I wasn't ready to release this one yet but, it looks like I have to since I can't get my suicide poem on this board and I haven't heard one explanation from the moderators yet. By the way, this poem isn't about anybody in particular.
She's young and beautiful.
She's smart, energetic, kind,
and she had her own piece of mind.
I met her in a restaurant.
And even then, she seemed to know what she wanted.
She was a freshman in college,
studying computer science.
She had lots of knowledge
and she expressed it with great defiance.
She was confident and ambitious,
as her life seemed to be headed toward the life of the richest.
Yeah, she had a bright future ahead of her
but she let the no-no's of life mislead her.
She started hanging out with people,
who were not her equal.
She just let guys use her and leave.
I wondered why she was being so naive!
She started drinking and doing drugs.
She started hanging out late,
eventually missing school on the next day.
One day, I asked her, "why she was acting this way?"
She just shrugged her shoulders
and left with nothing to say.
I hated to see her this way.
She was black queen and I was her king
and our love, used to to be everthing.
She locked out everybody she knew before.
Now this, was too hard for me to ignore.
Even though she didn't want to be bothered,
I would still tell her that, "I loved her."
Her school thang wasn't going to good.
She was catching the devil,
like I knew that she would.
Her grades were so low,
that she dropped out of school.
For a while, she played cool
and came back to school.
She pulled her grades up and finished school
but, just barely though.
I congradulated her efforts
but, she treated me as if I was a dirty leopard.
She was doing all the things that held her back.
I told her that crack,
was something that she needed to lack.
But, she wouldn't listen to anybody else
so, she'll just have to learn the hard way her self.
She tried to get a summer job
because, times wre getting very hard.
She got interviewed by a guy named, Mr. Lime
but, he was thinking about sex the whole time.
It was the typical day that a black girl goes through,
going home and wondering next what she's gonna do.
She eventually got a job at a strip club,
where her nice body got much love.
She was a free-lancer,
as well as a good top-less dancer.
Everytime I see her dancing top-less in her draws,
I tell myself, "Man look,there goes another black girl lost!"