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Poems by Sweetstranger

About Me

City girl with country tastes. Nothing much to be said about a young woman who is willing to tell you everything you're willing to hear. Can't quite remember if 14 is actually the age she started to write poetry, but she fell in love with it when she first read "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes at age 8.In high school you could find this "average but not typical" girl reading, writing or sharing poetry with other school mates. After collecting and losing so much work she was determined to fill pages of empty space with the talents of her friends. Eventually, she found herself published by her school news paper, making it to semi-finals of national poetry contests and even having the an ode written for her graduating class published in the year book.While in basic training at Lackland AFB you still find an airman composing her thoughts and emotions. Always her worse critic she would give away pieces she wasn't happy with to anyone who enjoyed it. When she returned home due to injury friends and family continued to encourage the writing and collecting of poetry.Today it is still just a hobby and passion for friends.

My Interests

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Member Since: 29/11/2007
Influences: Langston Hughes; Maya Angelou; Ntozake Shange; Edgar Alan Poe; Rober Frost; Monique Diane; Kericia;Tosha Hayes; Ahmad Banks; loves and pains and anyone who as ever had a poem dedicated to you.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Ex-Communicated

Dear ExHusband (pending divorce),I regretfully report to you that your wife has died. And even sadder news to state it was attempted murder and suicide.She plotted to kill your joy, because she didn't...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 16:40:00 GMT

Celibacy Journal

Sometime in the middle of the night, I realized 2008 was a very strange year for me.  God has pulled me through a lot and most I was too stubborn to deal.  I cried a lot in 2008 and refuse to do it th...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 09:36:00 GMT

A Musician (unfinished)

To love a musician is to be strong.To be in love with a musician, is to endure the peaks of privillage.As much as you did the valleys of the struggle.To be loved by a musician, is to understand you'll...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 21:45:00 GMT

Ode to Lips (a midnight improv) 2002

My lips, my lips are candy coated, and I want to rock my hips to the way you kiss my lips. My lips are candy coated, honey flavored, cherry styled, full and luscious. My lips are full and wide open li...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 10:36:00 GMT

Strangers

Mama always said, "Never talk to strangers." But Mama how do I fall in love... without talking to a stranger? And mama how do I make friends... without talking to a stranger? And we all know mama some...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 00:25:00 GMT

Capricorn Male

Like a black winter night, he's quiet, chill and uncontained.Has a bold and surprising personality, you know&.subtly vain.Sometimes he's too calm almost at restand sometimes he's too wild, a seriously...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:17:00 GMT

unfinished

STOP! I'm tired of fighting this war. Who cares how I wear my hair. just 'cause I have more oil in my roots than you. Not long ago you loved my skin so much you nearly tore it off...trying to get insi...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 17:02:00 GMT