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Something to write
I don't know what to write I'm just putting pen to paper Writing quick thoughts of Nothingness Because sometimes it be's like that Nothing interesting to say Nothing much to do But so many emotions Raw, open and out of control But the show must go on I've got to get creative control So I wrote just to write Just to make sure something was read That my piece was said Isn't that the way of life Isn't that what we do? Do we want to work in the corporate 9-5 Do we want to be responsible all of our adult life I don't I want to let it all go And runaway To a land where I'm not me I'm someone else Just being, no thought to it Even though that's what I feel like now I'm just floatin physically But mentally I'm battling Mostly myself Dilly dallying between what is right And what's in my control They never seem to align And I always feel like a misfit A missing piece Like I'm not part of the design I always feel like I'm running Trying to catch up, cus I'm running behind But this is me not knowing what to write Just putting pen to paper Writing quick thoughts of Nothingness That turns into Something Because it be’s like that sometimes. -Shena Rodriguez
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The Choice is Yours
I can paint a picture for you But I cannot make you see the colors I've used I can use the brightest of yellow to show how my sun shines for you, But I cannot make you feel the rays or the warmth of my love. I can paint the grass, so tall and so green But I cannot make you feel the joy of rolling all around, leaving stains for the world to see. The choice is yours what you can see in this painting. I can sing a song for you, But I cannot make you hear how my heart cries for you I can use all the sweet words to describe how I feel for you But I cannot make them get through to you I can make you move to the beat But I cannot make it so our rhythms are in sync The choice is yours what you want to hear me sing I can write a poem for you But I cannot make you feel the words that I am speaking to you I can use all the words I know to sum up the things that you do, How deep my love is for you, How far we can go, How much I want this to work, How much I want to stand here and fight for what I think is right, But I cannot make you stay and fight this fight, I cannot make you see what I want you to see, I cannot make you hear what I need you to hear, I cannot make you feel the shit you make me feel The choice is yours, And until the choice comes from you You will never see the beauty in the bigger picture, You will never hear the music of my soul You will never know words to say to make it right -Shena Rodriguez
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Unpretty Me
Baby, I ain’t always pretty In fact sometimes I can be so petty And downright ugly
I can throw my hands in the air and succumb to the negativity
Baby, What will you do when I ain’t pretty?
If my demons take over And bury the pretty me Spewing venom that’s lands on you Will you recognize that it’s not me?
How will you react when my fists are in the air Coming towards you Prepared to fight Will you understand that I’m not fighting you My war is with the pain I feel inside
Will you stay around to make me pretty again?
-Shena R
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