This poem was written on April 12, 1996. One of the many things I have realized since then is that there is no such thing as a "perfect world." Diggin' Look deeper inside your soul The harder you look The more you see it can hold Just keep diggin' Seeing how far you can go… Continue reading A Poem # 24

This poem was written sometime in 1995. It's one of those poems that still resonates with me. Lonely Feelings I feel alone Like I'm always by myself Nothing will help Not even wealth I have lonely feelings Dealing with all the b.s. in the world today I cannot handle the price I am forced to… Continue reading A Poem # 23

This poem from 1995 is about a newly broken heart. Since You've Been Away Since you've been away I haven't seen the light of day I'm trapped in the dark Just me and my broken heart I can't go on without you You got me singing the blues Since you've been away The world is… Continue reading A Poem # 22

This poem written on December 31, 1995 has the style of a hip-hop song. It was a phase I went through. No Change People tell me I need to change But I see no need to rearrange I think I am just fine The way I am now I'm not stuck up I'm not a… Continue reading A Poem # 21

Back when I was a teenager, I remember my peers pressuring me to date / have a boyfriend. Luckily, I have always been a stubborn little goat and didn't let anyone tell what I should do. Love Can Wait It seems to me That love can wait I'm not in a rush To find my… Continue reading A Poem # 20

Here's a poem that I wrote sometime in 1996. The Streets of Success Strolling, walking Taking my time Smiling, talking Everything is mine The streets of success Everything is perfect Everything is the best Nothing is going wrong And for the first time I have a happy song Playing in my head Making me high… Continue reading A Poem # 19

This poem was written on November 27, 1995. This one requires a little back story. I was raised by a single mother after my father died. There were times when my family struggled financially, so things like expensive clothes were out of reach. I would still rather have 5 pairs of inexpensive jeans than one… Continue reading A Poem # 16