Brent+Scott

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In stages of life you begin to learn an awful lot. you learn that everything isn't perfect. Everything you see in the movies doesn't have a happy ending in real life. You get a taste of reality and understand that everything is not the way it seems. So you find this way to vent out your issues, and a way i do that is by writing poetry. I write about the little things that occompany my everyday life, the tiny things that go on and just branch out into a deeper meaning. ====== = = = = =** What is Poetry? **= "Poetry is a universal language" - William Hazlitt

=** Ode To Music **= Music has no physical appearance but can take so many emotions out of you. Music in way is a human being. It has no mouth but it does have a voice. It has no hands but it can touch people's hearts. Music does so many things. It can put a big smile on your face like you've just hit the lotto. it can bring a flood watch of tears from your eyes How can something that lifeless make such an impact?

= **Found Poem** = The Arguement Well I ain't ask you Well I told you I'll stab you with this marker You can't stab someone with a marker it's not sharp. Shutupppp.. Chew the ratchet is it good? Yuuuuhhhhssss I swear you always messing something up Well I ain't ask you Well I told you..

= **I Was Raised By..** = I was raised by family who praised me telling me how i'd be something great raised by these oppurtunities raised by the determination I have corrupted by society that we inhabit lied to by the people who I trusted most I was taught that you cant please everyone told to be myself told if they hit you hit em back I was raised by hypocrits I was educated by teachers who didnt know what they were teaching brought up with the mindset that life aint easy I was taught that your dreams wont always come true I was degraded by people who didnt give a damn about me I was told it takes a village to raise a child but I THINK it takes the world to raise a child.

= **Riff Poem** = A moth caught in flames allure Mesmerising these eyes glisten A bee gathering honey for there queen sucking the nectar out of your lips i say I love you. sticking to you like a bug on fly paper never leaving your sight Wrapping you in my arm as a spider wraps their prey in silk Giving me the strength to carry 10 times my weight. Over love burns like a fire ant attacking my insides shining like lightning bugs under a cool starry night.

= **Imagist Poem** =

The Tree of life sitting on the corner

Growing little by little

Everyday Becoming wiser

During Autumn through mood swings

Crying every first and last tear During harsh winters

as you scrap against my window trying to get warm Spring

As you soak up all past seasons emotions turning them into blossom of positivity you shine during the summer time

as the vibrant essence of the sun beats down on you

You are the tree of life

= **Soul Searchin'** = A collaboration with Danielle Little

 What ever happen to the Little black girl who cried her eyes out cuz daddy ain’t treat mama right

Who wakes up from her dreams just to get knocked down by the fist that feeds her her reality a big statistic

that says she gon be pregnant by 16 The little black girl that was mesmorized by societies fantasys thinking that her prince will one day come sweeping her away off her threshold into the sunset life being served on the silver platter that her momma always promised but momma had her own priorities

getting on those knees so she can a bit higher closer to the heaven that she dreamed of the night before.

What ever happen to the little black girl whos temple was wrecked by prince charming Prince charming not caring to see if that shoe fit but more concerned of making sure that rubber did oh dear the only thing charming is that you didn’t get pregnant You give in to realities temptations

Not strong enough to have your own roots. you needed that special fertilizer What ever happen to The little black girl that saved her momma promise

Promise after promise “Suga it will all be over, I promise lord will help us through” The jar of promises spilling over into the river of tears or is it her fears

Searching for the soul that will never be found the little black girls lives life round and round “Will my prince come?” “Is he near?” Or is it the river flowing with fear. A drought of life has flowed on by, then seven years of promises turned into lies.

“Now where am I, is this real” Baby girl, this is for real I was hoping to never see you here, I was praying you’d never come near. I would never dream of your little brown eyes to see the hell I created on earth. Or would I want you to think I was too weak to give a damn about you. Would you want to become the Monster that I have become. Never did I want to hurt you. The little black girl that I loved, but never raised. But Never did I want you to see, how I quit on you, and myself.

What ever happen to the little black girl?

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