You were on Stage - A poem about a poet

You could tell it was her first time The way that she rhymed, ended each line Bendin' the vibe on the black divide I knew why she cried. Cuz she died inside with each breath Bringing back to life emotions that need rest She's blessed, but shed rather take a recess Being a poet, she didnt know that there would be stress She guessed, but now her surety failed her As if the words mutiny and scrutiny ailed her Paled, her loss of breath made me hail her Distorted laughs alongst the feelings that assailed her And then, With no notes, she sang' what she wrote, Hook, line, and sink her, boomeranged what she hoped Letters sent to JAIL and convicted, I took notes Looked in my direction, my reflection on her nose Those who heard through the applause heard her speach To a boy she didnt know, but gave her somethin' to preach "Whats your name" she mouthed, clouded, she beseeched I never told her; Nameless souls are always best to teach.

stayin' up all night wondering when she gone come home/feelin' like you been left in a world all on your own/she's got this sickness in her and you cant figure it out/how she got so addicted, and how this came about/when she started this habit you were just so long/so it was hard for you to understand how far she was strung/but as you get older, you get used to being a motherless child/on the inside your torn, while outiside you wear a fake smile/you got family here and there but no one seems to understand/after 17 yrs your father understands its time for him to be a man/so you keep going, moving on with your life/and you keep telling yourself that you can do this if you try with all your might/you've been on this journey going mile after mile/but finally you realize your nothing but another "broken child"