I Miss you Isaiah. DONT DRINK AND DRIVE |
Hello Myspacers Isaiah is my son and contrary to what you may read, I was there at the seen i saw everything and even tried to give my baby CPR I am posting this because I need to make it clear to all... Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 20:28:00 GMT |
Poem in progress |
Lovin you is costin me my sanity. Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 16:12:00 GMT |
Unperfect |
NOt a total beauty, a big girl not to slim, My smile is a little crooked, my nose and head a little big, Not built to suit some ideas of perfection. My hair dosent always cooperate, and most times for... Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 21:25:00 GMT |
Hatas |
To my hatas, please keep hatin. I need each and every one of you. The more you hate the more I pray. The more I pray for you the greater I'm blessed. So please continue to hate. I'm always askin quest... Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 21:57:00 GMT |
Why |
Why is love so damn hard?. Can anyone help me understand? I know anything worth having is worth working for. But just let me say this. This love game is to damn difficult. You meet a person and like a... Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:14:00 GMT |
Can you help me understand |
I need help understanding something. Wondering if any of my myspace family can help me understand the status of our AFricAn AmeRIcan sisters. I need to know why so many of us settle for mediocraty? Wh... Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 22:49:00 GMT |
KEEP SWINGING |
TO, THE CIRCUMSTANCE
I am a QUEEN fearfully and wonderfully made, Royal by Design, Before the world was shaped and formed I was a QUEEN, every circumstance in my life and any obstacle that approaches... Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 02:51:00 GMT |
The Reason ( Stop the Blame) |
Damn my daddy wasent no good, never there for me, never really cared for me.
I wonder did he even really love me. My mother had her lover I think they called
it crack, cocaine, that white stuff, a c... Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 17:55:00 GMT |
Untitled |
Please excuse any foul language in this, I just began writing
untitled
and each day we live we are faced with adversity,
persecution, ill thoughts, and other folks doubts
... Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 15:16:00 GMT |
High School |
Man Kooladin & Parlayin thats how it used to be in class or cuttin it that was
cool with me. Chillin in the hall when the bell rung singing outside the band room
man be real yall aint nothin bet... Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 09:51:00 GMT |