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A Childs Love

To hold you in my arms


To feel your breath
To breathe every breath
With every beat of your heart
To know you are living
I am not worthy, I regret
Not knowing who you are
Not knowing who you've become
Not holding you close
Not letting you go
Not feeling your warmth
Not feeling your touch
I don't want you to hate me
With the stories told
I'm with you always
Hope is a mystery
And its not what it seems
Not what life is meant to be
Dreams fly away in the storm
When everything you had is gone
A light flickers in the night
Promises become un-kept secrets
That hunt you from the past
And everything is taken for granted
You stop loving yourself
You call out
And no one listens
No one dares to care
And you are all alone
Without a care in the world
Love is that matters most
Not until all is said and gone
You begin to learn
Behind every relationship
Losing a child is lost forever

Angela K Brown

A Mother's Love

Your beauty is spellbound


There is no one in the world like you
You are the only person I know who has been there even when I am blue,
Your beauty is unspoken
You are a kind gentle person who gives from her heart
Your generosity is respected by the ones who love you most.
Your beauty is breathless
With all the things you share
It is a token of your love that you show how much you care.
There are times I wanted more in life
But I was misguided by distractions
I had not understood the value of your affection.
I have come to understand
That you are spirit that lies within
Who has taught me the importance of how to love
Starts from within.
There is no way in this world, I would trade a Mom like you
Because the love for me that you have shared
Has meant a lot to me.

Angela K Brown

A Resolution

Yet deterred, by fate alone Many questionable conclusions, theories, details Yet to determine who is the
blame A resolution, only to retract an opposition Yet to insist the muddied possibility for change

Angela K Brown

A Retired Teacher

Think of how time passes


The winter splinters
The summer heat
The spring showers
The fall breeze
Many days, many months, many years have passed
From every concept, from every skill, and from every lesson taught
Through a students' gaze or a professor's eyebrow of surprise
Each moment we share has been a learning experience.
There are opportunities lost and found
Students graduate
A professor retires
And they leave to pursue their dreams.
As time passes there remains unfinished work
The friendships that bond
The conversations we share
For those times that we have shown we cared.
And for this bitter sweet memory
We must always reflect
On all these things
With an element of respect.

Angela K Brown

All About The Base

What up?
It is about me.
Whats up?
It is about me. Me. Me.
Bust This
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo.
Bust this. So
You think you can
Bust this rhyme?
What about holding
Down lyrics without
Alibies? What about transforming
Prose with rhyme through each line?
What about creating dope sounds
Through a drop of a dime? What about
This? What about this? What about making
The base drop through hypnotic beats?
What about finishing rhymes with lyrical
sounds? What about convincing you
to innovating hype? What? You dont believe
the hype. Try tuning into a dj generating
lines. Bust this. Bust this. Bust this.

Hello
My beat got game.
It adds to its appeal.
And no other writer
Has sex appeal.

Hello. Its the climate.

My beat got fame.


It has essence.
When the players play my tape.
Got them feeling the action.

Hello. Its the climate.

My beat got game.


You got the idea.
Words so depth
It will keep you wanting more
And more and more.

Hello. Its the climate.

My beat got sound.


Did I mention its the flow
That got others watching.
My work is doing good.
It is worth the action.

Hello. I am dissing you.


Hello. Its the climate.
Beat got game.

Million
You are one in a million.
Who listen to me throw
Down sonic beats
Worth a million pounds.
No doubt I got you popping
Dropping, hip hopping
To the in depth beat
I got your fingers snapping
Got you tapping your feet.
You are one in a million.
Listeners who croon
For my sound
Wanting more dope rhymes
Its I who wears the crown.
Of depth music
With a unique meaning
Eager to hear,
Stare and feel
No one else can compare.
You are one in a million.
With the subtle words
An intellectual feeling
You have never heard
You are one in a million.
Series
Play that beet
So depth to feel.
Play that beat
That keeps me real.
Play that sound
That is going around.
Play that sound
I get around.
Round and round and round
I get down.
Round and round and round
I throw down.
Play that beat
That got vibe.
Play that beat
That makes me hype.
Play that sound
A voice in music found.
Play that beat
That has no doubt
One of the fattest rhyems
With so much glammer.
Let me hear you say. Play the beat. Play that beat.
I am the true lyricist in charge. Play that beat.

Angela K Brown

All Lives Matter

And another ones gone


And another ones gone
Another one bites the dust
Do you know what its like
A victim of assult
Withholding silence
Enabled to talk
It is how it is
To be brought up in the streets
A gang is your family you trust
With your sons life
Not to repeat secrets
Is no way of life, ending lives
Your boy who wanted to live in your image
Dead under false pretences
YOur little boys dream
Was to overcome obsticles with success
No not like this, not like this
To rise above this, 'tis be different
Different this time, next time, sometimes
'Cause we got options, to go and I walk
For the walking souls that die before us
Can not turn our backs, for once in time
To see eye to eye before one of our own dies
Because the price of life is more than its users
Another life is waisted, with out blame
I feel the pain I fear evry time I leave the house
Hopen next time tis'll be different
And not another statistic
As God is our witness

Angela K Brown

America

Do you know the meaning of the word 'N'


Did history divide us because of our skin?

Greatness begins from within by character


Not by the color of the skin
But by what is inside of him
And from of his talents, skills, and knowledge,

Where does the battle of innocence begin?


Does that mean I can no longer have different race friends?
I no longer have the personal freedom to dream?
I bottle up feelings of being mistreated?

When a child calls me a 'Niger'


He believes I am inferior
When a child is taught to hate himself
The parents and teachers wage wars
That teaches kids racial ignorance

What makes a man better is


when he learns to find his purpose
Not to be judged by the skin he is in
Nor to be treated wrong because he is different

Man fails to understand what he does not know


Life experience gives a child a chance to grow
When a child loses his self-esteem
He loses his will to live

Teaching hate causes illness


People can die from mental illness
Teaching to forgive and love each other

Angela K Brown

American

State of mind
Contrary to what is said
a delusional hatred
to be mistaken for love
Voices. Voices that welcome madness
Immoral words that imitate denial and bigotry
Words used to break you down
Rob you, make you a criminal of self-thought
was that what I thought you said?
A blind man relies on touch
A sane man on logic
Delusional voices, that make me mad
That make me sad, That make me want to fight back
To defend my youth, defend my cultural heritage
Where prejudice has no warrant
Spoken words, only justifies reasons to be misunderstood
I will not be judged or profiled or prejudged by fault only credibility
For I too am America

Angela K Brown

Americans

America, by Angela Brown


Those Boys
The boys in the hood
That hanged out all day
Playing Pac Man
At the corner arcade
I
n truancy
from junior high,
Knew
what their place in society
.
A Tribute to the Black
Man
How can one be black,
And not know their pride?
How can one be black,
And not know their culture?
How can one be black,
And not know their roots?
How can one be black,
And not understand their history,
How can one be black and ignorant?
The Poor
Children
The poor come in masses
A victim indebted to generations
people who
live proverty
The poor come in masses
A victim generations of negative stereotypes
The poor come in masses
Of an ailing cycle of poverty embedded in pain

Angela K Brown

An Eagle

An eagle flies
By, by in enchanted distance;
By, by
Visible knots
Creating ties
Aloof its nest
By, by an eagle flies
A lulliby
An eagle flies
Such obliteration
Such quiet mumble

Angela K Brown

An Elegy

Someday,
I would want to be
Acknowleded,
Dedicated,
Nominated
Appraised
Accompleshed
Written down in history
Someday,
I will die
And at my funeral,
Someone will remember me
And go to my funeral
My voice in poetry will live on
and someone will remember me

Angela K Brown

Baby Mamma-Faces

She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,


the canebrake rustling
with the whispers of leaves, and
loud longing of hounds and
the ransack of hunters crackling the near
branches.

