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I’m growing tired of being nice
Always willing to help,
Always offering that helping hand
There’s too much help being given in America.
All these maa’fucks are spoiled
So quick to look for a hand out,
Always expecting a silver spoon.
No one wants to work
No one wants to offer…
welcome to america
I’m growing tired of being nice
Always willing to help,
Always offering that helping hand
There’s too much help being given in America.
All these maa’fucks are spoiled
So quick to look for a hand out,
Always expecting a silver spoon.
No one wants to work
No one wants to offer hard labor
All they want is another helping hand,
Another neighborly favor.
The more they get, the more they want.
Growing lazier by the second
Never planning to help themselves,
They only live to collect our good deeds
Rather than living to accomplish their own
Welcome to America, land of the free
Where all these maa’fucks have the right to be just as lazy, useless, and hopeless as can be.
untitled.
We learn from our mistakes
Which I have made plenty of
Laying up with men who will never be worthy of,
Of me
Parting my sea for those who can’t even swim
Allowing those fools to get the parts of me
And I’m steady learning
So next time will be different
Fuck what man has to say
And fuck him pleasing me with his penis
The next one will be able to fuck my mind
Give me orgasms of the brain
The next one will see the value in me
Before he ever gets to part this sea.
cold summer ; this was written a whileee back
Cold Summer
There’s a fierce breeze that doesn’t belong
A temperature that doesn’t match
A feel of fear that fills the air and causes hearts to slowly collapse
only sons; written 4/12/2011
I pray to only bare sons, I can’t handle having a daughter.
hot summer night
Hot Summer Night .
Always in view, but never in reach
There were always things to say, but I was too afraid to speak.
The thought of your hand holding mine had never ever crossed my mind,
Not until that one hot summer night…
Your smile gave me goose bumps,
And sent shivers down my spine
From that night I knew,
I knew I had to make you mine.
I tried to keep it quiet
But the feeling was just too strong.
The burden was getting too heavy
From keeping a secret held in so long
Thinking of the ‘what ifs’
And all that’s to come
The endless nights that will turn to mornings
The moments of thrill for which I must succumb
Waiting just to feel your flesh
It only increases my anticipation
Wanting just to kiss your lips
For they are my highest temptation
Only time keeps me from you
And it’s so rapidly passing by
Soon the day will be here, I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine
And I owe all of this to that one hot summer night.
poetry; 041211
Brianna Clark
You Can’t Leave Me – April 12, 2011
I wipe the blood from your face, and there I placed a kiss.
Upon your cheek now is the old love, something you can’t resist.
Beaten and bruised you lie, with only me here by your side.
Washing away the dirt, I start to see the love that used to be.
Shattered, left to die, slowly losing your pulse,
I grasp you in my arms, where I know you’ll feel safe most.
Little by little, I hear you gasp for air.
Now looking up at me, as if you knew this was out last moment to share.
I can’t do anything but hold on tighter, trying to keep the pulse steady.
You slowly look away, maybe you are, but I’m not ready.
You can’t leave me now!
There’s too much left to do.
Like going to explore the world and all the simple little things too.
You can’t leave me now!
What am I supposed to do?
Just walk away as if it never happened, as if there were never a You?
Look back at me, don’t go to rest your eyes.
Give me this last moment, allow it to be mine.
Don’t fade away; just give me a little more time.
I see you start to doze off, and all I can do is cry.
Never letting go, you die in my arms.
I wish the love was strong enough to just keep you alive.
my friend
I can’t help but cry.
Just like every other time,
I swore this was ‘different’.
But I was wrong.
Just like the other ones, he turned out to be a dog.
But its kinda different.
I’ve never been dogged out this way.
So gently
He lied and even hit me up sometimes talking about he missed me
He makes me feel as if I’m the one with the problem.
He used to call every night.
I haven’t heard his voice since we last touched
Didn’t even get to kiss him goodbye because he was terrified of my dad so much
And I feel like a fool because like one, I miss him…
Even though I know he has nothing to offer me, like the rest of ‘em.
I can’t say that this will be my last time getting hurt.
But this will be the last time I ever miss a nigga this much.
I’m tired of caring, I’m tired of waiting.
Shit, I don’t know why I’m tripping this hard, we aren’t even dating
We’re ‘friends’.
The type of friend that no one can know about. The friend that isn’t good enough to be anything else.
With this friendship there is no communication, no need for dates. Not even cheap ones.
Just good to keep laid up in your bedroom.
I’ve never been hurt like this….so kindly.
Maybe this one had a conscious and wants me to think of him, highly.
friend (poem)
it feels like your eyes burn holes into mine
every time we touch i get this like, tingly feeling in my spine.
you know, i like those little old love joints…
la la la la la la la la la means…….
aha, yeah you know.
i enjoy your company.
i feel as if i could fall off the earth & trust that you’ll be at the end of forever to catch me.
you’re my closest friend, and you don’t even know it.
what we got is like a river ya feel me?
‘cause we’re forever flowing…
i’m glad we fight, it only brings me closer to you
you’re my star & i’m the sky…
without you, i’m pretty much nothing
i know my thoughts scare you
my little feelings overwhelm you
i don’t do it to trap you, i just like sharing with you
i know i accuse you of not being it…
but truly…..
you are my friend.
— brianna tiara.
