Ma mother cries She says don’t do that. I tell lies about where I be at In the mosque, she envisions her daughter on a prayer mat But really she at the mall runnin’ around wit different hoodrats I mean…I luv ma mom…I’ll say it out loud It’s just that She’s in a different crowd… livin’ unda a different cloud Her mother cries Becuz confusionz hijacked Her mind and slaughter her heart Her daughters out all hours of da nite “its just a wedding’.. u told me its alright” truth be told, it was really Prom Nite “I couldn’t tell her…that would start a fight…not to mention she’ll neva let me outta her sight” Weeks pass, she’s pregnant, gains a lil weight Her energy is gone, She's loosin’ her shape, no more a bangin' figure eight Who woulda guessed it, It was just a blind date “he told me he luved me..that I was his soul mate” mother doesn’t get it cuz back home weight was sign of good fate until her daughter begins to throw up every plate tiresome one every date “The Shame u brought to this house” mom first thought is not abort now nor the courthouse “No! we shall save the family name and make him your lawfully wedded spouse” so she sits there contemplatin’ constantly debatin’… rarely negating she can end a life that can possible make hers extremely elating on the otha hand marry a fool who is extremely degrading thoughts of suicide are invading her mind as she wonders thru life without a soul for aiding...... TO BE CONTINUED...gotta hit da books now..but "I WILL BE BAK"...see watchu' done did Instinct Poet..lol..u know ur encouragement is at fault if this poem isn't published...riite" until then... Salaamu Caleykum Waraxmatu"llaahi Wa' Barakaat

Oh wow.... Instinct Poet Deadly Vision n' all others i forgot to mention...i'm honored to be at ur presence...(or so)... herez a lil somethang i wrote while in Calc class...bored outta ma mind... its not great..nor is it finished...but i know its expresses ma tru feelings... exem exem War seems i can't escape from it its knocking at ma door War a legal killing spree where da criminals run free War a raging beast in da middle east and in Somalian streets War whether for money or oil its inevitable turmoil War Weapons And Rage War lb of greed 2 spoonfulls of fear a touch of "all you can be" optional: civilians to be freed War created by Evil practiced by man .......tell me wat'cha yall think...spare ma feelings tho aight..lol peace

Hey Portrait.... thanx bro/sis...u don't know how much ur positive feedback means to me (i'm sorta of a inspiring poet...lol)..not that i don't wlcm negative feedback...cuz i do.. ..infact i wlcm ANY feedback..i'm actually workin' on anotha poem... well again....Tanagu vermacho..lol... p.s. are u also an inspiring poet?? or just an admirer..

I Wrote Lies Before I’ve wrote poems before Wrote lies before About how I have family I adore and Friends to care for About places I explored and people I fell for People I die for Places I cry for I wrote lies before About things I stood for and issues I spoke for About the gruesome civil war and how I witnessed men slaughtered in my front door, corps in the back door Neva seen an Ak44 I wrote lies before Neva found what I was looking for Neva opened a door Didn’t care about the score Or who won the war I wrote lies before But fortunately... I took a sec to see How easy different life could be If we all told the truth Instead of writing lies like me