She muttered, lifting her head a nod toward


freedom,
I shall not, I shall not be moved.

She gathered her babies,


their tears slick as oil on black faces,
their young eyes canvassing mornings of madness.
Momma, is Master going to sell you
from us tomorrow?

Yes.
Unless you keep walking more
and talking less.
Yes.
Unless the keeper of our lives
releases me from all commandments.
Yes.
And your lives,
never mine to live,
will be executed upon the killing floor of
innocents.
Unless you match my heart and words,
saying with me,

I shall not be moved.

In Virginia tobacco fields,


leaning into the curve
of Steinway
pianos, along Arkansas roads,
in the red hills of Georgia,
into the palms of her chained hands, she
cried against calamity,
You have tried to destroy me
and though I perish daily,

I shall not be moved.


Her universe, often
summarized into one black body
falling finally from the tree to her feet,
made her cry each time into a new voice.
All my past hastens to defeat,
and strangers claim the glory of my love,
Iniquity has bound me to his bed.

Yet, I must not be moved.

She heard the names,


swirling ribbons in the wind of history:
nigger, nigger bitch, heifer,
mammy, property, creature, ape, baboon,
whore, hot tail, thing, it.
She said, but my description cannot
fit your tongue, for
I have a certain way of being in this world,

And I shall not, I shall not be moved.

No angel stretched protecting wings


above the heads of her children,
fluttering and urging the winds of reason
into the confusions of their lives.
The sprouted like young weeds,
but she could not shield their growth
from the grinding blades of ignorance, nor
shape them into symbolic topiaries.
She sent them away,
underground, overland, in coaches and
shoeless.

When you learn, teach.


When you get, give.
As for me,

I shall not be moved.

She stood in midocean, seeking dry land.


She searched God's face.
Assured,
she placed her fire of service
on the altar, and though
clothed in the finery of faith,
when she appeared at the temple door,
no sign welcomed
Black Grandmother, Enter here.

Into the crashing sound,


into wickedness, she cried,
No one, no, nor no one million
ones dare deny me God, I go forth
along, and stand as ten thousand.
The Divine upon my right
impels me to pull forever
at the latch on Freedom's gate.

The Holy Spirit upon my left leads my


feet without ceasing into the camp of the
righteous and into the tents of the free.

These momma faces, lemon-yellow, plum-purple,


honey-brown, have grimaced and twisted
down a pyramid for years.
She is Sheba the Sojourner,
Harriet and Zora,
Mary Bethune and Angela,
Annie to Zenobia.

She stands
before the abortion clinic,
confounded by the lack of choices.
In the Welfare line,
reduced to the pity of handouts.
Ordained in the pulpit, shielded
by the mysteries.
In the operating room,
husbanding life.
In the choir loft,
holding God in her throat.
On lonely street corners,
hawking her body.
In the classroom, loving the
children to understanding.

Centered on the world's stage,


she sings to her loves and beloveds,
to her foes and detractors:
However I am perceived and deceived,
however my ignorance and conceits,
lay aside your fears that I will be undone,

For I shall not be moved.

Angela K Brown

Behold A Child

White orchards hallowing


in the wind
Bopping heads bounce
in laughter
Prayers of serenity dance
in harmonic prayer
Dream. I

Do like that. I

Be like that. I

Am like that. I'm

Free like that. I'm

Free like that. I'm

Free like that. I

Dream

Angela K Brown

Behold The Child

Behold creature tenderly I've spoken


More precious than any worldly possession
Your beauty is as angelic as a fairy
Watching you soar above the heaven
Thoughts of joy, nurtures my soul
You are the light that radiates life
Seeing you mature, makes me very proud
As you adapt to the challenges in life
You are a pantomime of eulogy
And a procurer of life
I have a lot to learn from your innocence
You are the reason love has touched my heart
A child who is as sweet as sugar
Whose heart is bigger than life
Your love is more precious than any treasure
The gifts you give is the only reason I live

Angela K Brown

Civil Disobedience

There is a good child, of any race, who is bullied. And as he grows older, He joins a hate group or a gang
too, was
bullied by every race, who bullied me. And as I grew older fought for equality for everyone. This is why I
became an
activist. Thesis why I am a poet. God asks are unwilling to die, fighting for what youBelieve. This is where
I stand.

Angela K Brown
Clipped Wings

Black butterfly fly


Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly sing

Black butterfly fly


Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly free


Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly

And the butterfly


Glides to freedom

Angela K Brown

Coa Coa Eyes

Coa Coa Eyes


Our eyes gaze with desire,
The radiant glow.
Stars piercing rays of light,
Our eyes stared, affectionately. Emotions faded tears of sorrow,
Fell from the corner of my eye.
Compassion, our eyes met,
That cold winter night.
As our eyes embraced
With romance.
Inhaling with devotion,
Eternally engulfed with passion.
The desire, the moment,
The emotion,
Surrendering affection. Hey baby,
Can't keep my eyes off you
And with the way you stare at me
I'm going to keep it true Coa Coa Eyes Last night
Felt good inside
Its just the simplest things
You say and do
You blow my mind
Made me laugh again
Longing in desire
Touched by the affection
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of your intellect
Nurtured my heart
A sure beginning
Of making ends meet
A fresh start
partially
In agreement
on occasions
I desire
To recognize
the love
we made last night
Was worth my time Hey baby,
Do you have the time to spend with me
Tell me what I mean to you
You are what happiness brings Coa Coa Eyes When I first met you
A thousand thoughts
raced through my mind
I could not contain my grace
Your voice opened the doorway
to my heart
Scared in the moment
I'll get it one more try Hey baby,
I wanta know what's on your mind
I wanta know
What's on your mind Coa Coa Eyes

Angela K Brown

Colors

Pink
The heaven reflected the sea's hue of azure blue through the suns gentle rays. Gaseous clouds creep
throughout the hallow from above in hues of grey and black lending a smell of purple dew below. Each
season meets its nest of temperature that predicts its hornets upon the ground beneath of rain, sleet or
snow. Thunder pounds loud sounds of drama. Lightning engages into the sky to strike its victims. A
rainbow reminds man God promise to restore life.

