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KEEPING IT REAL SERIES POEM#3: BASIC B******

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If you are taking pictures with, dirty clothes on the floor, trash, panties with nasty stains, and dirty bed sheets, you know you a basic b****, you know you should have cleaned up that mess before you put that pic on a tweet. Â If your kids are in pissy diapers, with a bottle in their mouth in the same room, while there mother is spread eagle, or taking any kinds of pictures with her a** out then you are considerd a basic b****, what's Â that about. Â If you spend your whole pay check at walmart on a club outfit,acrylic nails and a purple weave, yet you have to steal and or borrow money for your kids to have pampers and Â to eat, your a real basic b****, at least that's what i believe. Â If you walk around telling your girls that your weave was $500, but your girls know you secretly got it for $5 at the little korean store,right next to the liquor store, you a basic b**** while you thought it was a secret your girls found out before. Â If you tell a dude you can "Throw down" but you know you can't even make hot dogs, your a basic b**** and a fraud. Â If you sing Beyonce song upgrade, but nothing on you has been upgraded since 1990, then you are a basic b**** there's no denying it. Â If you have to go to the library to check your facebook, you a basic b**** how do you think that looks. Â If you got 5 kids with 5 different baby daddy's,Â but your the first one to start off and talk aboutÂ somebody, you are a basic b**** theres no doubt about it. Â If you walk around, face looking good, with a body to match, but when you get to your feet you got ashy a** feet heals, its like damn, what's up with that. This is just a few things a basic b**** would do, Now after reading this, I bet you know some to. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â

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		DreamPoet says: This poem was to funny, I actually know people do these types of things. Another great poem ma. Funny as hell.. poems by this commentor CUCKOO-CLOCK Poetry Inspiration
		tretre says: Thank you DreamPoet! I had a hard time writing this because im not a fan of profanity so, But i know a few people who actually does these things. Inspiration for my poetry comes from people i actually know. Thanks for showin love. Keep that pen movin DreamPoet! poems by this commentor You and I A good poem to me is? Poets & poetry

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY tretre

Demon Time:

Anger, frustration, temptation, and greed, faced with uncertianty, in time of need, Bullets with no names, hitting bodies with no shame, no discrimination any one can get it. The heart of the jungle where demons reside, gripping that drako ready to slide, no fear, no hesitation, next body down, ready for cremation.

The Intruder

I sit here tonight at my window watching the rain fall swiftly,

knowing once it was held gently, in the softness of a cloud;

until an intruder came, causing friction, and the soft cloud burst

letting go the rain in many drops.

I sit here tonight thinking, how much like the soft cloud and the rain,

you and I are knowing once I was held gently,

until an intruder came, causing fricion, and my loving heart burst

letting go the tears in many drops.

Passion Poem#6

I waited at the entrance of the front door, as he slowly opened the it,

I smiled...slowly grabbing him by his tie, a passionate kiss exchanged, as he ran

His hands from my hips, slowly down to my thighs. He paused.... tossing down his keys,

Turning round I walked over to the couch, the way my body swings as he watched me from behind,

He followed with ease. He stepped a little closer, taking in his scent, sent shivers down my spine,

His kisses I did not decline. pulling him down on top of me, he smiled.... his eyes connected with mine,

I whispered in his ear “I’ll give you what you need, just come to me and get it” His eye brow raised, he whispered back “You will know what it means, to make love until you scream"

Passion Poem#5 Take A Look

He took me by the hand, pass the living room, pass the kitchen, to the bedroom mirror is his mission. "Pay attention and listen to me" As we both stood in front of the mirror. He whispered softly in my ear...A shiver ran down my spine, his hands entangled in mine. I waited patiently for him to speak, a moment later a kiss he placed upon my cheek. "Do you see what I see? No don't close your eyes, look into the mirror with me." I waited not wanting to look, he brushed my hair from my face " I said look with me" He gently placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head upward, forcing me to face, my moment of discomfort. "Can you see how beautiful you are to me? Bare, unmasked, flaws and all. Your beauty can't be matched." His arms wrapped around my waist, I took a deep breath ready and willing to embrace, the love and understanding that's written on his face.

