Let me sit in my misery dont try to carry me i know they say it likes company but i don't so let me be no rewind replay or repeat dont let my smile deceit that i want to be around i got a head ache its like a pound or a loud sound running me in circles like a clown dragging me down speaking in a low tone so my voice could rome if you don't understand me you don't understand my poem
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY warneraliyah
Why LiveDo you ever wonder what’s the purpose of living . I wake unhappy go to sleep unhappy dying in my own nightmare we call life every second of breathing its becomes apparent that I am closer to death corrosive on the inside why would I bother with life when death seems more peaceful I been dying since a child I been told to hold on to hope , my own mom and dad gave me up for the world to take. Everyone who I love has slowly wither away so explain why I can not be with them . No One quite understands me they say I am crazy . Or I have no reason to be depressed I an unhappy because my best will never beat the test, I will constantly fail, I will constantly be sad that I lost myself and the people who I thought I could trust talk about me like I am no more than wind in the dust or dust in the wind . Again I ask what the point of living?  |
PushPush green for go A misguided life on the Road, no time for shady People put them on hold The strong will survive and The weak will fold, pay Close attention as your Surroundings take hold of Your intentions turning Them into your Conflictions, lost souls in Another Dimension Waiting for something to Surpass the shame trying Play the game with no Other people to blame Now put your face on for The show one false move And they will know strap On and Push green for go. |
OwnershipHow does it feel to know we no longer own our owns minds because we are selling it peice by price over time first we sold a percentage to drugs that made us feel high in life and on top once addicted we could never stop, than we sold to the videos who taught us how the gangster life goes remember trust know hoes next we sold a piece to each person we ever met that reminded us life is bet you either lose or take my hand I just want a journey of life for that will never end we sale a piece to hatred all the time he shortens us a lot with nickels and dimes telling us to never trust no one they all want to shoot you down like a gun, another piece goes to religion telling us we must live under gods living but there are so many gods who's really doing the forgiving? We sold what we have left to the Internet just to dress half naked turn up post it and watch the likes after doing so much selling we become walking advertisements for free show the you how the future society should be our ... |
Little black girlLittle black girl don't Be ashame you came from poverty and such a cold game, little black girl twerking is what you do to get attention and to feel beautiful You need extra long extensions, little black girl ashamed of a darker skin so showing it all to the world makes you feel Sexier within little black girl forgot the importance of life how giving up you crotch will not make you a wife little black girl can't find independence forgot our descendants have fought for our respect but you have been white washed by America I bet little black girl nicki minaj and beyonce are your idols but teaching you to behave so unrealistically popping your a** and freaking but not teaching you how to be women they are not real just poster perfect the worthiness of them is worthless little black girl your losing your way looking trife having kids make be beautiful but it's not life to be so young and give up your youth it time little black girls see the truth little black girl I want to say to yo... |
What I want in a guyWhat I want in a guy is someone who is fly, Not in the sense of looks but in the sense of knowledge with the books, I want him to be ambitious I want my guy to be specifically created for me i want my guy to keep me on my toes not a guy who cheats with hoes, I don't want my guy to be to sensitive but just enough to care for my feelings, I don't want my guy to be a rough neck but he can keep me in check, my guy can be black,white, Mexican, Indian or Asian he just got to keep my heart blazing with fire, I want a guy who can make me retire from my old self and make me feel like a new me hate to say it my guy just will not exist in reality. |
Dedication poem to TUPACEver since hearing tupac I've never had a hardship I couldn't get through because every rap he had was like a song I related to,  keep your headup brought me back to life when I felt dead  we not meant to survive because it's a set up forgive but don't forget keep girl your head up,  life goes on was one of my favorite songs I think about when I feel alone so many people fell people victim to the street when I'm am awake is when i mostly dream praying there is really a heaven for me thugz mansion gets me it so real it helped me deal a place to spend my quiets nights theres so much pressure in this life of mine everytime i think I feel like my thoughts are a crime because people don't agree with me to damn busy being naive leading room for their intelligence to be stolen by thieves but not pac he put the word together for me ain't no place I would rather be chilling with homies and families sky high iced out paradise in the sky no need for drugs to feel high or low tupac rhy... |
LifeLife has finally brought me to my knees every time I try to do better something or someone knocks me my mother don't care, daddy never been there, auntie dead, brother has lost his mind, cousins kick me from behind I feel so blind even though the trauma is happening in front of my eyes tell me why am I breaking down tears cloudings my thoughts everyone says it will get better I know it's lies because since I was born there's been a chip on my shoulder that until every year I got older my life would get colder everyone around hurting me and I'm looking for who is next to cut me deep, I don't trust know one with my feelings so I have thoughts thrown in the back of my head because these people twist the things that you said and use it against you like a weapon if I fell off the earth today everyone would swear they love and miss me but where was you at when I needed you to care for me mentally and physi... |
My Cypher rapI creep in into this beat and do it so cold if you haven't heard about me its time youve been told don't do this for free somebody got to pay the toll you  do not  really really want the problems to unfold I'm only 19 years old and seen some of the realist that could take soul like poof  there's no need for proof this not is not first 48 we already know the truth I get kind ballistic make sure you making sense when I am talking to you kind insane in the membrane so stay in you lane and if I take up all the time I won't need a beat to dock the time that I spend on these rhymes never been a busta so I'm keep spitting overtime  and acapella this rap brush my teeth put my weave in then take a nap  running circles around these lyrics just to give them up and reimbursed if you beat it it up I hit first |
My Best Poem Yet: KarmaOnly the weak search for vengeance while the wise knows the results will be endless As karma is his own man he will come back around again As soon as you take matters into you own hands you better think How to every chain there is a link watching  your own back can't even Blink feeling you were wronged so you must get revenge but the situation is prolonged Now you have been got and totally shot for your yearning to get who got you That karma missed them and hit you |
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Facebook while going down your timelime I seen something  crazy and caught my eyes  a thirteen year old girl spitting game at guys taking pics like she ready for them between her thighs she not the only one to blame these grownmen should be ashame excuse my language theres a bigger picture in the frame the reflection  of these little girls is on the mom and the dad always playing the games lightening and feuling the fire to the flames  Facebook while going down your time line I seen something crazy and it caught my eyes young boy on Facebook banging and risking thier lives like the hood gives a damn if they live or die sipping syrup just to get the feeling they are high but let be honest we all know only thing with wings can physically fly |