read this & maybe tomorrow I'll be
Sorry I ever read this.
But as of now I don't care.!!!
I just wanna clasp your
Face between my 2 palms
And hold u like no one
Ever held me.
I wanna make u my business
So when people tell me that anything
Involving you is non of by business
I can say,
I love u & your all the business
I need.
So there, your my business.
Im your secret crush & I need you.!!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
When I was 13
When I was 13,
I learned how to be myself.
I learned how not fitting in was ok.
And that it was ok to be sad sometime, but in order to see some sunshine, I must walk in the rain.
When I was 13,
I formed laugh lines so thick in my face you could sworn I had seen years of happiness and not one day of pain.
At age 13, I learned what
my buttons were,
and how not to allow people to push them.
In this day in age when I was 13, most girls wanted to give there virginity to the "Lil Waka Flaka" down the street, but no, not me!
I held onto mines like it was Gods hand on judgement day, that's because I was scared.
I wasn't afraid of the popping of my cherry or the baby some girls walk around with like it's ok.
I was afraid I would be less of a women when the time came for me to actually be a women.
I wanted to be pure.!
When I was 13,
I was in the 8th grade and I rolled out the closet too.
A famous girl once said "closets are for clothes, not for people, and last time I checked I wasn't hanging from a hanger fresh from the dry cleaners, so there for yes, I'm gay.!"
Ask me who that famous girl is and I'll tell you me.
Gander is a universe and
We are all stars,
which means I'm a celebrity to the
Galaxy of crazy.
When I was 13, I became
Brave, I loved for the very first time, and kissed in that age too.
I got to know myself. Even though myself got crushed by what
She thought was love but was
Actually a 1,000 tone building of emotions
Built up in me and came crashing down like building in 911.
At age 13,
I was silly, smart, lovable, sad, mad, and most important, I stayed a child.!
I learned how to be myself.
I learned how not fitting in was ok.
And that it was ok to be sad sometime, but in order to see some sunshine, I must walk in the rain.
When I was 13,
I formed laugh lines so thick in my face you could sworn I had seen years of happiness and not one day of pain.
At age 13, I learned what
my buttons were,
and how not to allow people to push them.
In this day in age when I was 13, most girls wanted to give there virginity to the "Lil Waka Flaka" down the street, but no, not me!
I held onto mines like it was Gods hand on judgement day, that's because I was scared.
I wasn't afraid of the popping of my cherry or the baby some girls walk around with like it's ok.
I was afraid I would be less of a women when the time came for me to actually be a women.
I wanted to be pure.!
When I was 13,
I was in the 8th grade and I rolled out the closet too.
A famous girl once said "closets are for clothes, not for people, and last time I checked I wasn't hanging from a hanger fresh from the dry cleaners, so there for yes, I'm gay.!"
Ask me who that famous girl is and I'll tell you me.
Gander is a universe and
We are all stars,
which means I'm a celebrity to the
Galaxy of crazy.
When I was 13, I became
Brave, I loved for the very first time, and kissed in that age too.
I got to know myself. Even though myself got crushed by what
She thought was love but was
Actually a 1,000 tone building of emotions
Built up in me and came crashing down like building in 911.
At age 13,
I was silly, smart, lovable, sad, mad, and most important, I stayed a child.!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Stop It.!!!
STOP laughing at him.
So what he dances & man be a little gay,
Don’t you remember you’re not always straight?
Or did you forget April 15
you were my first kiss.
But never would I have allowed you to kiss me softly
forcing the hairs on the back of my neck to curl up,
If I had known you were so mean. !
STOP laughing at him.
So what he enjoys the ballet & his body doesn’t look like a walking obituary
Even though he’s fast approaching the mean
Age of 15.
God is like his satellite
& He’s his own car,
So his confidence is the steering wheel
Your constantly turning left when the arrows of the road
Clearly says turn right.
Your ignorance had landed him in a ditch
Of self confidence that’s gushing out
Of his busted heart you drove your stupidity through.
Looking at it fall, his heart is now hallow.
No heartbeat, you can hear the drops crashing to the ground
& I bet you don’t feel an inch of shame. ! ! !
Or have you forgotten about
Stupid’s little sister Karma?
She’ll be back to serve you up an order of your scrambled guts
She had freshly taken out last week
& Then she’ll leave your pride
a little runny.
I hope you enjoy the fool
You’ve made of yourself cause
Karma’s about to eat you alive, kind of how you did that boy
You’d call “Faggot,”
That enjoyed the ballet,
& May have been a little gay. !
My Grandma always says
You reap what you sow. So get ready, Granny’s
Never wrong...
So what he dances & man be a little gay,
Don’t you remember you’re not always straight?
Or did you forget April 15
you were my first kiss.
But never would I have allowed you to kiss me softly
forcing the hairs on the back of my neck to curl up,
If I had known you were so mean. !
STOP laughing at him.
So what he enjoys the ballet & his body doesn’t look like a walking obituary
Even though he’s fast approaching the mean
Age of 15.
God is like his satellite
& He’s his own car,
So his confidence is the steering wheel
Your constantly turning left when the arrows of the road
Clearly says turn right.
Your ignorance had landed him in a ditch
Of self confidence that’s gushing out
Of his busted heart you drove your stupidity through.
Looking at it fall, his heart is now hallow.
No heartbeat, you can hear the drops crashing to the ground
& I bet you don’t feel an inch of shame. ! ! !
Or have you forgotten about
Stupid’s little sister Karma?
She’ll be back to serve you up an order of your scrambled guts
She had freshly taken out last week
& Then she’ll leave your pride
a little runny.
I hope you enjoy the fool
You’ve made of yourself cause
Karma’s about to eat you alive, kind of how you did that boy
You’d call “Faggot,”
That enjoyed the ballet,
& May have been a little gay. !
My Grandma always says
You reap what you sow. So get ready, Granny’s
Never wrong...
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