Over You

Roses are dead,
Violets are too.
I’m in love with someone else,
And finally over you.

I played all your self-indulgent games,
Put up with your fucked up attitudes.
Realized I was doing too much,
Never knew I was a priceless jewel.

I did my dirt,
But you did yours too.
You told all your friends our business,
And if you only knew how fake they were to you.

It’s a shame how you’d act towards me,
In front of all your so called friends.
You don’t even know how much you needed me.
I helped you stand!

But I got too much pride for that,
Way too much for you.
So I’m oh so happy,
To be completely, entirely, and absolutely…over you

Questions of How You Teach

I was taught to hold my head high.
I was taught to be strong.
I was taught to speak up,
Or not to be scared of anyone.

I taught to be confident,
And not care about the negative people say about me.
What if the negative is coming from you?
Why all of a sudden teach so differently?

I was taught to be open-minded.
Never to judge others, just leave them alone.
Now why is it so difficult to open your mind,
To someone so uniquely precious at home?

I was taught to want the word of the lord,
And everybody tries to give their all.
Mom what happened?
Why does it hurt a little when you catch me when I fall?

Is it because I was taught,
To love you unconditionally?
Short, broke, beautifully plumped, ma anything.
Why can’t you just do the same for me?

I was taught to never stay down,
Because you’d never get up to win.
Am I such a bad person,
Because in a different way I sin?

Ma, please help me.
I’m so down and I don’t see how I can stand.
You taught me before.
Please, teach me how to get up again.

I’m his

I thought about calling him

And then I second guessed myself

Re-evaluating my own motives

Am I envisioning deep conversations or complicated physical equations?

Am I being selfish, or selfless?

Am I forcing triangles into circular spaces?

I’m good at contorting others to fit in my space

Making them into what I want them to be

But I don’t ever want to bend; I will and I have

But I don’t want too.

I need a blacksmith

Someone to get me so hot I melt

Once I am shaped it will take the same amount of heat to bend me again

So I have to find a man who can keep me constantly heated

That way I’m always changing and able to grow

Have you ever met a cat that acted like a dog?

Well I have…

My granny said “if a man wants you he will call you “

But most men don’t know what’s good for them

So I pray about him and me or me and him

Allah told me that I am made for him

But it must be his decision and I cannot lead him to it

Eve led Adam to bite a Quins; Look how she paid for it

A lifetime committed to a man who never forgave her one sin

And to top it all off he told all his relatives and friends!!

I Wish

sweetie – shant86@yahoo.com

Ooh how I wish that the world could what I see
Even when I look into the eyes of a
A homeless person on the street
I see hope
Love
Worries
And sadness
From the way this world treats a person with a little bit of madness
No one even willing to listen to his stories
About things that he has seen and places he has been
About being rejected and accepted and rejected again
Only to find out that Uncle Sam is nobody’s friend
Ooh yes, can you see what I see
When I look into the eyes of an abused child
To see nothing but pain
Hurt and
Anger
Hoping and praying this world can set her free
Knowing deep inside that she can not escape
From this pain and misery
But nobody even stops to glance and wonder why
This child so sweet has scars on her arm and bruises on around her eye
But only to know that she keeps on running away
From that home that is sugar-coated to make it seem so sweet
But that a closer look and you will see
This place is only a place where her soul is torn
Making it harder for her to be set free
Now can you see what I see when I look into the eyes
Of a racist
To see someone blind of color
And someone’s mind that isn’t free
Someone who’s mind isn’t open to color and unity
Being afraid of realizing the truth
Knowing that everyone is special and in need
And that all of the slaves were freed
And that god is the judge not you
Dig deep inside and you’ll realize that
being a racist is something that’s not true

Someday my wish will come true.