Growing up in the ghetto is not a bad thing.
Some people thinks it's HORRIBLE, but it's not...

You joke, you laugh, you play
And you alwayz, alwayz have something to say...

Why do i sometime get butterflies when i'm around...
Why can't them three special words come out my...

I apologize black woman for allthe seen and unseen...
For the heartache and pain thatbrought tears in...

My weakness is sign
My flaw is proof...

Way to escape your mind,
search and find...

Not to trust this,
is a poetic injustice...

You call me nigga , but that's not my name.
You point me out in public tryin to put me to...

I am beautiful...
I am a woman...

In this place of broken bottles, and crushed...
Where most men walk but none of them see...

I write to ease the tears
that were once fears...

Why you have to talk
when you have nothin to say...