I am a sealed Diary, w8ting to be read
with unknown stories that made my heart bled...

Mind speaks when it's weak.
Then wants to preach about...

Once a year of joy to couples,
But not just once a year enough though...

THIS IS A VERY WELL KNOWN POEM, SO I\'M NOT TRYING...
Black is the color of the bruised eye when someone...

Pain...........
Grievance...

Thoughts release
from my brain through this pen...

Lord, I can't stand another day,
while i'm in school...

Grandma,
you left us at 8pm TODAY...

Grandma don't go,
don't get worse, but it shows...

December 31, 1989.
My mother saw this child...

As I wake from my sleep
and count my blessings...

As I again think real below,
My brain is thumping on the low...