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THE BOX another box just been carved another mother wiping tears one more sista left to pull up the rear children growing up without a dad to young to face life can be so sad no more three R's we give them three C's crack, cocaine and chronic gave them a new language called ebonics got people running past the real problems having histrionics your probably wondering what i'm going on about us killing each other off gives the klan more and more clout they no longer need those sheets cause my brothers are shooting it out in the streets the hunt is on and the prey is you what's a sista to do how can i make you understand taking a life don't make you a man how do we stop it takes more than just say no we must all stand up or the killing won't go reclaim your hood your life your head or your kid could be the next one lying down in the street shot dead Karen Roberts (c) 1997 ++++++++++++++++++ If you don't want a connection If you don't want a connection. Hang up the phone. If you don't want a connection, Leave them alone. Don't call them up to say hello, Or ask their advice. If you don't want the connection, Get out of their life. Pushing buttons, Opens the door, Leave their buttons alone, If you don't want them anymore. It takes two to hold on, And two to let go. If you don't want the connection, let the other party know. Break the connection, Avoid the fight! If you want the breakup, Please do it right. If it's finally over, Leave each other alone. If you don't want the connection. HANG UP THE PHONE!!!! From; Life ain't nothing but a series of words" Book II By L.K. "Rose" Ford +++++++++++++++++++ By Now I am nowhere near you by now But I can still smell your scent I can still see your smile, and feel the chills it often sent. By now, I could be just a distant memory in your mind Scattered by the winds of change or faded by the eraser of time. But I will never lose the hope that some time you will quietly consider The laughter we so often shared - The moments we had together. Tyese Dantzler +++++++ poem To mourning she wakes me in the morning, as Morning's breath is dew dropped on slumbering leaves & leaves me refreshed her rays flood the horizons and splash against my painful reflection with early yesterdays of light-red regret. emotions burn out of control at the sight of forgotten night mere dreams are broken by the flood of light as the sun-washed waters recede she wakes me in my Mourning inundations of inner guilt fill my mind as gently as the Sparrow's flight The day will not save us & gone, is this night. Saleem © 1990 +++++++++++++++ DREAMS OFTENS TIMES I SIT AND THINK OF CERTAIN THINGS I WANT IN LIFE ONLY TO REALIZE THINKING IS ALL I AM ALLOWED BECAUSE SITUATIONS GO A CERTAIN WAY LEAVING DREAMS TO FALL BUT ALL THE WHILE I SEEM TO KNOW THE DREAMS I DREAM WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART AND CARRIED WITH ME Eric Egerson
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