(poem)

Pain and sorrow in my soul


From the lies you told to me


Can you see the struggle in my movement and eyes


A strange life of misery


Feeling so alone inside


But crowded on the out


Blame me for being so ruthless


Shame me for the bad things I did in the past


Tame my mind from thinking so shallow


For I'm so weak that I live in your shadow


I've lost myself in your rules and can't be found


But still I'm bound to you


Infatuated in you


But you don't feel the same


We love differently


You believe that hitting me is love


That a woman is supposed to surrender to her man for all to give


And if little as an opinion slips out my mouth i would get beat til my mouth swelled shut


But i can't leave


I can't escape from what I know


I can't go out into that cruel world and expect everything to magically be fine


So I suck it up and take the beating you give

Half Day Of School (poem)

Yes it's a Thursday n' it's a half day
Seems like the last day
of school
Niggaz be fightn' n' actn' a fool
Boo hoo cryn' cuz they got whooped
Gun shot buyn' that's why these people dyin

Lyin to protect themselves
Phony ol' niggaz that's why they got them masks

Laughn' so hard cuz they got you on these pointless trails

Tryn' yo best not to slip
Dip into the game of gangsta
Goin insane cuz you in the game
N' this shxt just to much for you so you try to get out

But Wait!
Once you step in ain't no steppn' out
Either you in the streets or you die on the streets
Which is it gon't be?

Yo so called "peepz" makin' you chose
Got a mother and two brother's so you got hellaz to loose
But in this game it's either you get killed by other's or by yo own people
You say I can't take this shxt nomo n' ya'll have a shoot out

Well we all know who gon't win
Betray the gang or kill a friend...

See how they betray you
You go all out for the niggaz n' they end up fuckn' you!

Now you see how these wanna be gangsta'z be havin on they mask
To bad you had to die to realize them foolz

It all started with a Half Day Of School



THE ABUSED {poem}

Last night I dreamed of a girls' fight - to survive

In the eyes of the lies that were told from the satisfied

For the lies that were told to the 4 year old soul

That would one day unfold into the truth

Every night the pain

So every night the shame

And everyday the blame

Blaming her mother for just letting her father do this to her

3 years went by before she realized it was wrong

Til one very night she finally spoke

She said that she would tell

Then he threatened her and yelled

"you tell and I'll kill"


So she kept quiet

And so the rape turned to beating

And beating turned to bleeding

So now its like

"you bite and I'll cut you"


Now she's in the 4th grade

Living by the same pain

Wearing long sleeves in the summer

So those rainbow colors won't show

Wearing clothes with cigarette holes and food stains

No friends to talk to so she's all alone

6th grade came

That's when it all changed

Stomach started getting bigger with twins

Friends started acting strange

Dropped out of 8th grade cause it was just too hard to face

Only 15 and got 2 babies to raise

Got held back in 7th grade for not going to school

Cause of her kids

During school hours she out there smoking weed

So her father won't know she dropped out

Now she's 16, decided to runaway

So she saved her money she made from selling dope

And bought herself a car

She took her babies with her to protect them from her father

Now she's living with some old friends from middle school
 she ran into

Got 2 jobs

Just to pay her half of the rent

As well as money spent on her kids

17 now, looks like shes not cut out for this mommy label

Unable to care for her kids so she puts them up for adoption

She thinks maybe this way they can have the love they deserve

Life seems easier now you'd think

Till she gets hooked to drugs and is left on the street

Roommates couldn't deal with the responsibility

I Guess

Not even a full adult yet and she ready dealing with their problems

No more money

Which means no more drugs

Which equals insanity

Couldn't take the pain so she kills herself


What happened to that 4 year old soul
Well that poor little soul grew up
So that sexual abuse
Led to physical abuse
Then getting pregnant
Which led to dropping out of school
Then running away
To getting into drugs
Then killing herself

  This Is The Story Of The Abused!
                                    by~ Hazel.Love xoxo

A Writer {poem}

I want to write

Write poetry how it used to be

I would see imitations in my head
 of the stories that i once read

Things people once said, then make a poem about it

Recreate the topic, then make a master piece out of it

I used to write every week

Until i lost inspiration

Got so caught up in life

And what i was face'n

I was in the matrix

Goin in circles

I was lost

Causing me to loose sight of my potential

My talent

My found purpose in this world

But now I'm back

Back writing and doing what i live to do

I am back

Back taking advantage of the talent that
 i have

I'm back

And I am growing throughout this world as a writer.
                                                          by~ Hazel.Love xoxo

First Post

Hey everyone will read this...this is my first post and i am very new 2 this whole blogging thing.