Waiting...

Real Love

She said "I wanna love you but my wounds been scared to deep I don't think they can be healed..
mind lost in a maze of of pain you've been the only reason I can still feel"
See only real love she ever knew 
came from the woman she mirrors 
Fears the things I do is to good to be true
her falling in love with me is what scares her
See its been a while since I wrote a lyrical rhyme 
but with her her heart is the beats to my soul melodies 
that sings beyond the sun horizons spiritually 
so writing about her is like smoking weed with cupid to pass through time
it comes with ease
For in a world where bullets stay screaming 
police siren & tragedies stay singing the steady gospel in the hood
she always bring my mind back to peace 
Made it realistic for a trouble hood soul could sleep 
Replacing nightmares with dreams
One day I'll put...

Waiting...

The World Ain't Finna See The "Beauty" In You The Way I Do

They Stuck On The Outside You

You Know When The Make Up On

But Who Still Around When Her Tears & Broken Heart Sings Those Songs

Now I Ain't Saying I'm The Best For You

Probably Jawns Out Here That Can Offer What I Can Times Two

But I'm Real Though Noticed You When The Mask Came Off

Now I'm Just Trying To Finish This Story

Hoping You Can Add Where I Left Off

So Tell Me What's Next?.... 

Life Within A Bounce

As a young girl living in an black and white ghetto,who would of known that an simple round ball would provide my blinded soul with such colors of freedom. A home within a home I could never be rejected from, never be forced to leave if I disobeyed a rule of the game, never felt unloved for these courts where my first love, I shall never forget the name "Spalding".

Over the last year's I've seen this place break my heart as it loved and cherished the other teams, watched blood, sweat and tears comfort it's hands, and my dreams becoming life with every second I was forced to become number one in your eyes. An angel asked me "if you had the chance to trade it all in would you, trade the chances of living a normal life?".... I hesitated as if it was a trick answer but it was only my fear of the thought that if it wasn't for this ball...this game..this life where would I be...better yet if I be alive this today.

Refuge from the ...

A Song to My First Love...

My heart is sleep deprived afraid to see the image of your beauty in my dreams

I'm lost wanting to refined the material thing we once both called "Love"

Writing verses just to keep me sane from the promises that are now broken amongst shattered stars

I call it a song...

Hoping each melody matches the heart beat within your chest

As I wish for you to shed tears to the memories we shall never build as the words flow through the radio

Sing along angel, maybe now you'll play me that song in return on your piano

As the chorus turns into sweet jazz poetry, waiting on your voice to match my lips to make this a hit

but only as the song ends...hearts begins to shatter all over on the floor

while the record player scratches to find real feelings in this lusting world

Still I stand playing..singing

This is a song to you...

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