this is one of the first poems I wrote. I was in like the 7th grade. its about my sister, Kayla, who died at 11 of a brain aneurysm. she’s my inspiration:
My favorite spot is in the shade, I relax and let the little birds wade. Right under the tree, is where you can find me, being free, right under the tree. The sun is hot! Its beaming don. But never, oh never, will I frown. The sun up above is where kayla stays, I know I’ll see her one of these days. In that spot we talk all day long. I just know she’s listening, her presence is strong. She smiles, she laughs, all of those things. When she’s really happy, she makes birds sing. I never get bored sitting under the sky because kayla’s beauty makes me want to cry. Why is she gone god, why is she gone? Now who’s shoulder am I to lean on? I’m a caged bird without a song, why,oh why, did things go so wrong? I hear in my head, “there’s nothing to be said. He took me for a reason, and now I must please him.” I look back up to see the big blue. Don’t forget about me kayla cause I love you. I look around, to the sky and the ground. Everythings peaceful, nothing is bound. I’ve got a new best friend, a friend til the end. In god I trust, kayla and I will meet again. Until that day I’ll stay awake, right under the tree, right by the lake.
this is a poem i wrote with the amazing & talented Paul March. this is our take on love & hip hop:
I give you my all, and all you ask for is more, your draining my life, even though your my world, so I can’t stop, because your my passion that I live for. The reality I dream for. My only question is why? Why do you abuse me so much? My love has a limit, and I’ve about had enough, there’s a fine line between love and hate and as of today my heart is doing jumping jacks on the divide. Ill never call you a bitch, but right now I can’t lie, your a witch, your shame me more than a black eye, I wish I could nail you to the stake and burn you in fire, and once you’ve been reduced to ashes, I wish I could piss on the pyre. All these otha brothas just smash and hit you, and than pass and dismiss you. But I never dashed or dissed you baby girl I sat and conversed with you, now I live… for you. My only question is why?
Baby I thought you said you loved me. Til death do us part? We said our vows and now you want to take all that shit back? After all that I’ve done, and all the love that I gave, I don’t deserve to be treated this way. Without me, where would you be? Selling dope on the streets? Locked up and threw away the key? you definitely wouldn’t be here. Matter of fact, you’d be no way near where you are today. And I don’t even get a thanks? No other woman can ever take my place. They can’t take you where I’ve been or show you The things I’ve seen. So you willing to give up the house, the car, and most importantly me? For what? Just a little bit of sanity? Well you can’t rid of me that quick. I practically own your dick. Trust me baby, we in this til the end. Cause every time you try to leave you run back to me again.
Own my dick? Shawty if you think I’m puttin up with this, then i need to see a doctor, because baby I’m sick. Sick of how you use and abuse me, mentally defeat and emotionally beat me. You claim your the best but when it comes to whose important to you, you forget all about me. I don’t care if everything I have is because of you, you can take it back because I’m through You don’t love me for who I am, you only want me for what I produce. But once I’m no longer of use, you’ll be chucking up the deuces. So yes I am giving up the house, the car, and most importantly you. We have reached our end, so fuck this industry, you won’t be seeing me again.
I just don’t understand. You should be proud to be my man. I gave you everything you ever wanted & much more than you ever needed. And look how I get treated. We were supposed to be together forever but forever didn’t last long. So I guess this is your last song. Without me, you’d be just an average nigga from the streets, wanting to make it big, putting rhymes to a beat. you wouldn’t have the fame. Girls following you everywhere, screaming your name. Enough money to last you a lifetime. And now you don’t want to be mine? You must have met somebody else? Who is she? Let me know. Another one of your groupie hoes? They only good for sex then its on to the next… one. what you don’t see is that we were meant to be. And we not supposed to always agree. In this industry you can’t have a mind of your own. Its what the people want and they don’t wanna hear what they need. They want a nice beat and something that goes like pussy, money, weed. But baby do what you please. If you feel the need to go, then leave. cause I can make another you in a minute. Sweetie, I’m hip hop and don’t you forget it.
Your funny, you shoulde be a comedian, but I bet you won’t be laughing when you see me leaving. Yeah you treat my love for you like a joke. Well guess what, you can suck my dick until it bruises your throat. Because all you want me for is what I produce anyways, so take this as my final “hit”, before I go away. Because If, lifes a bitch then your a pimp, hop on another artist dick, then turn around and give me a kiss? And then smile in my face afterward, like your the almighty one and I’m supposed to follow your every command and word? Beat me down, but then give me ice? Yo you keep forgetting that I’m a man and I refuse to play or stay as the battered wife. Your nothing. And this game that we keep playing will be nothing when I leave. You didn’t appreciate me or the WE, that formed, had so I guess it time for to bounce then, I’m gone like the wind through the tree’s. Goodbye hip-hop, This is my official announcement.
dear aaliyah , although its been a decade since your passing
i still cant cope w/ fact that you’re gone
i cant ease the pain because we lost you in the worst way …you were truly an earth angel…the sweetest voice.. i remember the days when i used to say ” thats my wife” in a special way you were my 1st love …you displayed an innocent sexuality … just graceful as you were ,and beautiful…just a perfect example for your generation…the day god sent you back home(i cried)i felt as if i lost some1 close to me …. but i guess i have to wait until we meet in heaven… i love you
sincerely the closest friend you never met, michael patterson
i wish i could put into words how i feel, but i cant. i can just praise her for what she was and what she did. there will be no other like her. never. i’m just glad we got to enjoy her for her short time on earth. i think her death was a lesson, but what the moral is, i dont know. i just like to think that she died for a reason and that she didnt die in vain. i may not have known her personally but i got to know her through her music and she will forever be in my heart. my inspiration to dance, write, and exceed expectations, Aaliyah, my dear, you are truly missed <3