Purple
The ground lays species erupting life below. Life inherits the ground surface reproducing life. Mammals
feed off live prey. The survival of the fittest is of who rules, beast or man. Nature is the regenerating factor
for life's destitution. Nature's course is a deadly game detrimental to time.

Angela K Brown

Cost Of Freedom

Freedom.. that stole my sould


Where it left off. The back woods of georgia
Autrioned on a slave block
Sold for the price of a grain of seed
The deed to my soul
No, no it must've began
The price of when my uncile was slain by a clans man
In the back wood of mississippi, I cry, I cry
Who bargained for his life
I pray, I pray for the price of freedom
For te segregated schools
For the freedom of speech
For freedom of slain souls who paved the way
Took the lives of humble people
For the sole purpose..freedom
Freedom, I cry freedom
What does t mean?
When you are illiterate and cannot read

Angela K Brown

Daddy

My Dad is a one of a kind Dad


A man compassionate about life
As leader in the black community,
I followed his ideas and value his opinion.
Dad has a strong, positive guidance
His idea on life is to get an education.
My Dad always took the time to listen
Being careful that I make my own decisions.
Dad had a set of objectives that led the way
It is by choice, that I am more independent.
My Dad is the man, who has influenced me truly
To be a strong voice and a procurer of my dreams.

Angela K Brown

End Of Day

The winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.

Six o'clock.

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

And now a gusty shower wraps

The grimy scraps

Of withered leaves about your feet

And newspapers from vacant lots;

The showers beat

On broken blinds and chimney-pots,


And at the corner of the street

A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

Angela K Brown

Flags Over South

One by one
Against the odds
One on one
Against the odds
They come by the dozens
One by one
We do not know to follow
One by one
Yet we do not always reason
One by one
One by one we come to understand
Flags over south
Oh, Confederate flag
Flying guanine winds,
Rooted in shame
Beyond all reasons
Out of pity and pain
A flag that cries
In the broken air
Flown shamefully
Out of sorrow and deceit
It represents memories of terror
Stones of unmarked graves
Unforgotton memories of our past
Once removed from blame
The time has changed
The anger remains
With unsought questions asked
For its vein purpose
Of painful ignorance
Thought I should change
Of deception and of tiery
Of American values
Thought I would change
The hate and regret
Thought I could change
American values
The Confederate flag flies
In history in vein

Angela K Brown
Floetry

Poetry, the glimmering rhymes


Of tomorrows battered beat, an horizon
Alarming the quake of day break
And the thunder drum's storm
Repeats cliches of an attitude
- Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat,
- Chucka boom
The sounds of music

Angela K Brown

Floe'try

Poetry, the glimmering rhymes


Of tomorrows battered beat, an horizon
Alarming the quake of day break
And the thunder drum's storm
Repeats cliches of an attitude
- Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat,
- Chucka boom
The sounds of music

Angela K Brown

For Good Times

Oh, why I feel the blues?


Oh, why do I feel the blues?
Sound got my legs to wiggling.
Sound got my feet to giggling. Oh, why I feel the blues?
I have fallen in love with the tune.
I have fallen all too soon.
I have fallen the month of June. Oh, why I feel the blues?
Oh, sly, my time news
The rhythmic beats of June
Box. Playing the sound of tunes. Oh, why I feel the blues?
I fell in love to soon,
And now I am paying my dues.
Oh, why I feel the blues? Mississippi Blues
I hurt my baby
Just the other day
Play the harmonic sounds
Wishing the blues away The blues that got me moping around
The blues that got me was crying hounds. I broke his heart,
It was not smart,
To lose him from the start,
We had to part from the blues. The blues that got me was moping down.
The blues that got me was dancing now. I hurt my baby
Playing the harmonic sounds.
Playing the harmonic sounds.
Wishing the blues away.
Blues got me, singing the blues today.
Got me singing the blues today. Dont go baby. Dont go. Blues on My Mind
Got the blues on my mind,
For quite some time.
The blues on my mind,
All the time. Each night I am with you
The rhythm dances,
Feeling the blues.
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Got my feet tapping. Got the blues on my mind.
Got the blues on my mind. I feel the blues in my heart
I feel the blues deep within,
Got me hollering sweet nothings
Blues got me living in sin. Aint no other like the blues.
The rhythm got me chanting
Bee bop tunes. Bee bop,
To Bee bop, To Bee bop tunes. Vegas Radio Tunes
The blues play a jingle
On the radio. Listen to
Gillespie blow. Listen to
Gillespie blow. Gillespie blows
That horn so well, I think I
Have fallen for his spell. The blues
Plays that jingle on the radio. Swaying
To the tune of smooth blues. The blues
The kind of music that captivates
My mind. The blues the type of sounds that
Got me hypnotized. Gillespie blow. Gillespie
Blow. Play that sound. Play the sound of
The blues I like to listen to. I been listening
For over an hour at a time. Blues got me
Feeling Vegas tunes. Blues Language
Music is a language
Revealed through the notes
Telling a story of familiar sounds
A message that is wrote Music is a melody,
A discipline in time.
The blues is a quality,
of a usage of rhyme. Blues is a form of music,
That entails a point of view.
Blues, a type of intellect,
That got my mind and heart too.

Angela K Brown

God

I am in and out
I am all about
I am here and there
I am everywhere
I am up and down
I am all around
I am omnipotent
I am God.

Angela K Brown

God You Inspire Me To Love

I found love while we share our feelings


I found love through his moral support
I found love through his laughter
I found love through cross signals
That overlap the shades of love
I foun dlove through his leadership, fellowship and guidance
I too have found love
I found love in so many ways
Spiritually through the grace of God many blessings
Mentally through conmforting words
Phyisically through the holy ghosts
Yes I too have found love
Through our freindship through our family
I too have found love

Angela K Brown

Holy War

Imprisons their minds


Must struggle with the devil
To find peace in their hearts
So they can live a healthy life again
The voice within is
A disturbed voice of confusion
They struggle with the loss
Of their past with living
The present being reminded
Of their past convictions
Eyes wide shut
I can see the dead caucuses of ash
And dust mites eating at my flesh
I have become the old tired
Drunk suicide. My bones aching
And tired of reasons to move
To communicate
Expand and move on
Images of decayed rusted
And starving dreams die
I age with desire of being strong
Weak and tired, I am holding on
One eye shut
I can feel the voices peeling away
My flesh, letting go, holding on
Wanting to be loved
The trumpets playing
Pa pa papaya pa pa, pa pa pa
Pa pa pa pa
Echoing sounds
Before my dreams. I'm not asleep yet....
I fail, I rise, I fall, I stand tall

I grew up in
The heart of the ghetto
On the west side of west coast
North side, up north
South side, Dirty south
East side, back east
The streets were fierce
The poverty, the street gangs
Living on disability
In paint chipped housing
Lawns unkept
The needy were greedy
Streets were filthy rich
High on drugs
Sex addicts addiction
Drive byes affliction
To meth, is but a dream
From the ghetto
Living life isn't what it seems
High off the American dream
The promise that one day
I'll achieve at a success
The threat of living off welfare Here I AM
A dead beat father
Who can't pay the rent?
The upkeep of raising a family
A single mom alone in the world
Having to raise five children
On her own
In a single house hold
Living check to check
Cannot pay the rent
Selling everything she got
To make ends meet
Children are starven
It's never enough

Living in poverty
Ain't no joke
Ain't got no education
One job is not enough
To provide an education
So her child can grow up
To pursue a better life
To be happy
From the ghetto
The heart of the ghetto
Hard times are bad enough
Hear gun fire every night Here I AM
They kick in my front door
Threw rocks and eggs at my house
I pray to God asking what it's about
The roaches and rats are infested inside
But my body ain't for sell
Their voices threaten me, the ghetto queen
Trying hard in school to make a difference
People telling me I'm too poor
To make good grades when scores are low
Can't make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Isn't enough to pay the rent
With the life I'm in transition
Being better than what I am
Proud to live in the skin I'm in
I pray tis be different
No not like this
I want to give in to sin
I want to quit
I fear I'm living a dream
Time is not what it seems
The life is not for me
It is not what it means to be
The ghetto is not what is meant to be
When I am scared to live my life Here I AM
Vegas threats are way too loud
People are fed up with discrimination
Racy thoughts racist ideas gone to waste
No one wants to fail in life

Back stabbers try to get ahead


At all risk another ones dead
Corruption desperate thieves
Try to take over at all means
People hide behind their lies
The reality of being black cries in the hood
Life is a statistic another one bites the dust
In the ghetto is never enough
She had her child taken away
With a rain check that said
Your child does not deserve to be born
Denied that your color is not good enough
You have no husband
With no way to raise a child
Alone, without a man
You're a homeless girl who is not good enough
All your life you wanted more Here I AM
They took all reason to live
I'm not good enough
To be alive
I fear I cannot go on
Liven my life
For I've been judged
There God and my God
Don't see eye to eye
I am a child of God
Who has purpose
What do I identify with
The color of my skin
I've been teased
For being black
I'm the darker sister
Who can't clear up her act
Skin so dark
It's the first thing they see
How dark I am
Is how everyone relates to me
I've been called a queen of spades
A black ink marker marked against my skin
I find it difficult
Being within the skin I'm in Here I AM

I've been told I don't belong


I've even been called a black sister
I can't stand it no more
Black skin I wish I were pretty
I wish I were smarter and well liked
My black skin defines me
Deep down underneath this mask
I am ashamed of who I am
Some say im too poor
Too dumb, too ugly
But God made me in his image
Skin deep
I view the world differently
God made me for who I am
No one else has anything to say
I'm from the ghetto
And I stand tall
I'm fierce and I won't fall
The ghetto is no metaphoric dream
The ghetto is more than what it seems to be
In the ghetto
That is where I'm from
And I will be damn
What they think of me Here I AM
Before the fat lady sings
The last note is played
And I won't give up on my dreams
I went to college
To make my life better
I had a dream that I could give back
So others will cherish
Their dreams of becoming a success
I needed something more
And one day our voices will be heard
No longer perturbed
No more disturbed
In the ghetto, life must go on
In the ghetto, life must go on
In the ghetto, life must go on
Quitting is not an option

Life must go on
Life must go on
My message to hilary
Don't give up the fight
Don't loose sight of the purpose
Don't loose track of who you are
Black Lives Matter

Rosa Parks rise up


Mary Lou Hammer rise up
Angela Davis rise up
Daisy Bates rise up
Shirley Chisholm rise up
Fannie Lou Hammer rise up
Anna Hedgmon rise up
Virginia Dur rise up

This is history
This is my life story

Angela K Brown

Hope

A voice once talked to me


And told me I wold never amount to anything
Voics said that I am about nothing
The voice replied that I am not good enough
A voice said to me I am best not to try
I replied saying, I am loney and seek guidance
The voices tire me
My being better was only my intention to prove nothing
You neglected to listen to my emotions
Now I lie still, quiet and alone
I heard a voice that said, listen
Don't give up

Angela K Brown

Human Nature

I am Only Human
I am only human
Whan I speak
I flaunt
When I smile
I gesture
When I laugh
I clown
When I pray
I profess my fate
When I walk
I sway
Hen I win
I triumph over
When I lie
I rest

Angela K Brown

I Am A Poet

I'm not quitting, no not me


I'm not to give up on my dreams
Some try to stop me with their please
But I just keep, keepin on
Keep, keepin on...I write
A lone survivor
I been trying to cope with this desease
Ain't got no cause or reason, to breath
Every time flash backs from the past
Disturbed, I feel the heat
Disturbed, I hear their cries
I am absorbed with mania throb inside
Thoughts of suicide cross my mind
And I holler, cry out, scream
Mad at myself without reason
The thoughts of holding back are true
Why am I always feeling blue
Can't stop from wanting more to do
I'd been coping with my desease
It's been hard trying to please
All the people out there
Don't know me
Don't choose to care
I'm wasting time
And it's not fair to me
To have to live this way
Trying to keep my sanity
Threats of locking me in prison
Everyday is a new day
A new hope
A new way of life
And no, not I'm not given up
I'm keep, keep, keepin on...I write
A lone survivor
To all the mess stirred out there
folks will lie and cheat
Try to take you for everything
There are better things
I know out there, I know just because I care
Just make a wish to God
And find yourself
And make the most out of your life
Keep, keepin on
Keep, dreaminnnnn
Hold on to your dreams
I'm a survivor, a lonely survivor
Schizophrenia ain't go tie me down
I'm a survivor, keep, keep keepin on...I write
A lone survivor
I've been dealing with avoiding thoughts
They'll try excuses to say you are illin
Try to say your crazy for living
But it's your life, hold on to your dreams
Trying to stay focused on what I've got
Trying to stay cool with life
By making a difference as I strive
Keeping busy, Better things to do
Than wishing things can change
And I'm not through
I'm staying in school
To make a difference
I write my thoughts
To reveal my voice
I read, I do I act for choice
'cause it's my way of giving back
'cause no I won't turn back
I'm a survivor...I write
A lone survivor
No, not given up
No, not given up
No, not given up
Hey out there
Lost in the crowd
I'm writing this song
Just for you
Keep, keepin on
Don't let go
Keep, Keepin on
Hold on, hold on
Maya Angelou
Keep, Keepin on
Nikki Giovanni
Keep, Keepen on
Angela Brown
Keep, Keepen on
Alicia Keys
Keep, Keepen on
Hold on to your dreams
Peace out

Angela K Brown
I Am Human

I am Only Human
I am only human
Whan I speak
I flaunt
When I smile
I gesture
When I laugh
I clown
When I pray
I profess my fate
When I walk
I sway
Hen I win
I triumph over
When I lie
I rest

Angela K Brown

I Believe

he spacious ski is clear,


Like heaven above is pure
Hugs and kisses from Mom,
Worth all her love
As I reflect on my health
God made life this way

Raindrops shatter tears,


From white angelic wings praise God
Rainbows the colors of unity,
Become learned lessons of the day
As I reflect on my health
God made life this way

Images of good health,


Become imprints in your mind
People, places and things
Are worth all my wealth
As I reflect on my health
God made life this way

As the imprint of their smiles,


Bring prayer to my days,
Love has touched special part of me
In so many ways
It's the air I breath
It's the food I eat
It's the clothes I wear
It's the people I meet
Thank God for many things
Ere is the human nature
Ere to healthy living
Oh I reflect,
God watches over me

Angela K Brown

I Care

You say that you want me


And I say that I love you so
You say that you need me
And I say I miss you too Love comes from those
Who take a chance
Love falls upon those
Who value romance If you say what you mean
And it comes from the heart
There are no second chances
That will break us apart
If you mean what you say
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And I feel it too
Let us give love one more try
Let me see what we can do You say that you love me
And I say its true
You say that you need me
And I say I need you to
Let me give love one more try
And take a risk on trust Let us take a chance at romance
Unaware of what becomes of us Its all you do
Its all you say
Its your good looks
Why I feel this way Its how I feel I care

Angela K Brown

Keeping Faith

I asked for Strength


And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom


And God gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity


And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage


And God gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love


And God gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors
And God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted..


I received everything I needed!

Angela K Brown

Loss

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Angela Khristin Brown - When you Came Into my Life lyrics

I cry I morn for the life I had let go many tears held suicidal thoughts not wanting to let go
There is not a time that goes by in thought in memory in prayer that I kept you on my mind
Memories sustain holding you near my heart will wrongfully remain
Can't let go of letting go knowing that you exist the need the want of having you shall persist When you
came into my life
I opened up
To release eternal hope
I travel many miles
To come to this
With a promise
To give love
One more try
To embrace my love
With sanctity
[Lyrics from: https: /lyrics.az/angela-khristin-brown/-/when-you-came-into-my-life.html]
Stay with me Without you
I walk low head bowed down hurt in an epitome of shame I live in the poverty of resentment for the life I
loosed I am the blame
I confess I lived in sin the host of sin I lived a white lie tales of darkness envy infidelity and lust must soul
lead to die
It was for this secret God had changed my life in Chasity a decision an idea a legacy to strive When you
came into my life
I opened up
To release eternal hope
I travel many miles
To come to this
With a promise
To give love
One more try
To embrace my love
With sanctity

Angela K Brown

Love

God you inspire me to love


I found love while we share our feelings
I found love through his moral support
I found love through his laughter
I found love through cross signals
That overlap the shades of love
I foun dlove through his leadership, fellowship and guidance
I too have found love
I found love in so many ways
Spiritually through the grace of God many blessings
Mentally through conmforting words
Phyisically through the holy ghosts
Yes I too have found love
Through our freindship through our family
I too have found love

Angela K Brown

Love From The Heart

Believe in your heart when I told you I love you, baby


Believe in your heart when I say it is true
I love you, I really do

I've grown fond of you lying here beside me


Love kindly creeps upon me when you're around
All my life I sacrificed ecstasy
Your lips, your hands, your gentle touch
Has brought tears to my heart
Forever yours

Believe in your heart when I told you I love you, baby


Believe in your heart when I say it is true
Oh baby, baby, baby ah baby I love you
Yes, I really do

You are a vision come true


Your fingers strum my soul
Each touch a melody
Wantonly tingling against my skin
Chanting sounds of harmony

Don't you believe in your heart when I told you I love you, baby
Don't you believe in your heart when I say is true
Don't you know deep in my heart baby
I only feel this way for you
Oh baby, baby, baby ah baby
I love you
I really do

I lie down smiling


With my face on your chest
You should know
My entire life is determined
With your words that you express when you

Believe in your heart when I told you I loved you, baby


Believe in your heart when I tell you this time it is true
Believe in your heart there is no other like you
Who has come close to my soul as you

I love you

Angela K Brown

Love Like Mine

The spacious ski is clear,


Like heaven above is pure
Hugs and kisses from Mom,
Worth all her love
As I reminiss - oh my God
God made life this way

Raindrops shatter tears,


From white angelic wings praise God
Rainbows the colors of unity,
Become learned lessons of the day
As I reminiss - oh my God
God made life this way

Simbolic images of good health,


Become imprints in your mind
People, places and things
Are worth all my wealth
As I reminiss - oh my God
God made life this way
As the imprint of their smiles,
Bring prayer to my days,
Love has touched special part of me
In so many ways
It's the air I breath
It's the food I eat
It's the clothes I wear
It's the people I meet
Thank God for many things
Ere is the human nature
Ere to healthy living
Oh I reminiss - oh my God
God made life this way

Angela K Brown

Mental Illness

What do you do
With a troubled mind
Full of delusions
Full of lies
My heart tremble
With the threat of oppression
Taking me over and locking me in prison
What do you do under harrassment
A threat and a failure
When you ask the question
Who am I to ask
Do you give up
Or do I hold on

Angela K Brown

Mercy

I Am Somebody
, By Angela Brown
Call to Mercy
, By Angela Brown
Love is not visible to the human eye
But the power of love is touched by the heart
Nations have fought wars and declared peace
By faith, we are connected
No matter what walk of life
The poor, the ill, the disenf
ranchised
We serve within our hearts with conviction
The fate of our economy,
Our state of health,
The protection of the environment we live in
We open our hearts to God's invitation to love freely
For the victims of poverty,
The immigrants of war,
To
those imprisoned facing death,
Rich in faith and free from sin
The Spirit lives within our hearts
With God's call to mercy

Angela K Brown

Mirrors

I look in a mirror
What do I see?
A picture of a lady
Who looks just like me
I look in a mirror
How could it be
An image I see
Is a prism of light
A reflection of my identity
I look in a mirror
To find hidden truth
A reflection of my inner mood
I look in the mirror
And I see me
Of all hope, fate and imortality
Reflecting, coming back at me

Angela K Brown

Momma Loves You

No matter if your down and blue


And you fear you will never make it
Dry your eyes, wipe your tears
Momma loves you
The times you fear you're all alone
And doubt you can make it on your own
Believe that there is someone who really cares
Momma loves you
When they spit at you and call you names
And you fear that you're the one to blame
You must be comfortable within your own skin
And find the strength from within
Believe that you are special
Momma loves you
When you doubt that your not good enough
And you feel weak and insecure
You're are not the blame for others ignorance
Hold your head up
Momma loves you
When voices tell you that you don't belong
You got that feeling you are treated wrong
Don't stop, fight for what is right
Place your faith in God follow the light
And always remember what Momma says
Be happy with who you are by being true to yourself
And never forget where in life you go
You are not alone, because,
Momma loves you

Angela K Brown

Must Be The Music

16-inch records
8 track tapes
cassettes and Cd'
The sound of music played
on my high-fi recording machine
I was 6 years old
listening to Aeron Nevel
'Siting on the Dock of the Bay'
played Marvin Gaye
could sing every word
'Let's get it on'
was the word on the streets
everyone heard
the records played the Temptations
I knew very well
The sounds of Lionel Richie
was so cool, the Commodores ruled
I remember listening
to Glady's Knight and the Pips
'A Long Way to Georgia'
had come to this
The Soul Sisters had reminded me
the lyrics, 'We are family'
Jimmy Hendrick could play the drums
then there was Aretha Franklin
'Yellow Catalac' and Chakka Con
would sing 'I feel for you'
and the sound of music played on and on
Gillispie, Davis and B.B. King
listening to the greatest jazz ensemble
I swayed to the sounds of Nat King Cole
played the greatest notes on an album
from Smokey Robinson
I felt the notes as the songs played
I heard every word
of Bary White deep voice
of every word said
the music played
Funkadelic tunes stood in my head
my imagination would play a tune
I listened to Pattie Label sing on and on
the rhyme and rhythm of Marvin Gaye
as it played with my moods
I closed my eyes to the Syalitics
I opened my heart Rebbie Jackson
as I fell in love with old school music
the voices in my head silenced
as I listened to Miles Davis play on and on
I listened to the old school sounds
as the music played on and on

Angela K Brown

My Conscious

A voice once talked to me


And told me I wold never amount to anything
Voics said that I am about nothing
The voice replied that I am not good enough
A voice said to me I am best not to try
I replied saying, I am loney and seek guidance
The voices tire me
My being better was only my intention to prove nothing
You neglected to listen to my emotions
Now I lie still, quiet and alone
I heard a voice that said, listen
Don't give up

Angela K Brown

My Heart Feels Too

My hearth feels too,


What I cannot see
My heart feels
What I crave
My heart tastes
To others triumphs and defeats
My heart listens
And to the images of
Yellow orchids
Red roses with petals of lime green leaves
Purple orleanders and parsnips
The blue violets, white daisies and orange daffodils
I feel from the heart.

Angela K Brown

Our Hips
Much homage to our hips
hips that did not give in
Lipton tea, kool-aid, lemonade
was the sin I live in
hips stuffed with gin
fried pork chops, fried okra
proud of the skin I'm in
turnip greens with turnips
hot water cornbread is the beauty it holds
season fried chicken and lima beans
fried green tomatoes, cream corn
and rice pudding potato fries
images of smiles and laughs
races of people ancestors proud
fried fish, skillet corn bread, and spaghetti
mac and cheese, red beans and rice
secrets of my babies taken from me
and stolen dreams from my past
I hold on to broken memories
of being misunderstood
rumors tease and hold on
are no good
the ancestors singing
the legacy stands
with the Lord above
holding my hand
my hips is the Mississippi river
that holds the water down deep
that keeps me going my heart pumping
from regret holding on tearing me down
where the summer kept me from harm
my hips taunt freely with grace and pride
race of women who could have died
while giving birth erased, removed from regret
much homage to our hips
of sweet nectar that breeds
a race of fine men and women
babies that add to the family legacy
I grasp my hips in solitude
of emotions and of pride
my ancestors gave before me
my hips are grandma's hips
mamma hips, auntie's hips
great ganma hips, nieces hips
cousins hips that say please
take it easy don't tease me
but please our hips with
the Lord blessing us with
hips that give birth to a nation

Angela K Brown

Oxymoron
There is no racism today
But why affirmative action.
There is no need for equlity;
But we suffer invaluable differences.
There is no need for a good education;
But we need a degree to be successful.
There is no need for safety;
But there is dangeer of ciolence.
There is no need for celibacy;
But we have abortion.
There is no need for protection;
But we have aids.
There is no need to struggle;
But we want peace.
There is a need for love;
And love surrounds.

Angela K Brown

Playing Basketball

I like to dribble

Making the ball spin,

Up and down the court,

I'm in for the win.

Right guard vault

Twist and turn offence

Defensively in opposition

Every team player's defense.

Got momentum

Got a way to score

Out for that extra point

Its game four.

The game is in opposition

Dysfunctional moves
The product of geometry

Puts the game in move.

Across the court

Getting into action

An active team

Watch your reaction.

Angela K Brown

Rap Lyrics

Why should e ban violent lyrics in rap songs?


When they pull our race down, down, down
Earasing years of painpainfully, erasing reasons for our struggle
Denying our rights as african americans, who lost their lives
For the struggle to grant us
The freedoms we have in store toda
As a country banned from social freedoms

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?


When they discriminate women by using derogatory names
Wrapped in the blood of the union flag
Which stood for what we call freedom?

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?


When we know our mothers are the back bone of the family
The mother who birthed us, put clothes on our backs
A roof over our heads tolerated a sound education
And lead us on our way to defend the struggle that can be
So easily taken away

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?


While during slavery we were brought from Africa
Stolen from our home
Undluterated culture of being slaves
While our women today
are disregarded as socialy retarded
as out cast in the struggle blown away by lyrics
used in rap songs today

Angela K Brown

Red
Red tepid water
drains through building
blocks of slothful thought.
Thrust winds, rain, sleet build
red energy from lightning in
the sky moldering in deception.
A scented red rose with
long thickly sharp prongs
speak of gayety pride.
A red liquid imprint from
an old newspaper personal
dreary same sex ad.
A tornado battled winds blew
down the red old country barn
in depravity of old tired accusations.
Awakening death dreary dark
black clouds with tiers of
red voices speak of
despair, agony and fear.
Red sun rays piercing
confused signs of life of
a lustful inquiry.
Chilly air rips through
the wear and tear
of a red old
withered
jacket
beaten
and
denied.

Angela K Brown

Redemption

Words play back in my mind


I am sick of dying
Images of disconnected words
Play on speech
Broken fragments and participles
Painted storms are like caged
Animals locked inside my mind
Burning tears fall down my cheek
Words have lost all meaning
With the company I keep
I die inside this empty mind
When I closed the door
I refused to look back
My past hunts my conscious
Paranoia had become my state
Of mind. I prayed to God
At a point of no return, I
Have mono with no place to
Go. The anxiety comes from
Locking things out. The voices
Rule mind, I learned to shut out
With fake smiles, I hide the pain
Inside. Kinda gives me courage
To void out the pain. Move on
Move on. Voices are saying
I dont wanta kill nobody
I dont wanta steal
The thought of attempting
Suicide, I dare not feel. Had
I done wrong in my life
I learned the naked truth
Im bein true to myself
All I can do. I confront with the
Hurt and pain, the back stabber
Haters and enimies, all in the mix
The same project, the same hood
The same ghetto, all in the same
Game. I put God first, by believing
In myself is all it took. Because
I chose to hold on, hold on, hold
On. For all its worth. The problems
I am facing could be a whole lot
Worst. I hold on, hold on, hold
On, for all its worth. I hold on, hold
On, hold on. b'cause I do not want
To be another dead statistic. Believe
In myself, b'cause I can make a
Difference. Hold on, hold on, hold
On. Keepin strong, I hold on....

Angela K Brown

Remember

Time is a period
A legace in tact
It lasts throughout age
In cycles that are exact
You can not out live it
It carries on
For eaons of time
It lasts a life long
Time is the yesturdays
Tommorows and the out come of dreams
Time is our future

When was the Last Time


When was the last time?
You held your fist in frustration
Wanting something so bad to happen
And it did not happen
When was the last time?
Your heart groped over
A dream you had of the future
And id did not come true
When was the last time?
You prayed
And God answered your prayers?
Keep hope alive

Angela K Brown

Remember Me

I can not se. I am blinded by light


Hunted by the horror of lies, alibies
Getting by, by, by, the dementia
Riding high, on lies where my memory hides
Hiding on the alusions of dying
Even when you are near, Im there or somewhere
Unaware its not fair you are everywhere
The memories I barely knew the hidden
Truth, to suffer, the guilt from reasons why
I fight back, I lie, I die dreaming of the
Days I ran away to be with you
Carrying lost images of being in love, I
Collect form scrap bookss that emerge
From my haunting past, they fade
Then come back again, unfamiliar places
People, things disappear and reappear
I am in a place
To emerge, to create to feel the joy
Of pain to remember who I am
Or even where I stand, where I come
From and then the youful memories
Of you coming into my life again
The intiment moment of us holding hands
I least expect distorted emotions
Are playing tricks trapped in silenct
Moments. The feeling I can not
Repeat, memories can not return to
Become hopeless points of no
Return. To be seen, to be heard of
I find myself fighting memories, finding
Inner ability, chasing moods. Experimenting
With delusions here and there, I go off
To the universe my consciousness
Undeturbed. Disconnected patterns
Distorted imagery are the math of poetry
The music plays. The birds sing
Can you hear me calling out? my mind
My body, my soul surrenders to words
Have lost its meaning. As if you
Were there to listen
The sound of silence, leaving, the
Wild times, the warm moments, the
Gentle heart beating notes at
A time, holding on to memories
Of me in you, oftime passing by
Measurements of time reminding
Me, why you, I, we were once
Both measured up to centermeters
Of dreams, within dreams
Lost emotions
I could barely see. the
Image I fell in love with, is but
A dream within the
Allusion of holding on
To lost memories
In my mind

Angela K Brown

Snow

A snowflake falls;
Gently,
From the sky
Admist
Flittering unto
The ground
Pitter, pat
Pitter, pat
Pitter, pat
Frozen ice.

Angela K Brown

Sonnet I

Who is the fairest of thy all?


For all thy beauty i am not worthy
Let our love be true the test of times
For what left to all are we left to prove?
Vixensdesire passion trove
Virtue is in prism for goodness show
To defeat all reason love will grow
Gaze deep inside my heart
To see the sunshine over the bank
Natures call to fertility
As the planets move i dare not say
How fair love be fair game

Let not our marriage fold


To admit virtue is a bond to mold
The fabrication of deceit and lies
Will not defeat purpose and all reason
Unity is our foundation
Through the just of times
To overcome the fear of doom
Let temperament be our canvass to longevity
To bear reason to gender fault
For love is a pendulum testing time

Angela K Brown

Suffragette

I do not want to be remembered


Sad and blue
With my head bow down
Living life in gloom.
I want to be remembered
Fighting for just cause
And not forgotten
For all that was lost.
I want to be remembered
Standing against all odds
With head held high
Fighting for justice.
I want to be remembered
The good deed is done
Against the odds
For what was at risk is gone.
Remember me for the pain
And the anger in my heart
Of what I overcome
And the reasons I fought.
Remember me for who I am
What I've become
What we've overcome.
Remember the fight
For what I stood
And the lessons taught
Unsung words understood.
Promise me, you won't give up the fight
And that you will always remain focus
Keeping God in your sight.

Angela K Brown

Swan

Rockery, lolliby, rockery


Swift as a calm sea
Gentle as a feather
Raise oh rise high
O'er and o'er you sway
Parched in a hallow raft
Dismounte o'er space
Distance apart
Fleeing o'er air
Rockery, lullaby, roackery

Angela K Brown

Tears

A tear can be gentle as a cotton ball


Erasing the bondage of pain
A tear can be angelic as prayer
With the hope to end all hatred
A tear can be a cradle
That holds near the soul
A tear can release the condolence of war
That kills all vitims it comes upon
A tear can heal anyone who believes in its power

Angela K Brown

The American

It only takes a spark


I am an American
And a composite of many dreams
I am a patron of God's faith
And an antidote of a dream

I am an American
Born and reared
Brought from different attritubutes of people
Who have each blead or shed a tear

From the battle fields


To the highest courts
From the past until now
Have stood their ground like patriots
Bringing hope for all humanity to be found

I am a true American
Though how difficult it must seem
But I am one proud American
Who dares to dream

Angela K Brown

The Child

Chorus: Behold creature tenderly I've spoken


Shattered hopeful dominant gestures of doubt
Spoken silent dominant gestures of doubt
Spoken silently

A lonely child inhibits her voice inside


A pantomime of eulogy. Thoughts of
Inhibiting the painful cries of rejection.
The serenity from the silent voice, a
Buoyancy of painful soars that remain.
A child requires the soul to heal the
Cruel, mockery and ailing voice that
Destroys the youthful image from rage.

A child was created with innocence.


Conflicting reason to be misunderstood
For her purpose in life. A child is nurtured with
The slurs of hate and envy that try to break
Her youthful image. A child rejection is
Rooted with scornful hatred whose weight
Is the centerpiece of controlling her will
To try to succeed while withdrawn from reality.

A child's refuge lies upon her treatment,


Through the discipline of a parent.
Through the bullying of friends.
A child is rebellious
Afraid to cope with the
Senile ignorance of hate crimes
Of the bitter, cold world.
A child's patience is withdrawn
To committing a self-inflicting wound
Of repugnance.

The abuse is contingent on the


Rage of an innocent child who
Could not know it is wrong.
The child's innocence is taken
Off guard, unaware of her state
Of being. A child's heart is immature,
While she is not responsible
For her own actions. Ornate to
Her condition, she is unforgiving
For a self-inflicting wound.

Angela K Brown

The Definition Of A Poem

A poem is
A passion to
Utilize word
In harmony
With what
You come into
Contact with
Angela K Brown

The Storm

A hale of fog
Hovering above the heavens
Encountering time.

Haltering day
An overcast of shadows
Doomed into darkness.

Pellets of humid dew


Danced hurdling onto the ground
Into somber laughter.

Angela K Brown

Time

Time is a period
A legace in tact
It lasts throughout age
In cycles that are exact
You can not out live it
It carries on
For eaons of time
It lasts a life long
Time is the yesturdays
Tommorows and the out come of dreams
Time is our future

When was the Last Time


When was the last time?
You held your fist in frustration
Wanting something so bad to happen
And it did not happen
When was the last time?
Your heart groped over
A dream you had of the future
And id did not come true
When was the last time?
You prayed
And God answered your prayers?
Keep hope alive

Angela K Brown

Unforgotten
he unforgotton
Live for tomorrow
Dreams never go away.
Peace on Earth
Is the goodwill of all men

Angela K Brown

Vegfas Bikes

magine how we sported our bikes down Lance Street

With polished spokes as wheels spinned

As the chrome stood out balanced in the wind

Imagine the decor of red and white ribbons pom poms

That decorated the handle bars

The plastic horn that beeped pedestrian warnings

That you have arrived

Imagine the sounds of a handmade engine wheel by

Sung from the tongue of a card

Pinned from a clothes pin to the spoke

Humming, humming, humming

Imagine your wheel rider was bold red

Proclaiming your mark to the streets

That every fan acknowledged

As you performed tricks

On wheel and no hands

Gaping over the side walk

In and out speeding through traffic

As you proclaimed your glory

In your hand made car, your bike

It and I a young road scavenger

He and I bicycles low riders


Angela K Brown

We, Are America

We mourned the loss,


Of family and friends
Affected us all deeply
We are the victims.

We are a community of family and friends,


Shaken up, and distraught
Of an unexpected violent act
That ended lives and injured many.

To aid, to help, to support the victims


Of the deadliest act of terror,
In American history
We, Americans bonded.

America came together,


America mourned together,
America was there for each other,
America was strong.

Angela K Brown

What's Up

I do not know how it came to this


My heart opened exist to resist
My sanity has drawn the line
Love and hate, my love is color blind
Wrong skin, wrong color, wrong gender -
I have this problem
Afraid to walk in his shadow, with the idea of being afraid
Wrong colors, wrong skin, wrong age, wrong gender
Afraid of loving him. I should be crazy to love this man
I thought
I should have been the one, before me, before I leave
With him telling me, love lost its meaning
Loved divided us, defined us, destroyed us
I should have been the one, telling him who I am
Who I will be, will be strong, feelings I do not belong
I do not know why love hurts so bad
Scandalous walls divide us, deny us, hide us
Raped, my identity stolen, my heart broken
Eliminate the pain inside, when you took my child
I want to die
My last will was gone, wrong, done might cost me
My life. Ice me, slice me
Burn me eternally. an inferno of love
What do you do with a broken heart?
I do not know how it came to this
My heart opened exist to resist
My sanity has drawn the line
Love and hate, my love is color blind

Angela K Brown

Why The Caged Bird Sings

Hinged
Rhythem
Outbursts
Sighs

Ange
Follies
Hampered
Defeat

Beggers
Liars
Cheats
Defile

A
Tear
Fell
From
Its eye

Unwarented
Symphony

Angela K Brown

Within My Skin Hue

The N-Word has been passed down from generations as an inflamatory word that some find comforting.
Webster's dictionary defines the N-Word its meaning refers to a dumb uneducated black man. History
defines the N-Word as a country in Africa. In Spanish the word Negro means black. I would define the
word as an insult to my intelligence. Others say it is defined by the black race. A girl would use the N-
Word to proclaim ownership of her man. Passed throughout history the N-Word has distinciton. Blacks
are defined through slavery decent. Negroes would proclaim it through slavery. African Americans refer it
pertains to belong to America. Colored race is usualy refering to mixed culture. The N-Word refers to
race. Its meaning has evolved around time. It refers to highest rank in the military. It inhibits the status
quo at human resources. I have never used the word growing up because it is a negative word. I had an
experience with a Hispanic friend neigborhood. Our neighbors neglected me or her when I was around. I
can hear it used by boys as a playful word than being used by any women at any time. My parents never
used the word. For the first time, at a resturant my mom called dad the N-Word and he retorted that his
mom never used this word. The N-Word is a curse word in my family. My family never believed in using
the word. I did not participate in using the N-Word until I came to college. Then; the N-Word was used by
a student to gesture denoting class as a poor student from the getto. I am an educator and it is surprising
to find my best friend is a half white and I find him attractive.

Angela K Brown

Word Power

there is something I wanted to say,


if only you listen to my thoughts,
words are confusing me, can't rest my mind on what I feel,
my emotions twist my words around,
I can't think back, it is not what it was supposed to be,
why did you not respond to my actions,
actions speak in gestures,
words speak in symbols,
the matter of truth is misspelled,
let us speak in honesty,
you cannot begin to understand,
what I am trying to say is...

I can benefit from the exposure.


I write poetry as a form of expression
and I feel I have a need to have
my voice heard. I use personal experience
to communicate with the audience
through the images of expressing
metaphors, analogies and emotions
I reflect on cultural experience
to explicate meaning to passionate words
that describe a state of being
found poems using words
taken from text
analogies, poetic themes used poems
words based on personal experiences
translate words from other languages
compared from Shakespeare analytical antidotes.
my voice to tell a story to create images
to create emotions that give life
knowledge in relating a message
about personal conviction
about how I relate to life
to my struggle.
I use talent to address problems
of the people behind it
that make others understand me
I am poet
I make a difference
in my voice
Poetry is the mirror image of perfection:
Its meaningful text, burns words for eternity.
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Angela K Brown

Words In The Wind

Words dancing ac-


Cross the page
Care-full-lee create-
Ingo dialog, phasing
Words; in-and-out,
Black out. The wisdom
Formulates a melody,
Buzzing noise,
Repeating sounds,
Rhythm and rhymes,
Thumping notes
Laud daddy we like to parody
Added character
To space and time -
La-di-da-di-da,
Chasing ideas
That rejoicing hymns of joy
Of delightful phrases
Within a single line
Hay, ho, hay you
Free-doom rings within
Freeeeeeeeeely we go,
Every stanza; crazily
Mocking words
Imitating elements
Pondering emotions that clings
Within searching,
Ideas, ideas that radiate
What up? Words.

Angela K Brown