I see you (2/13/09)

everywhere I go - I see you

In school - I see you

Parties - I see you

Hallways - I see you

Every single day - I see you

When we first met

we was cool and flirting with each other

sometimes we be mean to each other for fun

Yes, I dissed you but it doesn't mean I dont want you

I do like you and today I miss you

Now, you diss and I feel your pain

Its killing me softly.

Everytime you walked pass me in school.

It feels like we're dont know each other.

I'm not desperate or sprung

I'm lost

If you were my boyfriend

I promise I will never hurt you again

If I get a chance to tell you how I feel about you

And if you accept it

I would be a better person

Art

I rather draw than talk

I rather express my feelings on a piece of paper than telling somebody

I rather spray paint on the wall than cleaning the community

I choose computer graphics than reading a book

I rather do sculpture than do science project

I rather write a poem than write a letter to my family

I choose art over everything

Secret

I need to tell you a secret

Its better to tell you now before you find out

No, its not bad but it is not good

so relax and listen....

"my heart is beating through my chest

My hands are shaking uncontrollably

the room is starting to spin"

I think to myself

Should I tell him?

How is he going to react if I tell him?

Is he going to leave me?

Damn...

Inhale then exhale

I think I'm ready.

He looks at me and waiting to hear my secret

Why am I doing this?

He looks scared

I betrayed him

I think he is going to cry if I tell him

If I tell him...

He is going to lost his trust.

His love.

and everything between me and him.

I should tell him now...

"I have something to tell you

But I think you're not ready to hear it.

So if I were you, I would leave before it gets worst.

I have a secret.

7th grade poem::: I need help

I need to find someone to help me

I need a home, a real home that gives me love and attention

I dont have enough love from my parents

my parents give me hate

hits, anger, and frustration

I pray everyday to have a good life

I worried, for the future and I'm fearful too

Will I be alive tomorrow?

I need help

old poem from 7th grade;

girls go to college to get more knowledge.