tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269690282011-04-21T18:26:52.454-07:00Georgette Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157064450322440446noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26969028.post-1146001053594313972006-04-25T14:35:00.000-07:002006-04-25T14:37:33.596-07:00BITTER FEMALES<br /><br />Large capacities of women have hearts surrounded by<br />Picket fences with barbwires on top and<br />Warning signs that say<br />“Beware of me – I sting!”<br />My bite will dig up dirt as if<br />I was digging wells.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26969028-114600105359431397?l=wittyrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgette Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157064450322440446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26969028.post-1146000871427153722006-04-25T14:33:00.000-07:002006-04-25T14:35:28.676-07:00Life equals blessings<br />Disappointments<br />Life equals death<br /><br />Sex equals pleasure or pain<br />Babies<br />Diseases and<br />Maybe even shame<br /><br />Love equals chances and<br />Choices bringing about<br />Changes and<br />Holding back dreams<br />Demolishing hope<br />For the future<br />Supplying the flesh<br />Before using the brain<br /><br />Failure equals success<br />Doing your best<br />Doesn’t always mean<br />You will win<br />Suffering is the only<br />Whip that makes us great<br /><br />People equal love or hate<br />If one person likes you<br />The others are merely just<br />A bunch of voice boxes<br />Beating up their jaws<br /><br />Money equals power<br />Power to buy a house by<br />The lake with a fifty acres lawn<br />Seven cars in their garage<br />Entertaining each day of the week with<br />Pairs of rocking jewels that<br />Gleams so bright<br />It may blind your sight<br /><br />Education equals strength<br />Eliminating ignorance<br />No reason to mix intelligence with<br />Negligence and<br />Then we say, I love you to<br />The men and women whom were<br />Brutalized for over four centuries<br />And the people after their reign<br /><br />Respect equals compromise<br />To accomplish exceedingly<br />Abundantly above all that we can imagine<br />It depicts a scene that<br />Says I can do whatever I feel<br />I can achieve butNot until I wake up and pay attention<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26969028-114600087142715372?l=wittyrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgette Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157064450322440446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26969028.post-1146000808919666302006-04-25T14:32:00.000-07:002006-04-25T14:33:28.920-07:00Holes in his shoes<br />Creatures crawling<br />Over his clothes<br />Stale in his food and<br />Grunge on his teeth<br /><br />A single penny in his pocket<br />A Black a Mile he bummed<br />The card board he sleeps on and<br />The towel he uses as a sheet<br /><br />Biology books in his trolley<br />Better recognized as his suitcase of<br />Partners he studied medicine with in academy<br />Regretting the very first time he took<br />A shot at that X<br /><br />A tongue so smart<br />A laughter so brazing with<br />No income, no family<br />Just God keeping his core<br />Not a drink of fresh water<br />But bread crumbs from<br />The neighbor’s garbage<br /><br />Loafing at the corner<br />Hustling for a dollar<br />Getting paid with<br />Very little work<br />Simply to<br />Open his mouth and request<br />Or arise and held out his hands<br />Excuse me Sir,<br />Can you profit me some silvers?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26969028-114600080891966630?l=wittyrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgette Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157064450322440446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26969028.post-1146000732526769372006-04-25T14:30:00.000-07:002006-04-25T14:32:12.526-07:00They call me winter because<br />They say I have a cold heart<br />Summer because I can make it through the rain<br />Life because death and I are no friends<br />Survivor because after a fight<br />I always come back<br />But it doesn’t bother me none<br />What they happen to feel<br />I live for one<br />Not three, sixteen or ten million<br /><br />You must not know who I am<br />I am versatile<br />Multitalented with<br />Brains of a dreamer<br />Eyes of an inventor<br />Mouth of many strong women<br />Ears of a prophet<br />Feet of a world class runner and<br />Hands articulated to build open gates<br />Instead of bridges or walls all <br />Welcoming mountains for failure<br />Breaking down barriers to<br />Deliver some new life into the<br />Game of literacy<br /><br />I make grown men wail<br />Run after me like<br />Rabbits chasing carrots and<br />Bugs me like bunny<br />I’m not proud of that but<br />I just got to be me<br /><br />So who am I again?<br />They call me different because<br />I’m not ordinary<br />I break all the rules for the right reasons<br />Make the choices too tough to<br />Operate or be drawn a conclusion<br /><br />Flavor<br />Non-traditional<br />Dissimilar am I<br />Dishing the poetically inclined verses of<br />A new generation beginning<br />I believe with the voice of mine self<br /><br />I am who I’ve chosen to be<br />Someone with morals and beliefs<br />And because of these things<br />People respect me<br /><br />I am the light to my destiny<br />The glow in my darkness<br />The strength to my weakness<br />I am no copycat<br />I wont push myself to look like<br />The girls on TV with<br />Fake tits, eyes, lashes, nails, hair and<br />Eating disorders so<br />I can stay skinny for the camera<br /><br />I can force audiences to sit and listen<br />To my poetry as though<br />I was ordering out citations<br />For legal migrations in wealthy cities<br />Across the universe,<br />I am genetically blessed with<br />A talent so raw<br />Fear factor has nothing on it<br />Can you imagine that?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26969028-114600073252676937?l=wittyrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgette Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157064450322440446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26969028.post-1146000213580138102006-04-25T14:20:00.000-07:002006-04-25T14:23:33.586-07:00ABOUT LIFE<br /><br />The last time I bust lines like this<br />They named me psycho and<br />I had a best friend many now call<br />The aftermath<br /><br />It is not all cotton candies,<br />Peachy canes or <br />A bed of roses though<br />It does come with<br />Pinchers that leave prickles<br />In your skin<br /><br />Life had my soul all booed up<br />Bruised up and<br />Ready for a kidnap of denial<br />Joked me like a comedy performance<br />Storing the records of memories made but<br />Mistakes soon to be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26969028-114600021358013810?l=wittyrealism.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgette Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157064450322440446noreply@blogger.com3