My poem #2 19 inquirys

Would you still be down if i told you i was broke?
If I sold No records would you try to cut the ropes?
If i told you i was down would you try to bring me up?
If i couldn't be around would you still remain untouched?
If i said i had to leave would you try to make me stay?
Would you wanna kick it with me past the end of the day? and if so
Would you tell me no lie?
Would i always be a star throught your eyes?
would i be a lesser man if i cryed?
Could i tell you if i thought that you were wrong?
Could i call you on the phone to tell you what was going on?
Could you tell if your boy was feeling sad?
Do you really have to ask if your boys day was bad?
Do you like me for the person that I am?
Do you think what others can't that i can?
I think your something special no matter what.
I think your an amazing girl i dont needa act tought.
I think that if we wanted we could really make it work.
I think you are the best thing walking on the earth.

My Poem #1 Judgment

The military is my only complaint, a visionary so dont call me a saint
Missionary truths the picture i paint not religion
Cuz those animals just teach you to hate
I came from low self esteem with high expectations
The goverment comes throught we call it invasions
you call it a drug bust cuz in god you trust But
We call it racial profiling the milli's we bust
They tell us dont get high and we should try to make a living
I tell them have you ever seen a Gangster make a killing
If not then you would tell me its for justice and peace but
our peice is the chunk of metal hiding under the seat the heat
And yes im sorry for the sins i commited And just admitted but
Relive it and you'll see that you are nothing but a bigot because
This is how we living locked up inside a prison of lies and untold stories
No breakfast served in the morning so please
Listen to me Brothers and sisters
lovers
beleivers
boubters
achievers
stayers
and leavers
the needers
food feeders
haters
and lovers
widows and mothers
You gotta understand this is a war we in and if the war don't stop
The peace does not begin
Judge me now!

My favorite poem

I first read the poem The Rose That Grew From The Concrete by Tupac Shakur when i was in sixth grade. This poem means alot to me because it is a poem i feel like ican relate to. In this poem it talks about how a rose grew out of the concrete where nothing is supposed to be able to grow. It symbolizes the struggle you face growing up when your diffrent or are raised in a place that is hard. The poem goes: "Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet Funny it seems, but keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared". Since the poem isso short i decided to include thewhole thing, i think the whole poem is nessasary to find the meaning in it.

Read the poem discribe what the peom means to you or what part of it is significant.

What does this poem remind you of or how can you relate to it?

Tayz blog

Hi my name is Tay. I am a fan of just about any type of writing so whatever we are doing in class i'll probably have no problem with it. My favorite style or writing is rap, some of my favorite artists are Tupac Shakur, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and Lil Wayne. The reason these artists appeal to me is becuase they all make good point in their music but in a clever way that demands the listeners attention.

I incorperate sound to my everyday agenda
rhymes full of sugar baby this is no splenda
tailgate the boy leave you with a fender benda
buying everything now they call me big spenda
you is goin remember me
broke you down with chemistry
Im who you pretend to be
high up in the industry
i know you feel the energy
hard I can be scary girl
Soft to the touch like jerry curls
im comin up now
Prepare the world.