We wnt through trials of abuse and neglect,
many things we'll never forget.
We still came out with heads held high,
isn't it time we get some respect?
Can't believe that racism dragged on this long,
and no one cares to fix what's wrong.
It may take a while to end the problem,
but one day we must all get along.
When history repeats, it's almost like a sequel,
and yet there are still racist people.
The thought of racism is just insane,
when are people going to realize that we're all equal?
We should support each other when things get hard,
But instead you choose to disreguard,
The people who are here for you to love,
But still you keep your heart in a guard.
So let judgement fly like winter wind,
and find someone new to befriend,
and after the first step of change,
let racism gradually descend.
Monday, July 27, 2009
My Words
Emotions let out with no words
because my words are trapped inside me.
Anger and sadness built up inside,
sometimes make a tear fall, calmly I cry
but still my words are trapped inside me.
Frustration and confusion bring misunderstandings to my life,
chaos surpasses my joy,
yet my words are trapped inside me.
Trust in a friend,
friend being the who catches my tears when they fall,
there for support, a person I should be able to speak my mind to,
but nevertheless my words are trapped inside me.
Through my growth from a child that cries when she falls down
to where I am now, inspite of everything,
my words are trapped inside me.
because my words are trapped inside me.
Anger and sadness built up inside,
sometimes make a tear fall, calmly I cry
but still my words are trapped inside me.
Frustration and confusion bring misunderstandings to my life,
chaos surpasses my joy,
yet my words are trapped inside me.
Trust in a friend,
friend being the who catches my tears when they fall,
there for support, a person I should be able to speak my mind to,
but nevertheless my words are trapped inside me.
Through my growth from a child that cries when she falls down
to where I am now, inspite of everything,
my words are trapped inside me.
Support! + Follow me on Twitter
I've finally decided to publish my poetry. Maybe it's beacuse the people on twitter been pumping my head that I'm a good writer. LOL. Well I really need this continued support I really appreciate it! So I'm going to post some poems right now so check them out! Thanks! Peace, Love, and Poetry! P.S. that's what I decided to call my book! =) Follow me on twitter! www.twitter.com/love_my_music
Sunday, July 19, 2009
My First Love
my very first love.
moving to the sound of you
ever since all I could do
was bob my head.
every beat I hear
I'm moving to it
it doesn't feel right
if you're not loud in my ear
with you, no problems exist
only a bridge, a chorus, and verses
let me hear it, let me love it
got to love music!
moving to the sound of you
ever since all I could do
was bob my head.
every beat I hear
I'm moving to it
it doesn't feel right
if you're not loud in my ear
with you, no problems exist
only a bridge, a chorus, and verses
let me hear it, let me love it
got to love music!
Vincent
Just the sight of you
puts a smile on my face
I love you cousin
This is a little haiku I wrote for my little cousin! He lives with his grandma and he came out here today to visit and I love being around him! He's my source of happiness!
Sunset
If the sun set one day and never rose again and you knew it was going to happen would you tell anyone?
who would you tell?
would you watch the sun rise that morning?
who would you spend your last day in the sun with?
what would you want to do your last day in the sun?
would you watch the sun set?
how would you feel after the sun set?
now just imagine if you didn't know it was going to happen.
the sun would just set and never rise again.
I wrote this beacuse I watched the sun rise a few times this summer and it was actually really interesting and I feel that it gave me a positive outlook on the rest of the day.
Mi' Corazon!
She's my rock!
You hurt her and I'll hurt you.
That simple statement
holds so much truth.
She brought me in this world,
and I'll take you out for her.
Real anger comes out of me
when she gets hurt.
She held me close
when she heard my cries.
Some wishfor a mother
as special as mine.
The ear to listen,
and shoulder to lean on,
she gives it to
and expects nothing in return.
I could talk for hours about her
but I'm pretty much done.
I just wanted to let you know
how much I love my mom.
The name of this is "Mi' Corazon" because that's what I call my mom. For those who don't know it means my heart in spanish and that's exactly what she is. My mother is my heart!
You hurt her and I'll hurt you.
That simple statement
holds so much truth.
She brought me in this world,
and I'll take you out for her.
Real anger comes out of me
when she gets hurt.
She held me close
when she heard my cries.
Some wishfor a mother
as special as mine.
The ear to listen,
and shoulder to lean on,
she gives it to
and expects nothing in return.
I could talk for hours about her
but I'm pretty much done.
I just wanted to let you know
how much I love my mom.
The name of this is "Mi' Corazon" because that's what I call my mom. For those who don't know it means my heart in spanish and that's exactly what she is. My mother is my heart!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
July 7, 2009 (Day of Michael Jackson's Memorial)
As soon as I woke up this morning I walked in the living room and my mom, little cousin, and uncle were watching the Michael Jackson Memorial. I sat down and did NOT get up until it was over. It was very touching and entertaining. I was strong though I only cried once, when Paris talked at the end. My point of this is that Michael Jackson was a phenomenal guy, I didn't have the honor of seeing him in person but I feel like I've known him my whole life. I feel that way because he inspired me and even my peers even though we may not realize it. I was dancing like Mike today and realized it was just like a dance we started doing a few months ago out here in the bay area. I don't think whoever made it up realized that but it's the effect Michael had on EVERYONE!
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