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Oh man, so i was scrolling through "My Art" page and I couldn't help but laugh at some things. Those poems are old, The newer ones I just post for you guys but oh man. It's funny to look back on these things. I've grown so much as a writer I would like to think.

Call em Out

So I was asked to write a poem for church. And in respects to the holiday season, this is what I came up with. It's light humoured and more conversational but it gets the point across !  Oh, and it's a true story!

You know, children can always tell when somethings just doesn't make sense
Cause children are always the most honest
Even though they haven't been here the longest, they can always call you on it.
So by the age of 5 i realized that- some people needed calling out.
It was the christmas season. I was in grade one making holiday crafts in class
Drawing doodles and gluing noodles to pieces of construction paper
That my parents will only pretend to like- C'mon. We know you do it.
So some little girl started to talk about santa claus and how she can't wait for him to come
She'd been a very good girl this year with all the great things that she's done.
Now... remember what I said about children being honest?
Well, that's how I work into the story.
I accidentally ruined her image of santa and said,
"Little girl. Santa ain't real. Santa is your mom and dad buying your presents and your christmas meal.
See those people putting money in your university funds? Yeah they're the ones...."
And to this day I have never seen a kid cry so fast and so horribly in my life.
And the only thing I could think of at that moment was
"Well dang. Wait until she finds out about the easter bunny"
But the situation wasn't funny cause fast forward to the end of the day at my detention
Constantly bickering at my teacher cause I wasn't through
I couldn't believe I was getting in trouble for telling the truth!
My parents taught me that christmas was about Jesus's birth
I learned how his coming was the beginning of hope on earth
And I swear I ain't lying cause I saw my momma read it from His Word
So... why am I sitting here?
Last week little Timmy told me that God ain't real
And no one stopped to figure how that made me feel
And... he isn't sitting here...
Why are we encouraging our children to lose the main focus
Buying them dozens of presents and magical hocus pocus
The recognition of Christ shouldn't only happen once a season
When he's the reason why your breathing...
As a kid I knew that you could give me a billion gifts but I only needed one.
And I accepted it from God when he gave me his son
See it's funny at that age I knew what things were all about
That's why by the age of 5 I realized,
Somethings needed to be called out.

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NEW POEM- Staying Awake

I KNOOOOOW. it's been so long since I put anything of my own up. To be honest, I just never felt like writing anything :s And every time I try to force something, it comes out horrible. This here is pretty alright. I was feeling it at the moment, hopefully I'll like it tomorrow. :p But good or bad, I will always share my stuff ! <3 

My mind has proven to be a very misleading place

It keeps fucking with my reality

I mean, have you ever had a dream so sweet

That you wake up unpleased to see

That it ain't real?

They say a dream is a wish your heart makes

So I stood up straight, eyes wide open trying to stay awake

And not fall into the fate of that dream world.

Cause to be honest my subconscious has been fucking with me.

Taking me to places in my mind I don't really want to be

Cause life and reality has taught me that the things I thought were manageable

Are no longer tangible

And I refuse to harbor false hopes in my heart

And get disappointed again.

Yes.

Again.

It's funny how life shits on you so often

Happy memories fade away but the bad ones are never forgotten

I never knew that 'happily ever after'

Was a screen play written strictly for actors

And I never got a hand of that script

So every day Hollywood tries to mimic my life

But they never quite get the gist.

So I could never quite relate to the stories flashing in my face

Between the 40 inches of my flat screen

Cause they conveyed the dreams I was afraid of.

See, romantic comedies never sat too fond with me

Cause if my life was a movie,

All you'd see is players and broke niggas trying to holler at me

So you see why I refuse to dream?

If it's not one thing, then it's always the other

Either we ain't on the same page or I'm just another

And even on my worst days I am not about that life.

See reality has taught me that it is full of men

Who won't talk to me in public, but are pushing for private conversations

Thoughts only leaving me debating on

"How exactly am I going to kill him"

Should I draw my blade or play it safe and walk away?

But today, I didn't hesitate with that I had to say.

So the sharpest blade I had flung out

With it, scrapping the roof of my mouth

As that two headed axe I call my voice started to speak

"Men like you disgust me. Literally making me sick.

At what point did you take a complete 180 from your mother's teachings

and become the ultimate prick?

Thinking that you can holler at any chick

Just to get a quick fix? well fix this.

Your most unattractive attribute is your lack of seriousness.

Men like you ask me why I don't fucks with them

Why I find it so difficult to put trust them

So I ask them why they findit so difficult to keep a damn promise.

Correct me if I'm wrong, or you can bow down to my honest, and truthful opinion.

Yeah, I aint feeling em

See, I don't believe a word from motherfuckers like you.

Phoney brothers like you,

Not worth my time, yet keep my self esteem constantly under review

There is absolutely nothing to discuss, cause we don't even relate.

This is exactly why I am up so late, constantly fighting to stay awake.

Cause reality taught me that the majority of men- though it seems

All have schemes.

See it's niggas like you,

That make it impossible for girls like me

To even try and dream"

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ME AND MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING OUR OWN RADIO SHOW!

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its been a while.

HELLO!
Once again school is in full focus and I am swamped with work and assignments.
BUT I have fell upon something amazing. It aint nothing new but if any of you have the chance,
please check out the toronto poetry slam website. The next event taking place is, The Toronto Poetry Slam featuring the Ottawa Slam Team ! Saturday September 24th  at the Drake Hotel downtown on 1150 Queens St, West ! doors open at 7pm and its only 5 dollars.

Now, if interested in participating, you will have to sign up at 730pm.
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