I Fight Alone...

I stand alone...

Between yesterday and today,
No one to hold my hand but silence.
Not a whisper, not a word.
But in the distance I see violence.

I watch alone...
Two boys,
who will one day be men,
play fighting on the grass.
I was once told that horse playing can become serious,
but who cares anymore.
This is how kids pick up bad habbits.
Send them to school.

I teach alone...
Am I the only one hoping for a brighter future?
Where are the parents when wanting to discuss about a tutor.
Clubbin'
hangin' out,
doing drigs?
It's not fare that these kids don't have a chance,
when their parents are sweeping their priorities under
a rug.

I pray alone...

Posted on 18 Mar 2008 by Kay

Southern Slang!

You ever layed comfortably flat upon,
a rich surface with that lovely august breeze,
taking your mind to far away place that gives you,
comfort and piece of mind?
Have that wind ever spoken to you ever so softly?
My wind blew north of my soul and down the pasture
of realization of a new begining towards life.

That empty feeling no longer exist but inraged the fire inside and awaken the passion.

I smiled as the thought of happiness has risen upon me.
I can now run bare foot upon the land I once called home...
The life I have dreams about...
Run naked with honesty, love, and fellowship.
Storys of the definition of perfect to the eye.
Life is not as it seems but what I've made it all together.
It's funny how I've progessed so far
but I can be so close behind.
The negativity of what was and can be will someday be non -existant.
Maybe one day I will get up off this floor of life
and grab who and what I need when the oppertunity presents itself.

I wrote this poem for my wind... sad

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Posted on 10 Jul 2007 by Kay

Mommas Brown Suger

The smell of momma's brown suger in the
air on a cool april month, reminds me of the
beautiful dark shadow I once seen across my
path hiding from his potential...
The unspoken words of hellos' and goodbyes'.
The non-existent word of "us"...
The slight brush of love as the shadow pass...

Once again I smell momma's brown suger in the
air as I make way to the domecile...
The place I once played hide and go seek,
with that dark shadow on a spring evenin'.
In the far right corner of my brain I have this picture
of two pupils holding hands and giggling with secrets.
I made a sudden outburst of laughter as remember the
days of us questioning our body parts at six.

I even remember my first date.
"shhhh...don't tell momma I say..."
I cracked a slight smile for my past and for
that dark shadow that always feel to follow.
My 2nd shadow I shall say...
I'm so glad that shadow dissapeared today.

Hmmm...
The smell of momma's brown suger in the air as
I walk into a place I still call 'home'.
The slight brush on the cheek was refreshing.
The hands of an angel...
I prayed for the day we touched again.
I pray for this to never end.
He's my bestfriend.
I shall call him-shadow.
My protecor.
There it goes again...
The smell of momma's sweet brown suger in the air.

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Posted on 03 Apr 2007 by Kay

He's a man!

The tears from my lovers eyes,
caused a deep regret in my heart.
But it still does not explain his lies.

Excuses is what I'm expecting.
poor reasing is what to come.
Bad judgement will occur.
Would you beg to differ?

He's a man...
That's just it.
He loves it.
He has to hit it.
Big tits,
nice ass,
and long beautiful hair.
That nigga just have to stair.

Ugh!
The nerve of this bastard to cry...
"You don't deserve to be emotional."
I do.
I'm hurting.
"You have No morals."

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Posted on 19 Feb 2007 by Kay