Poetry
I’m here, like it or not
Big Hungry
March 9, 2005
I’m here, like it or not.
What I do
you can hate –
but can’t stop.
You don’t like me –
you can admit it.
Ask me if I care –
I’m here for a minute.
You can envy me –
‘cause my pride you can’t cut.
I’m gonna do what I do –
bet I don’t give a fuck.
I love myself –
what you say is irrelevant.
You play kiddie games –
I play with your intelligence.
The rumors you spread –
they’re not cool,
‘cause when it’s all said and done -
you gonna look like the fool.
I’m here to stay –
thought I’d let you know this.
You need to stop this shit
AND STAY FOCUSED!
Not Just Another Hood Story
by
Big Hungry
I guess you thought that was the end for me
Na’ I didn’t finish high school, but I’m getting my GED
Yeah I was young and thought I had the world in my hands
Sold dope, smoked weed, drank till I threw up, but still here I stand.
I am determined to make something of my life
Not just to be a boy’s baby’s mama, but a man’s wife.
What it is I was the bird that flew too far north, but now I’m headed south.
Now I understand differences and talk things out
Back then I was quick to hit you in your mouth
I’m here to prove that it’s all about the way you direct yourself
All hood stories don’t end bad
I didn’t start with much, but I always worked with what I had.
Daddy-Pome
Daddy left me and never came back
That’s when I started Slangin’ crack
to feed me and mama
because Daddy was gone
There was many cold
and lonely nights
Tell Mama everything
is going to be all right.
So hear me if you can
cuz I’m thinking
about why Daddy’s gone
But I try to maintain and stay strong
as a tear rolls down my cheek
I don’t even stop to blink
Then my guy got shot right
in front of my eyes
It’s like many nights it rains
but I can’t stop the pain
but if you can hold
I’m gonna make everything like it was before.
Then I change ways
No more lonely days
But yet and still Daddy’s
nowhere to be seen
and I’m still stressed
so I’m trying my best not to lose my head
and all this smoking and drinking
is not going to help
Tell me where I go from here
That’s when I join a gang
But everything remains the same
Is Daddy to blame,
what a shame to off in this game
That I didn’t have a role model
This bottle I’m drinking is getting hold
to take all my tears and sorrow away.
Then it hit me G
I don’t need Daddy
so I got on my own two feet
so I hit the streets
ran into beef
But I said, “I swear that I’m going
to make this money.
Damn, it’s good to have honey.”
Dog
So to all ya young cats wit no daddy
doin’ bad and up to no good
Just remember everything is going to be good
We don’t need no daddy to make things all right!
Chris M.
March, 2005
I hear people in their everyday life
I hear people in their everyday life
complaining about giving up,
about how hard life is,
about the hard times and tribulations.
We don’t understand where we’ve come from,
a long line of strong ancestors.
When we get whooped by our parents, we cry.
When we have to clean up, or take out the trash, we complain.
We’re always fighting each other
but our ancestors
worked hard in fields
got whooped with whips.
They sticked together, no matter what.
They taught us, “to achieve, we must believe!”
like Martin Luther King
who let freedom ring;
like Rosa Parks
who didn’t give up her seat;
like Harriet Tubman
who helped save black sisters and brothers.
They taught us that there’s a solution
to every problem-
there’s a solution!
They taught us, “Black is Beautiful!”
Black people stay strong
Cause life is not lazy.
Ebonnie C
March 10, 2005
in my heart
in my heart
deep in my soul
I truly know I lost control
of love and hate and Happiness
within the dark of my abyss
with the pain that took
I dare not take a second look
to care to find or to retrieve
will probably bring out the Hate in me
so I stand and walk away
from the pains of yesterday
with the shock I was sure to find
the pain of today is surely mine
Samuel W
my block
damn
my block hectic
crack sack
skee mask
everybody trying to eat
but thanks to Santiago
all us must creek
cause get caught slipping
you might come up missing
or split up real good
damn
my block crazy
yeah
folks get shady
but hey
that’s still the block
and some might not be
doing good as others
but that’s just how it is
on the East - Buffum!
DeMarco R
My Loved Ones That Are Resting in Peace
Pickel
Nate
Wane-Bony
Butch
-Dink-
Money
Bookie
Daries
Palako
Eric
Marjuan
My Block
My block is 2127 w. Vliet st .
Needless people hang out deep
selling crack for one another
only to kill each other.
My block’s loud and rude
where addicts roam
the streets & intrude
looking like they need
nothing but drugs
when all they need is love.
Selling drugs all night
when all the children in site.
My block so disrespectful
and corrupt.
When will no one disrupt?
Christina M
Remember Me
Remember me:
My scent, my touch my voice.
The world is filled with demons -
unwilling things that will try
to poison your mind, body and soul.
Remember the things we shared,
things we loved,
things you loved and things I loved.
Remember the heartache I felt
on the miserable days….
Think happy thoughts about life.
Don’t let the demons intrude.
When you read this letter, remember me
and say no one else will love me enough
to tell me this but my mother.
Remember me…
Love Always,
Christina M
I Used to Wish
When I was 8
I use to wish
that my mother
will love her six kids.
When I was 9
I wished she didn’t put drugs before us.
When I was 10
I wished to be a family again.
When I was 11
in the hospital, I wish I cared.
When I was 12
I just wished my mother would be there.
When I was 13
I wish she could have heard me sing.
When I was 14
I wish for my mother more than anything.
When I was 15
I wish to be normal.
When I was 16
I wish I still had hope.
I let go and now I’m seventeen.
I love myself more than anything because I’ve made it through.
But she made me this way always wishing for a mother to love,
a family to call my own, wishing where could be my next home.
I’m through wishing for her; I’m dreaming for my future.
But thanks to her for making me strong; I survived life along.
I’ve been through hell but I made it through Christ in my life.
My life was hard but I’m glad,
‘cause when I become a parent, my child will live right!
Ebonnie C
I’ve Looked
I’ve looked up and down
and all around
from north to south
from east to west
from valley to streams and seas
to find the real me.
Where do I come from
Who has made or makes me happy
whom could I trust.
I’ve looked for that person
who will be there,
for that shoulder to cry on,
for that place to call home,
for that feeling to say
I can
I will
I am
I’ll do it
I am doing it
and I’ve done it
for that confidence
every person supposed to have
to know that I’m able to make it on my own
to know whom Ebonnie Conner may be
or whom she is…..
I’ve Looked.
Ebonnie C
Who Am I?
I am somebody
I am black
I am nice
I am me at all the time
I am real
I am pretty
I’m a tre
I am smart
I am somebody
I am special
I am beautiful
I am rich
I’m ATL
I’m fun
I’m a Mom’s girl
I am somebody
I’m a team player
I’m faithful
I’m a listener
I ‘m in love with music
I’m in love with Basektball
I’m in love with Tweety Bird
I’m in love with Yellow and Black
I am somebody
To all the people who think I’m not well,I just told you who
I am and if you don’t like it “O” well becuz I’m somebody
In my own way ok!
Irayna T
Spring
Waterfall showers spray
Meadow grass ripens
Flowers begin to bloom
The Sun shines on the lagoon
Children play and laugh
Cars cruise past, just blaze
Spark your blunt and sit out
on the front porch
Talk to your friends
Get hit on by guys
Some with jobs and cars
Others living in their mother’s garage
Let the wind blow through your hair
And graze the side of your face
Beautiful miracles of nature are
setting upon the human race.
Anonymous - 2005