TianaMonique

sooo basically my cousin is the shit! deff had a jam session in the studio today and i can say im not the least bit suprised i knew she could do it! she is blowin up and yall will have to cop her album soon! o n trust i must give props to greyson for deff taking bomb pics today he is honestly talented. heres his blog follow him. knowsnobounds.blogspot.com. anywho loookk out for tianamonique!

Crying Plea.

My dad is cruel.

making me feel as if i dont belong.

What happened to the happy little girl

in the picture with her dad?

now all i have is photographic memories of your love.

a pretty little snap shot of how much you USE to love me.

Daddy's little angel.

your princess.

Dad.

Dad!

Dad!?

Will you not hug and kiss me as if i was five again?

Just in a matter of three years it took you to despise me.

Since Ive found my own voice,

you no longer want to hear my words.

Dad i have dreams that you have no knowledge of.

i have lost love that you never warned me about.

It is you i blame! - For not keeping my heart protected.

It is you i balme! - For all these fallen tears.

I blame you dad...

for not warning me of these heartbreaks that i have encountered.

How can i expect him to love me when you do not?

I want to be loved.

Love me

Love me

The only way i can say this is through poetic misery.

this is the way, My way

i want to say something to you.

when i leave dont forget the beautiful vibrations of my voice.

send me a note from time to time

Please dad

dont forget me.

I was the first to cry in your arms and, the last to feel your love.

Where'd I do wrong?

Is the color of my skin not right?

is it because my mother is black and theirs is white?

is it my uniqueness that crawls under your skin?

can i fall into your arms again...

will you accept my plea?

How will i ever learn how to love a man dad?

will you take time to teach me?

These drive by, counterfeit love from these men

have been more than you have given me in twenty years.

Dad i still am the same little girl in the photograph.

its ok to make me happy.

its ok to call me "daddys little girl"

I still am that same girl ive just grown up.

But its ok to love me.

love me dad.

daddy.

please.

Just love me.

Please...

-Brittnicole-

La'Niiyah Marie Johnson

my niece La'Niiyah Marie Johnson was born on december 11, 2009

she was 5lbs7.5oz

so my sister finally had her baby!

i know she was itttybitty

i cant wait to go home in 5 days to see her and everyone else

i can say that i have become so much happier by

letting go of the past,

living in the present,

& looking into the future.

have so many people who love and care about me and that i love and care about as well.

i probably will be taking off some of my post on this site. because they no longer need to be up.

not that the past hasnt help me be who i am today but i dont think i need a daily reminder. but i will be posting more of my work up i just havnt had too much time. =) well i hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and i hope your new years will be as good as mine ;)

Morning Rhythm...

Was it

his words he spoke?

his smile?

his laugh?

or that he's been in pain?

Maybe its reality driving me insane.

Confusion scatters through my mind

pondering why..a woman would leave his heart behind.

As i slept my nightmares turned into dreams.

& waking up wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Maybe because his eyes shined

Emerald green....

Little White Seed.

Something like a seed.

So diminutive, & dull.

Placed in a garden eager to grow.

As HER brown skin soil,

covered your naked white seed

her love & passion is what you began to feed.

Just to give you enough to produce a bud,

thats how she showed you her love.

So beautiful you are, you begin to bloom,

& the twilight danced around you from the shadows of the moon.

As HER clouds rolled in,

so did the sin.

Leaving wet kisses from the rain,

that night stronger yall became.

As summer beamed in she became so fierce

her soil dried up & you prayed for tears.

As you commence to die

so did the feeling which she deprived.

we could all see that you were dying outside.

How you survived that summer we will never know,

your petals are on the grown

she left you so low.

Now, .. fall has come,

& you have cleaned out your weeds

a tickle of cool air now you can breathe!

Little WHITE SEED its not over yet.

winter is coming & the sun will set.

Gather your strength to keep you warm,

hold yourself up here comes the storm.

Winter is icy, cold, & wet

but Little Seed this is just your first step.

So scream out your silent tears

but don't give up, spring is near.

As your days get warmer

& you start to breathe.

Look at you now

your not a LITTLE WHITE SEED!

we see you now the beauty you behold,

forgive me for my words

this was your story untold.