Sleeping Beauty:

As I lay here and watch you sleep...a deep calm feeling rushes right through me, a smile I release...as I kiss you softly on your cheek. Gently playing with your hair, you are my breath of fresh air, no one will ever compare. Softly my finger tip move across your lips... a tear streams down my face while holding you in a warm embrace. Finally my eyes closed, a blessing..you will always be mines to hold, until the day we both grow old.

Today Is The Day:

Today is the day I begin to see, the beauty that's hidden deep within me, stopping the focus on what and who society wants me to be. Today is the day, I take back control, Don't counts me out, this is just now starting to unfold. Today is the day, I yell out loud, " No more bull from those who don't matter" I am the one and only one who can make this situation better. Today is the day, I take off the mask, to fully understand, it's ok to be hurt from the past, to be wounded like a soldier who's been shot several times, only to get back up and stare right into their eyes. Today is the day, I begin to fight with all my might, being myself morning noon, and night, despite what others may think or see, I know I have to stand strong, I have to get this right. Today is the day, I stop allowing others to pick and choose my mood, while I stand back allowing it, completely being fooled. Today is the day, I will accept who I am, if you don't like it, I don't give a damn....

Musically In Tune:

He sat near the window, the curtains blowing in the breeze, The sound of soft music played, as his fingers pressed each piano key. I watched him from a distance, no words...nothing just listened. He moved his fingers methodically, causing his rhythmic sound to embrace my whole body. Wanting him to speak, no words came out, the music he played drowned everything else out. I sat near him calmly as he continued to play...I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to wander, my thoughts led astray. Listing to him play I wanted to listen longer, the enchantment of his music got stronger and stronger the fear this would end, I wanted it to last longer. Beautiful, majestic, and pure, the mere sight of this man made me feel secure. Suddenly I get a jolt though out my body, reminding me to wake up now, because it's morning.

YOUTH

Our youth today are affected, unloved, and unprotected...The voices of their parents echoes...yelling, screaming, fighting, and crying..they hear the whisper of their soul slowly dying. They turn to the streets seeking acceptance, trying to make sense of life with their own perception, nowhere to go, no one to love them, not even a simple hug to embrace them..The streets become their home, their love, their friend, their life..what would you do if both your parents are locked up for life? The daily drama of home life is to much, the sexual abuse, the drugs, the physical abuse, the mental abuse, how could this be happing to our youth. My soul aches deep inside, being a product of the same pain , my eyes can no longer hold the tears, who do your youth turn to, when they feel they are to blame. The pain they feel will be hard to heal, some wont even know how to feel...We must not give up on our youth, in their hearts and minds their troubles become their truth. We must take a stand, ...

PASSION POEM#5: A DANCE OF UNDERSTANDING

His hands on my hips...anxiety sets in,

My mind confused, I can't...it's not a good spot to be in...

Suddenly his soft voice whispers..."You're tense...Relax..."

I take a deep breath... slowly releasing the air.

"I will go slow, take my hand... don't be afraid to let me lead"

His voice echoed in my ear.

"You ready"

Softly I whispher.."Yes..."

"Hold on tight...1..2..3...Right....left...right...left..that's it...

just move your body to match my speed..."

Hands held tightly together, we now move to the same rhythm,

Your Secret Crush#3

So it's been awhile since I've seen you,
no words could express how much I've missed you...
I wish I could tell you how often I've thought about you,
Time and time again I fought the urge to express my true feelings to you.
but I understand you have a new boo.
I have to admit, my heart was smashed under your shoe,
but how could you know, when you don't even know who's
writing to you.
I must say I'm happy for you, knowing that you have someone taking care of you....
Even though it's not me who's doing it yet, I'd wait for you forever, even if it's you who forgets.
I just want you to know I'm still here, always been here....never will I go anywhere, as long
as your looking for that special person to be there.

From Your Secret Crush:
Secretly To You: