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STREAMS 9 Table of Contents
APoet Can Tara Buckley 1
Music and Memory
Music Is Malika Shabazz 3
Jazz Artists Leon Ebinger 4-5 Dancing Dexter Holder 5 Forever Haiku Monique Dukes 6
Spring Rain Haiku Monique Dukes 7
Haiku Maronda Martin 8
Haiku Shirley Campbell 9 Romance Haiku Latoya Lewis 10
Garden Haiku Latoya Lewis
Something Haiku Latoya Lewis 12
Haiku Waiting Alvin Gonzalez 13
Haiku Beauty Erica Jones
14 Waiting Haiku Erica Jones
Winter Haiku Keith Antwine 16
Group Haiku Carlyle Hall Cory DeMorato Tomi Marshall Veronica Rodriguez Corinne Rodriguez 17
Kizzilie Bonilla 18-19
11m Home Latifa Hoskins 19
Lord I Need Her Carlos Soto
I'm Not Stupid Daniel Rios 21
Boom Noella Timothy 21
To Remember Me Johanna Ramos 23 Departed Friend Angel Vargas
A Sad Day by the Sea Vijay Rahim
I Killed My Master Vijay Rahim
Struggles of a Young Man Monique Dukes
27 Choices Choices Choices Choices Elizabeth Lopez
28-29 Young People Barry Huey 30-31
As Real As It Comes Donnolley Phillips 32
My Body Madelyn Arroyo 33
The Black Man on the Street jolores Polite
The Many Gifts of Life [olores Polite
Trinidad Natasha Christopher 37-38
Lower East Side. My Home My Life
M. Fatima Coleman 39
Along the Riverside Katarzyna Dusza 40
My Father Kathy Suarez- Murphy 41
Things I Haven't Noticed Johanna Ramirez
Departed Love Matrix L.I.C. Ojeda
The Person I Love the Most Jimmy Louis
How to Keep a Job Arabi Jeter
Glenn Johnson 48
Why Must I Do The Things I Do?
Devin Williams 49
My Hands Viva Grant 50
Eyes Kizzilie Bonilla 50
What A Set Up Edin Velez 51-52 Daddy Melinda Padin 53 Mothers and Sons Shawndell Everson 54
I Walk Alone SadaWeHs 56
Part 2 Passion and Paradise
Colors Sabrina Hines 58
Fears, What Are They Lloyd Pulley
Evie McGee 60 Feelings Erick Zabala 61
Real Life Thoughts Janette Rodriguez 62
Pride Steven Evangelista 62
I'm Going to Tell You Devin Williams
How I Feel About You Latoya Cleary
A Kiss Lashawn Richardson 65 Adrenalin Chlo'e May Leyow 66
My Lost Child [olores Polite 67 Beautiful Woman MOl Underwood 68 Lucinda Caraballo 69 Mariano Sherisse Alvarez 70
HOne Must Love Me John Dominguez 71
The Downward Spiral Anthony A. Ortiz 71
The Lonely Ones Danielle Lucci 72
72 Thoughts Gena Santiago 73
Kathy Suarez- Murphy 74
Someone Special David Rosado
Is The Love Gone?
Natividad Garcia 75
Why Me Ayana Thomas 76 Paradise Denise McDaniel 77
My Favorite Place Shirley Yu
78 Takeisha Brown Sabrina Hines 79 Elizabeth Mercado 80
Ohl The Humanity of Beauty Everton Duncan
A Better Place James Williams 82 AngelDust #3 Angel Vargas 83
84 Reconstructing My Skills Barry Huey
Adulthood Chanique Cox
Beautiful Natassha Rambarran 87
Tell Me Africa Christford Williamson 89
My Africa Christford Williamson 90
Tina Richburg 91
La- Tameka Bradford 91
Time Sharing Jocelyn John
Locked Down Lorna Cruz
The Scent of July 28, 1993 Tara Buckley
A Friend Camille Gumbs 98
My Home M. Abellard 99
Stevie Chavis 99
Me Robert Rivera 100
Soul and Symbol
Pretty Josie McGee 101
In a Minute Robert B. Feliciano 102
Long Ago Boy Everton Duncan 103
It Seems ...
Jason Cruz, Sf. 105
Endure the Beginning of Terror Which Leads
to Beauty Ephraim Benton 106
The Autopsy Ephraim Benton 107-108 Vanish Lilia Diaz 108 Mosquito Poem Vijay Rahim 109
The Hell's Angel Vijay Rahim 110
Yo era una estrella Nidia Santiago 110 Foreigner Bruce Torres 111
You're Fat ... So Fat Elizabeth Lopez 112
Poison Nildia Antigua 113
Face Miguelito Guerrier 114
M. Fatima Coleman 115
Everyone Naked but I Flew Christford Williamson 116
Dream Drifter Dervis Joyner
Robert B. Feliciano 120
In the Rain There Is a Promise Liliana Tavares 121
Beyond the Shadows Sidney Campbell 122 Summer Nancy Montalvo 123-124
Jose Fernandez 124 Warning (Dreams) Keith Antwine 125
Edgar Montalbon 125
I Had One Wish Willie Griffin 126
Life's Miseries Joshua Atterberry 126
Ethics Renata Kalinowska 127
Look at Me Japel Brown 128
The End of the World Alberto Salinas 129
This Life of Mine D.R. Britton 130
Scattered Into Pieces Rubinsky Padilla aka
The Loved One 131
Needles Kim Glanze 132
What I Seem to Be Jamel Williams 133
Alone Renata Balev 134
Death Eunice Torres 135
Kim Glanze 136
A Poet Can
can take an apple
and compare it to the universe in only three lines
can take a broken light bulb and make it shine
like only the sun can
can take polluted water and make it sparkle as if
it came from an underground spring
can take an uncertain love and replenish it
by writing 111 love you!"
can take a dying world and revive it
like it was a new born baby
A poet cant
Music is simply an expression, just like this poem. Music is just people expressing the way they feel; Whether they're happy, sad, mad
Or just plain down to earth.
People shouldn't criticize it,
Because everyone has different tastes and beliefs. Music trends branch from different cultures Combine to bring us together
And teach us to respect other cultures.
The music was the way from back in the days; Charlie Parker, aka "bird,"
Played the sax with a style never before heard. Coltrane, another sax player,
Reigned in popularity with all flavors,
Then came Dizzy Gillespie and Lionel Hampton With a tune to ease ya',
Which started out with Dizzy's trumpet named "Night in Tunisia. II
Max Roach, aka "Albino Red," played the drums for Bird's quartet while touring the South.
As jazz progressed, the music was made by mouth. From be-bop to scat;
The legendary Cab Calloway would sing
"Minnie the Moocher" on stage in tails and white top hat. Louise Armstrong played the trumpet and sang a little While his reputation grew and he earned the nickname "The Great Sachmo."
And still today she is known from decades ago As lithe woman of jazz, II Ella Fitzgerald.
She had a voice that could sing a lyric with care
So deep it could be heard from the Apollo to Times Square. Another bird best known as Donald Byrd
Played the trumpet to a tee;
Note by note he expressed music under an enchanted melody.
Charlie Mingus played bass with a vibe
That thumped in your face and so unique it rocked! Now today, upcoming artists pay tribute
To the legends who played in the Blue Note and Cotton Club, and many started their fame Playing small-time in taverns and pubs.
As for the future, new legends are yet to be born, Following the tradition of blowing their horns.
When r dance
I move like the wind. I soar like a plane.
I have no shame when I dance.
I dance anywhere anytime any place Just to forget about the race.
Dancing is like a playful boy, It is so full of joy.
Instead of smoking, Instead of doping,
You can dance your troubles away.
Blue bird sitting on
A wild grape tree ... he moves and A wild grape hits me
The blue bird chirps in disappointment for the grapes that dropped from the tree
Blue bird's melody
Sweet chirps that will rescue me From my depression
Blue bird sits on my Shoulder and says he remains With me ... forever
Spring Rain Haiku
On the edge of an
Old mountain lays an eagle Wandering blinded
The eagle falls down Underneath an old pine tree The spring rain falling
its way of life now instinct For reality
Eagles do not cry
There are reasons why they part Leaving forever
Upon the midnight
Blue the moon glows and the wind Blows constantly ... calm
As the footprints fade Away, the moonlight rises Over the prairie
shadows moving smooth Across the way so people Can capture the view
As the sound of birds
Singing flies across blue skies It is raining ... good bye
This one strawberry
I crave for this strawberry Mouth is watering
This one strawberry Body yearning juicy red Ripe taste in my mouth
This one strawberry
To suck all the juices out Of this strawberry
With bright wonderful colors Orange black and red
Looking and sharing With a relaxing sigh as Relief is needed
With your loved one is blissful For comforting hearts
It's a magical
Moment for lovers to share The romantic ride.
Leafy stem like plant Wonderful purple color So lavender fine
People playing wild In a magical garden Rolling breathlessly
Growing some place warm With very rich soil and watch Everyone looking
Standing out from all
The rest breathtakingly wild And full of color
A twinkle of light
Beyond the blue I picture Something very still
I approach something Being very quiet I Turn to the something
In its quickness the
something turns and runs away I try to catch up
But the something or Someone is too swift for me Now, I will heaL..Ahhh
A woodpecker lands Anxiously waiting to peck At a cattail plant
As it waits calmly
To feed upon its glory The feathers are soft
The cattail is like
A ball park frank on a stick Awaiting its fate
A beautiful lake
a graceful swan in its prime In all its splendor
Beauty grace promise Beautiful to all others Amaze excitement
Beauty of nature
Worth its good reputation All beauty and grace
Creatures of the wild Beautiful experience Wonder of the world
If I had a choice
To be graceful and splendid I would be a swan
A lion waiting
Preying on the innocent Waiting to attack
Although it seems wrong That's its only way of life The way of the wild
Life in the jungle
Law is to kill or be killed It might take a week
It waits anyway
Hoping and wanting the best Want Watching Waiting
Life is so sunny
You don't know when the time comes You never know when
There is a squirrel
Patiently waiting for warmth Witnessing nature
A cold winter day
No other squirrels at play He's sitting alone
Trying to keep warm Alone in this winter storm Wondering ... why? ... why?
With snow on his nose And a sparkle in his eyes "It's cold" 1111 go hide,
Cory DeMorato Tomi Marshall Veronica Rodriguez Corinne Rodriguez
Did it have to rain
in New York City today why not tomorrow
The rainbow is out
that means the sun will come out tomorrow agam
Today we have fun talking about poetry with Paul Rotondo
Tommy is crazy Veronica is sleepy Cory is the man
Corinne is smiling Carlyle is just parlaying Corinne needs a man
We are all laughing
We are laughing at Cory And that is the end.
people throwing plates sirens screeching
hoodlums getting thrown against gates.
Hitting slapping crying being loud.
Drug dealers standing outside selling proud.
in the night screaming shouting
gangs having fights.
bullets flying across the sky
nine year old boys on the stairwell getting high.
Horns beeping cars driving by to see the girls on the corner saying hi.
a man shouting at his wife.
Kids being so scared killing the father with a knife.
Babies crying out "please feed me."
"shut up kid and let me be."
Sisters selling all that they've got walking with friends smoking pot
life in EL BARRIO is like this
day in and day out
iris only the ones suffering that don't shout.
When laughter rains It tickles my heart When love drops My way
I'll laugh back.
Lord I Need Her
Every time I've seen you I never had the guts to tell you what
I'm feeling -- the feelings
all about you.
My fear was rejection, so my only protection was not saying nothing just staying quiet.
I was so blind to see you and now you are gone too. what the Hell should I do? I feel like such a fool.
Lord I need her, keep thinking of her. What can I do when she's the one I want?
I'm Not Stupid
Just because I sit and stare at the wall, I'm not stupid.
Just because I can't read and write, I'm not stupid.
Just because I don't know right from wrong, I'm not stupid.
Just because I'm clumsy, big and strong, I'm not stupid.
Just because I get hit all the time I'm not stupid.
Just because I can't do things on my own, I'm not stupid.
So, just remember that I'm only human, And don't forget,
I'm not stupid.
N oella Timothy
Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic TicTicTicTicTicTicTic
The bomb went off and I heard it It sounded like my father Yelling
Could it be Was it really My face exploded in my world I shouldn't be surprised
In my world and the real world everything blew up
The cars, the seltzer bottles, the parents, the schools, the government, the stupid dogs, the very poor, the firecrackers,
the people throwing cans of "OFF" into campfires The world's a very crazy place
if you don't learn to burn
the world will be a painful place
So maybe I should learn to burn
But what if it hurt and the firemen never came I might get stuck in the electric connection One to another setting off another
Until somebody puts the last cigarette out
To Remember Me
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet
eady tucked under four corners of a hospital mattress. ~Jocated in a hospital lousily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all practical purpose
life has stopped.
When [hat happens do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by use of a machine and don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, and the baby's face of love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of suffering. Give my blood to a teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every nerve and muscle in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat, and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.
Burn what is left of me and scatter my ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow so all can remember me by.
I scream out loud as the pain rips my mind.
All of the memories -- the good days and good times That we shared since that day years ago
When we met playing ball in the cold.
As we played ball we got high and got along;
From there we got older and our friendship kept on.
High school came. We got girls, cut mad schooL We drank and did things young teens shouldn't do.
Man, how could you leave so early and so young?
We did many things, but some things weren't done. We hadn't got married, got old and had kids.
How could you lie there? We have to fail another quiz, Write on more walls and play ball til late night.
Put up a fight and come back to this life,
You lay in that coffin. As they closed it half me died. I love you departed friend. You left me. Why?
A Sad Day by the Sea
How do you describe a day by the sea?
The sky is dark. I was walking along a beach. I saw a gun. Should I take it or should I not.
I took it up and pulled the trigger. It was loaded. I shot my best friend.
I didn't know whether to run or to stay. I didn't know what to do.
I looked at the sun and the gun. Then I looked at the sea. I didn't know what to do. Then I ran and
dropped the gun in the water.
My best friend.
My best friend.
I Killed My Master
And I'm gonna live in his mansion so swell But I don't care what you think about me 'cause I'm gonna die in hell.
I don't regret what I did
You could burn me,
But you sure as hell can't learn me. You could hang me,
But you'll still find me in every closet, My heart ticking in your soul.
Every day someone gets killed by a gun
Why are people always shooting each other day after day? We hear on the news that someone else is dead. Why? Why do companies make guns in the first place?
Why are children killing each other?
Why are a lot of people dying?
Because there are a lot of guns in the world
My cousin was shot by a gun on Halloween in the Bronx
Please stop the shooting And stop making guns
So the people can stop killing each other
Struggles of a Young Man
" Monique Dukes
You struggle, you build, you love and produce You rob, you kill and you hate
You misunderstood youth
I see all these images of you my man None can be ignored
I can't say I don't understand When society accuses you And convicts you
Sometimes placing you in a cage Like an animal
Taught to be obedient
Learning the way of the slave
With a number on the side of your chest Counted like the rest
You misunderstood youth.
Choices that we make every day Some are easy, others are not. It's just a part of life.
I have made many choices in life. Some have brought me
To the right path where -- I might add -I feel ok with what I decide to do.
I guess I am the type
That just runs through
Whatever comes my way.
There are many choices
I can think of
That I could talk about.
The choice most vividly to mind Is the most recent:
I moved out of my house. I am on my own now.
I know I wasn't ready.
It was something I always wanted to do. I wasn't really in a rush.
There are a lot of things
I wanted to do before
I faced responsibilities
I face now.
I have always taken care of myself. I always bought the stuff I needed. Always worked.
Now I face bills --
Bills I had a choice not to face before. Now it's different.
It's a must.
I am upset really with the fact that
I left my home not on good terms; That's something I need to take care of.
I don't want hard feelings within my family Because I moved out.
Life brings so many problems.
Look how a choice affected my life. There's nothing much to do but to go on. At least I just have to look out for myself And not a family.
So the choices
Will affect me for now. Hopefully, one day That will change.
If I meet my equal -My other half --
Who will face choices with me.
Young people in today's world
are trying to be like what they see. Sometimes they don't even
get to see the age of 18.
They want to be gangsters so bad that they do stuff like robbing, killing, selling drugs to be down with the crowd.
The reason I started selling drugs was that I was tired
of not having money with me. I had no love from my family. My family was
getting money from welfare,
but I didn't see a cent of money
from who was receiving my checks. Plus $40 wasn't enough to keep me full, but the problems came
when the death of my mother was told to me by the cops because they needed someone to go identify the body
of the person they found. That's when all love inside me was gone.
For everybody that cared for her ignored the simple fact
that she had a problem.
Nobody even tried to help her with her problem.
So when she died I died inside
and her problems became mine. People thought that I had problems which I did have --
problems facing the fact
that she was actually gone;
out for good
and would be coming back. Never again.
Now that I'm older, I still feel that feeling of not being loved.
That's why I don't care if I live or die. My memories of how I used to be back when I was eight years old --
my pain runs deeper than people think. People say
they don't understand the anger that I have locked inside me.
My family doesn't even understand what my problems are,
but I'm gonna make damn sure
that my kids have a better life than me. Because I don't know
when I'm gonna die,
at the rate I'm going I know
that I won't live to see twenty two, but before I go I'll make
all the money for my children that I can
and put it all in the bank under their names
so when they get older
they will have money in the bank. When I'm in Hell
my children will be taken care of.
As Real As It Comes
The cops are always stalking
But never talking about the hawking
In my hood we've got The Project Dweller The Crack seller
And the Black top Smeller
I can't understand this world Everyone crazy either they just are or they are acting.
Please everyone just keep it as real as you can
Don't try to be like the next man
I am short
I have long hair r wear glasses
I hate wearing glasses
Because they make me look ugly Sometimes people must think
I am funny looking because such A short, young person is pregnant J, at times, would like to
Hide myself. I am ashamed of my pregnant body My body is going through many changes
My breasts are getting bigger
My nipples getting darker
My nails are getting stronger
My hair is getting shinier
I am gaining weight. Getting hardly Any sleep. I don't fit in my clothes
Can't wear high heels any more I must care
For my body more than before. Eat healthy food So my body won't keep growing and get ugly
I made this decision so I have to live with it
And I don't regret it for nothing in the world.
You were conceived while I screamed and panted; this life that came from us.
I was afraid, but I never regretted you.
Now you are here; this person who looks exactly like my love and who finally makes me proud, because I gave you life.
I brought you into this world and no one could help me.
with me, alone.
Feeling ashamed for love. Hoping they run away or hide this time.
The sensual seduction of the unknown -to do things like never before --
all this to let you know you are my being.
When I needed your protection it was rarely there. When I needed your love it was gone somewhere.
I'll tell you my childhood's a blur, but I would be lying.
I wouldn't be saying the things I wish I could blur, but can you ever erase something from deep down inside? If I close my eyes it's clear on my mind.
It's as if before I was born I was chosen to be the one to hurt. I was the one whom when played felt the shame, shame, shame of what I didn't know, but I knew it was wrong.
The Black Man on the Street
J olores Polite
Every black man is someone's child, father, uncle or brother. But this was not the image
I saw the day I got robbed.
When I got robbed I lost
more than a big shining piece of gold. I lost the shine in my eyes,
my belief in the world and mankind.
The day I got robbed an earthquake hit my world and tore down the security my neighborhood tried so hard to build.
The day I got robbed
filled my mind with many questions like where are
I look at my son and hurt.
People will soon judge him like I judge other black men --a drug dealer.
I would tear apart inside.
I would be angry. I would be hurt. Now I must stop. Now I must think --How do I feel?
--How do I look?
--What do I believe?
when I encounter a black man on a street. 35
The Many Gifts of Life
J olores Polite
1111 take what life gives me as I travel this journey 1111 take what life gives me don't you worry
1111 take what life gives me as time goes by
1111 take what life gives me, 1111 soar I'll fly
When life gave me my color
I was proud to be black
even though others hated that fact,
When life made me a woman, I said I would strive meanwhile the men began to despise
When life gave me rape I began to hate
then I said I must change this face
When life gave me pregnancy
when I was a teen
I said to myself you'll do supreme When life gave me my son
I knew I was a mother
I promised myself he'll be like no other When life gave me the tools to go to school I knew inside lid be no fool
When life brought me racism I tried not to hate I told myself you mustn't relate
When life gives me love
1111 be so glad
Love is the gift I never had
N atasha Christopher
Oh Trinidad, why do I love you so? Why do I see your virtues
While others see your faults?
Why do I see your beauty
while others only see your ugliness?
I Jove you for so many reasons, Too numerous to list,
I love you because you are you,
A unique gem in that chain of Caribbean jewels I love you because you are the land of my birth and my roots and my culture.
Twenty-seven years, girl, since your birth That's a long time
No wonder I dream of you daily
Family, friends, neighbors are dear to me, They provide me with points of reference An appreciation of growth and decline Space and time
Of life and death.
They help me define who I am Where I come from
Where I'm going or would like to go Everybody likes to be somebody
In Trinidad I am more somebody Than anywhere else in the world.
11m somebody's daughter, aunt,
cousin, friend, wife and sister-in-law Love is very difficult to express in words, Love should be acted out,
Words seem insufficient to describe My feelings and yearnings for you My native land, sufficient to say,
I love you Trinidad, Trinidad, land of my birth.
Lower East Side. My Home My Life
Day and night no sleep Bodegas, supermarket Public schools. Mad Kids around. Weed Spots with Fat Dimes Juice Bar is pumping Cocaine spots. Dope Alleys. Crack houses.
Day and night It's all good
M. Fatima Coleman
I will never forget his silver gray hair, Always neatly combed in place
There were three beautiful generations All over his precious face
He was so sweet and kind, nice and wise, He was the greatest.
I was a young girl in my early teens he said,
"Now baby, listen, things aren't always the way they seem. II
My uncle though he was junior
He would always sing the same song to me He would always say,
"Take your time young girl. don't you rush to get old." Also, If Take it in your stride, baby, just live your life. Don't be like the family, a new path you must learn. If Now I know patience deserves a perfect turn.
Til we meet again, a new creature in God is what I am.
Along the Riverside
The river was running and we were Standing on the side not knowing why Standing together and looking at each other I confessed my love
Your blue eyes were smiling While showing your tender love
Your blowing hair told me about our love again Feeling warm on your lips
Your gesture confessed your love completely And loving each other along the riverside We faced this distant world together
Softly I lay within my mother
Alert I sat in her lap
Curiously I watched her turn the pages
that she hoped would put me to sleep Lovingly, I admired her grace
Quietly I crept into her room
Loudly I heard her cry
Violently she was struck
Nervously I couldn't look away Questioningly I asked why little babies see such things Ashamed she turned to me
Bravely she told me to run
Kathy Suarez- Murphy
Do I know my father?
I wish I did we met Just once or twice and Now it's late too late He's gone gone today, gone tomorrow, gone Like the dinosaurs ....
Things I Haven't Noticed
The bed in which I sleep
The tissue in which I sneeze The air that day by day I breathe The sound of the breeze
The dog outside my window The tree in my backyard
The flowers we planted in the summer That are now all gone
The ceiling that protects me The walls that shelter me The hairs inside my nose
And the pillow that accompanies me to all my adventurous dreams
It came like a soft, gentle wind Slowly
Not showing any sign that it was there You had no idea, neither did we
Until it was too late
It was too late from the beginning It grew with more momentum
As it got bigger, you got small and thin You forced a painful smile
Even when you wanted to cry
I held your bony hand
Trembling and cold
I cried my use1ess tears while you disappeared I sobbed as your fingers slipped through mine
I smiled as you touched my face and told me it would be O.K.
I listen to you stop breathing And suddenly start again
Just as my heart stopped and started with you I loved you when it hurt the most
And you loved me too
I smoothed your thin hair back and stroked your pale face I waited
I saw the red ribbons everyone wore when you had gone As if a ribbon did you justice
It just minimized it all
I listened as your memorial service droned on
I wanted to sit there with you and hold your hand again I wanted to save you
I wanted to tell you that
we could go sit in a field under the sun and be happy
But you don't worry about me
You're free from the world of doctors, medicine and tubes You are free--go
I'll be here waiting, until you come and get me.
Matrix L.I.C. Ojeda
Dedicated to Michelle Vega Who passed away the summer of '91
ITI love you, IT she whispered on a hot summer day,
Leaving me satisfied with life and without a word to say. Beauty she possessed welcomed all, beginning with a smile. Changing depressed hearts, at least for a little while. Daddy's little girl, mother's pride, my will to go on with life. Loving me, no matter what anyone said, I had plans
for her to be my wife,
My dark day came; a call let me know she was dearly departed. I cried wishing it was me instead of her, thoughts
of the broken hearted.
I am now left with the memories of the one I love, always thinking of how it used to be.
Sometimes I can hear her whisper on a hot summer day. "I love vou," I whisper back; the only words left to say.
One Friday night after coming home from school, I had an argument
with my parents. During this argument they kicked me out of the house. So
I left. Walking and walking desperately, I decided to sleep on the "Main Vein," the sub surface underground system that carries trains all over the city. When I decided to sleep on the train,
I hopped the turnstile at Third Avenue and 149th Street.
I took the #5 one stop
to Grand Concourse, and changed to the #4 where I slept until the last stop.
Then I decided to ride back.
On the ride back, there was a group of youths who rode in the same car as me. They played loud music
and were smoking pot. I tried not
to sleep or doze off because I didn't know what their intentions were. I started
to look for things to read I came
across one of my favorite subway posters. It is called Poetry in Motion.
I read the poem. When I looked around, the youths were gone. Then I returned to my next destination
which was dreams! Dreams in the "Main Vein."
The Person I Love the Most
The person I love the most is my sister. I really love her
because she's not the type of person that goes wild. She's kind of quiet in some ways. I love her because
of the way she acts, especially to me.
I've been living with her since my mom gave birth to her and right now I'm 17 and she's 14.
Now I've been missing her the most
because first of all
she's the only sister I got on my mother's side so I wouldn't like to lose her.
I've been locked up for some months now. I'm going home soon.
I just can't wait to tell her
that she's the person I missed the most.
How to Keep a Job
To keep a job you must be on time. Respect peers and teachers
and show kindness to others. Follow rules and regulations.
Come every day if possible.
Also be honest and keep busy.
It's good to take criticism wisely. Stick to your schedule.
Leave all your blues at home.
The Law, it's not always good Police grab me ...
No questions. Just go! A lineup ...
A bunch of young brothers, and me ...
11m the one ...
No way. Nobody listens! Rikers Island
That place aint good One month goes by 11m free ... Mistake! Another brother did it. Got caught-
11m out ... Bad mistake made ... In Rikers for nothing. Nobody Cares!
Why Must I Do The Things I Do?
Why must I do the things I do?
Maybe I just want to get people's attention Or maybe I just want someone to play with, Take me out, or I just do want to be alone. Why must I do things to other people?
You can't trust them Because they lie too much
And they will hurt your feelings
Why must I give people a hard time? Maybe because I don't get my point across I just don't feel like doing things
I guess one day
I will find my answer
My hands are very short and fat. Their color is brown.
Around the knuckles it's a darker brown
and really wrinkled. My hands are more wrinkled than the average person's hand.
Every day my hands do a lot of work.
I use my hands to wash, dress, eat
and most of all I need my hands to write. When I go to work my hands push wheelchairs. When I wash up in the morning
water against my hands feels very good. I like my hands to be very moist.
When my hands are dry they are very unhappy. My hands don't mind when I use them to write,
but when I write too much my pinky starts to get sore.
Years go by slowly
Pain stays within your eyes Bags prove struggles
As tears bring down the pain.
What A Set Up
A bid is a time
When you lie alone, Feeling the evil Throughout every bone.
Watching the inmates Constantly fight,
And then seeing them Get cut in the night.
res not funny seeing Sornebody's insides,
While watching them bleeding And hearing their cries.
I wish that I never Started selling drugs, Nor robbing and killing And hanging with thugs.
I used to have money
So much I was merry, While all the while working On my own commissary.
I buy lots of cookies, Cigarettes and baby powder, Just to find them gone
When I come out of the shower.
Can't go to police Complaining and speaking, Cause I'd be a snitch
And my face would be leaking.
So I swallow my pride And go to my bed, Only to wake up
With cuts on my head.
So I run to the bubble
Not caring about snitching, They take me to the clinic And I get lots of stitching.
Now I feel the evil In my very bones,
And start cutting inmates So I never go home.
Oh Daddy, where are you? You're the father I never knew. Do you even think of me?
I like to think you do.
I wish that you were here with me and had been long ago.
In all those times I needed you but you never show.
You never did with me those things that daddies do like teach me to walk,
or teach me to talk
or even tie my shoe.
Why did you have to leave me? Why didn't you come back? You should not have gone away for it is your love I lack.
I never got to see you.
I never got to know you,
but even though -- in spite of that -I want to tell you I love youl
Mothers and Sons
I'm a soldier on a path of fear, A baby crying but no one hears.
In this war of feelings I scream with pain
As I watch my mother inject the poison in her veins. Lookl She sits in a daze, a hopeless grin
As the sh-t kicks in.
My heart fills with anger for the creator I see.
Her pale brown features bring out the weakness in me. Caught up in emotions my hatred cannot defeat
A swift blow of pity knocks me off my feet.
Can you help me, Lord?
Please help me.
Why is my mother all smoked out?
Even as a little child the name Evie is one that creates problems
It is a name easily able to taunt at ... it's different.
It likes to roll around in people's mouths sometimes mispronouncing its own sound as to easily confuse others.
There is no shrill E sound for people to hang on to wi th their tongues.
Merely a dull E very easily the tongue tries to correct and a new sound
as to change the name
Every new school, new class, new teacher causes the class to erupt into Evie after the attendance is called.
Sometimes the desire to be anyone else overtakes me and I refrain from correcting people.
When I think about the names that I might give my children
I think maybe more common names To spare them from the years of correction I've been through.
But I don't desire a poster child
so why not set my child apart from others as early as birth.
I Walk Alone
On a day like this, I could never be alone. All the children outside playing,
But 11m still far away from home.
My mother said I shouldn't have gone And tried to be so grown.
She said, "Wait until you're 18
And then you can be on your own, II But still I walk alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
Why did my mother have a child like me?
But one day she told me all ten of her kids were meant to be. Two of my sisters moved away from home.
I really wonder why.
My mother said that she'd often fuss and fight with them, And then she'd start to cry.
When my father moved away,
I really didn't know what to do.
But when he left, I felt I had to move away soon. I moved into my godfather's home,
But I really wanted to live in a foster home, Because I still walk alone.
I can't live for the sound of colors Are thrashing my soul,
For I stand strong, maybe alone, But,
I stand strong!
I don't stand by with or for a color! Because that I am not.
I am flesh,
I am blood,
I am skin.
Why can't you see? Are you blind ... because I don't see
What you see.
Because my friend I am not a color. I am not death, demon, nor deviL
I am not evil or hateful,
but you are, because you see colors. But I want you to see me:
skin ... damn it ... skin
For this is who I am and what I shall breed.
Fears, What Are They
F ears can come at any time or any place. Fears are hidden within your mind and soul and can take over your heart.
F ears are like the wind
that blows through the trees on a cold winter day.
So you ask me what fears are? I ask you the same thing,
because the fears in my heart no one can answer.
The streets are so Dangerous every time You go out
I hope you come back Safe and sound Danger...
Doesn't wait for black Or white
Color does not matter I just hope
You come back Safe
Can't I ever understand
What you did those years when I wasn't in your life Why your face curves the way it does
Don't your parents care where you are
How come you act differently every time I see you I want to understand
the way your lips move
the way you ash your cigarette
the way you ignore me
when you don't
I want to know your thoughts before you fall asleep Do you wonder about me
What makes your eyes pierce the way they do The direction your hair grows
the way it parts
How your voice sounds
when you are angry
when you are crying
when you're pretending to be something you're not
Were you ever chubby
Do you feel alone sometimes
What makes you care what people think How come you pretend you don't ... If you do and if so what for
I want to know why you don't talk to me but everyone next to me
How others perceive you
in comparison to me
Do you get sick
Do you feel confused
you never sound like it
Did they ever laugh when you were little or did you laugh
and are you afraid they might start
I hate to feel. I wonder why? When I feel sad I start to cry. If I feel happy I jump up high. Now I feel alone so I sit aside. Looking up in the sky,
How would I feel if I could fly?
I feel miserable here in jail,
But when my moms comes I feel A sparkle in my cells.
When I leave I will feel sad no more, F or then I shall
Feel the love of being home.
Real Life Thoughts
Sometimes it's hard to say If what you say is for real Or if what you say is What you feel
You feel what you know Therefore you expose What you think you feel.
I seem to be an uneducated person,
But deep inside I am willing to understand and look forward to learning.
My prides makes me hide away the shame, But if I never learn then 1111 remain the same. I don't want to remain confused and ignorant Just because I want to impress you,
So I guess I got to move on,
'Cause I got much work to do.
I'm Going to Tell You About the Way I Feel
The way I feel
Is like when I go some where I feel funny
Because I'm around different people When you are home
You are around your family You feel safe
Because you know that's where you are loved But the real reason why I'm telling you this
Is because I feel someone
Has to know I feel like that
I have no choice
But to do what other people tel1 me I mean if I do something
I have to tell my mom or my boss I just don't feel free
I will always have someone telling me When to sit down
And when to get up
I just want to live my own life They may say
When you get older you're on your own You may be on your own,
But if it's not your mother telling you what to do Best to believe you have someone else
How I feel About You
How I feel about you
Is what's on my mind now
I can't stop thinking about you
And God knows I am trying to learn now I feel it can't happen
We were together for a while, Not even just by thinking about The times you made me mad
Damn, you were the best man I ever had When we were to have a disagreement You always made us come together
That's why I started to love you more than ever Maybe if you just give love a chance
Believe me no matter what
Once again we will find romance
My love for you will take a small amount of time To heal cause it's hurting so much
No matter what, I am going to get back to you on this Cause how I feel about you will never switch
You walk up to me
Your tongue I can taste You gently put your arms Around my waist
You pull me close
Your body to mine Working very slowly
Just taking your time Around your neck
My arms are places
Then we stare at each other Face to face
When both our lips Finally meet
Then tenderness Is oh so sweet.
ChIo'e May Leyow
My ideas and thoughts Toss about in my mind Like the tides of change My dreams dare to take Me in to lands no man Can dare enter or discover I ask questions that Should not be asked - That cannot be asked
I ask questions that Should not be answeredThat cannot be answered Dare I think!
Dare I ask!
My heart pounds With intensity.
My Lost Child
When I heard the news on October 1,
That the baby was born and it was a girl I had mixed feelings
Hurt, anger, jealousy,
Scattered across my face
I felt as if
I had been just hit with an elephant trunk
As if the weight of the world was on my shoulder I had to pretend joy
But in reality I was ANGRY I was angry at myself
For being so petty
For being so small minded I walked into my house
F ell on my bed
Cried because God has given someone else
The Baby! I dreamed of And in my heart I knew I was wrong
I knew I was cruel
But I needed that time I needed that space
to grieve for my
When a man has a beautiful woman Does he know it?
When a woman tries to please him Does he know it?
Why is it when a woman is beautiful, He doesn't realize it until she's gone?
Why are the beautiful women Always getting hurt?
Any why is it that a man
N ever tells his beautiful woman How pretty or attractive she is?
I guess no man has the courage To tell his beautiful woman
How he really feels about her
I am that beautiful woman
I am tired of other men
Saying I'm pretty or attractive When my own man doesn't say it!
The only time a beautiful woman Would hear these things
Is when they're getting ready to make love
All he says is- Baby you look good!
But when that beautiful woman is gone ... I guess he'll never realize it until the end!
Are you black? Is he white?
I don't know
I think you are darker than me And he, I think, is lighter than me I don't know you or
Where you're from
But for me to strike out at you because You Ire not my complexion
Or not from around the way
Would be ignorant
And would cause a wave of destructive behavior
So stop and think about this The color of your skin
Is meaningless when your heart Is filled with love and your mind Is filled with hope!
Mirandote desde una distancia Admiro tu car a delicada
Rezo que me regales una sonrisa Inconsciente de la mirada que te vigila Alimentas solamente tus deseos
Nada que yo siento tiene importancia Ojos tristes Horan; siguen vigilando
Looking at you from a distance I admire your delicate face
I pray that you will give me a smile Unconscious of the look that watches you You feed only our desires
Nothing I feel has any importance Sad eyes cry; they keep on watching
If One Must Love Me
If one must love me,
Let it be for my passionate heart, My gentle kiss and my kind soul Love my smile which is only for you
Love my constant stare which your beauty attracts
If one must love me,
Let it be for the way I make you laugh Or for the sunshine I bring on a rainy day Love me for my jealous ways
Love me for what I say
Love me for my dreams,
But don't love me because I love you!
The Downward Spiral
Anthony A. Ortiz
He put the gun into his face, And pulled the trigger,
(Bang! So much blood for such a tiny little hole) Problems have solutions,
A lifetime of messing things up, Fixed in one determined flash, Everything's blue in my world,
The deepest shade of mushroom blue, All fuzzy spilling out of my head.
The Lonely Ones
The lonely ones sit alone by themselves, The lonely ones are by themselves in this
whole big world,
They walk around without being heard, The lonely ones are crying out for help Without anybody knowing how they feel, The pain they feel is so unreal it tears
them up inside,
They even feel like they are going to die, If you ever cross the lonely ones,
Stop to help and make them feel that
they are reaL
Oh dear son of my ever best Within you I see me
Though we're not of the same sex My reflection in your face I see For such a tiny being
Not in this world even a year My heart you keep stealing Keeping love ever so near The silly little things you do Making you unique is true
No one can compare to my boo.
As these thoughts flow from my mind chru the passage of my heart
So many true feelings, I don't know where to start Thinking of all the special times we've shared When I needed you the most,
You were always there
I remember the things I whispered in your ear, Making passionate love while playing with your hair Thinking of how we started out as friends
That was the beginning
And now there's no end
Through the eyesight we're far apart But we'll always be together
Within the conscience of our hearts
These are a few thoughts that I had to share; Baby I love you, and I will always care.
Kathy Suarez- Murphy
Did I break his heart my first? We live so far apart and I
Would wonder what he was doing In Brooklyn and think he didn't Really care for me. That I
Was his Manhattan girl and now I can't forget him. If this
Is love, why does it hurt so much?
Sending this message to a girl that I miss Others may say it, but will they mean this My love for you is the best of its kind
Even if I'm turned down you're still on my mind Opening my heart to you is my wish
N ever expecting no more than a kiss
Eventually later my wish will come true Sending this message because I love you Praying that one day we'll both be together Casting far out to find my one love
I guess it will have to come from above At last I have finally reached the level
Lonely nights are over, I've found someone special.
Is The Love Gone?
You tried so hard not to fall in love so you wouldn't
get hurt, that you ended up hurting the one person that truly loved you. And deep in your heart you
loved him too, so what good did that do? You got hurt anyway.
What's the sense of holding back the love when someone's there to meet you along the way. When the love is gone there's no turning back,
it's too late to try to make up for all that was done.
Where does the love that's lost and gone go? Does it fade away slowly until it's gone?
When the hug of love is so tight and it begins to fade,
then the hug isn't as tight as before until there's no hug at all.
The feeling of love is gone. So I ask, "Where did it go?" Did it fall into the arms of someone else?
Or, is it just lost and waiting to be found and loved again?
What a position we put ourselves in
What type of problem did we start to begin? We were just friends,
How could this be?
How could I let you get so close to me I think it's a mistake
So my mouth would say But I think in my heart I want you to stay
I am not sure at all
but in time we'll see
If it was meant for us to be
As I lie here on this Beautiful beach that is
a blanket of crystal white Sand, I look to the ocean that Is urgently rushing to greet the shore. So am I eager to be In your arms.
Like an island of paradise
Far away from the cares and Harshness of the world, so I Find my paradise in your arms. As I do my haven in our love.
Like a crystal clear sky on a Perfect day, so is the pureness And the honesty of what we feel.
Should the tides ever rise
Should ever raging storms come,
You would not be swept up in the vortex of loneliness. For I would Cling to you with a fierceness
Until the storms pass. You would Never be alone. I would warm your Heart with mine, as if it were my own Come winds, storms or raging tides
I will always be there to return
You to my paradise.
My Favorite Place
Trees are my house Grass is my bed Flowers are my light Animals are my friends I love countryside.
Beach is my home, Sand is my furniture, Sea is my bed,
Wind is my music,
I love beach.
Clouds are my chairs, Sun is my parent Stars are my friends Moon is my dream
I love sky.
(This poem is dedicated to all the young females trying to make it in the world. Please don't give up. Your life has only just begun. It gets better in time.]
Flowers bloom, People cry, Dogs die,
But still I rise.
Food gets burnt, Birds fly,
But still I rise.
School is hard, People are ignorant, Guys cheat,
But still I rise.
My boyfriend got killed, My baby boy is deaf, My mother is on crack, My father is a rapist,
But still I rise.
A situation not completely balanced Sligh tly off time
Yet maybe in a different world, At a different time
The doubts and fears would disappear
With the taste of your Ii ps that I long to kiss All feels good
All feels real
The desire of the heat
That you and I could share in a world That probably would not accept us Breaking two hearts along the way
your girlfriend's and my man's Haven't done it yet,
Shouldn't even think it
But you're in my every day thoughts And 11m only a woman looking for love
and loving adventures But you are not a boy,
But a man with an ex-wife, two grown children,
a girlfriend and her child.
It is not a matter of jealousy,
But there is only so much you can change in a lifetime My dear, sweet friend, so I tell you.
maybe at a different time in a different place
in a different world!
Oh! The Humanity of Beauty
The diamond looking glass set on your own perfection My blood along your thin lips,
the Sun to darken your complexion The sweet hold of watered down Fragrance to inflame the neglected The horror ridden piece you bought
From posh, the silken clad Predator beast.
Ah, to keep intact with
the century year, I mark on things ... .... your tight skin
wonder, wonder, I ask in shock of awe, where did she go?
that old world woman style.
I ask myself ... I ask Where did we go? Ahhhh my lover we never stand afar come close to me close to my heart to
beat ferociously to your chest .... to know me ahhhh my lover, hm hmmm let yourself fear me fill me with your pain .... suffering
.... seducing seducing me
kiss me now hold me as if to
conquer me make the blood boil from your sex your sex is me your breath is me
your lust is me .... your blood is me
J ames Williams
Wondering about the love I have In my heart and soul
Sitting here watching children Till the day that I grow old
In life there are lots of struggles Little kids without any dreams Let's make the world a better place Stop killing human beings
Our future depends on children On each boy and girl
To grow up and change the world From negativity to positive thoughts
Education in a society like this
Is most definitely a must Remember we are in our children And in God they'll surely trust
I hold the basketball and feel so comfortable When my game is on I seem so unstoppable I started in 9th grade all I had was a jumper
Since then I worked hard playing ball every summer I can shoot with my left penetrate and finish Defensive in the paint lay ups are diminished Rebound, scream and pass study others' game
When college season is on I write some more and maintain Practice what I've written as I practice every day
I have scored in every single tournament I've played
Many peers like my game others just can't give me respect That's why in every game I play I try to catch wreck Basketball takes half my time and I have so many problems As soon as high school is over I know college will solve 'em.
I often wonder... A baseball strike?
They want more money!
The players are making millions of dollars1
To do what?!
What would Patrick Ewing do If there were no such thing
Bobby Bonilla would still be living in the South Bronx tenement
if he wasn't a baseball player!
How could they make so much money And complain and even strike]
So many people are almost destitute, Broke, unemployed in this country People almost dying
for any kind of job Why is this?l
Reconstructing My Skills
Breaking things down Fixing them back up
Wearing hard hats, driving screws Is stuff that I love
Working with my skills
To give a place to stay Construction is something
That I love to do each
And every day.
I wish I could grow up to become an adult But the adults that I do know
said that being an adult
Is not all it's cracked up to be what it seems to be
That's why I act that way that I do, Because that's just being me.
When I sit down I turn on a show
Switching all the channels because there's no where to go Actors get paid more than they need
They make 10 movies to show a lot of greed TV is funny and sometimes it's not
Leave it on too long
It will get too hot
Cable is something to keep up all day
Those damn paper view movies make you pay You pay $4.25 if you're not a member
They've got the good movies in the month of December Select and enter is the code of the show
You see a good flick then it's time to go.
N atassha Rambarran
The night is beautiful I sit near my window
Looking at the stars and moon
What a beautiful sight they bring tonight As the winds blow my body gets cold
It feels like heavenly wings flying in the skies I wonder should I go downstairs
And let the beautiful night take me away In the wind and blow me into the skies
Oh what a beautiful sight the moon and stars bring tonight
Lives are falling stars Some are gorgeous
They will strut through the sky With the admiration of the people However, some are doomed
They will slink through the sky Without the spark of pride
Lives are falling stars
Would you be a bright one
The greatest impression in someone's heart
My sister is good My sister is great
She's funny, she's a bowl of fun
She'll make you happy even when you're sad My sister, my sister she makes me laugh Even when I don't want to
I love my Sister
Tell Me Africa
Africa, my Africa? Who are you?
Why didn't you talk to me? I have your skin,
I know I am yours, I have your hair,
I know I am of you. I have your heart,
I don't know you.
You didn't tell me you were here. You send me away.
you sent me away?
Why did you let them take me?
Now I don't know you.
Please talk to me, tell me your stories,
tell me .
Yes, yes, you are my Africa.
Africa, my Africa?
I am yours, I know only by name. I am yours, I know,
but I know you not.
You spoke to me, I did not recognize you.
You sang to me, I called you by other names.
Who are you Africa? Tell me, who are you?
Who am I, who am I Africa? Tell me!
Ah, I can see you now. I can know you now.
You speak now, I know you
You sing now I know your name
Africa, yes My Africa!