Sometimes i wish people would cherish and hold on to what they have ecspecially loved ones. dont treat them bad just love and cherish them. some time i wish i could rewind time and just have a clean slate. some days i miss him sooooo much i just want to cry but im a warrior i carry myself on day by day telling myself im okay but i am not. teach me to be a girl than a warrior some days, i may have the hairdos and looks but its all a front at the end of the day a warrior is all im left with.some times i just want to abandon it all and run and hide it hurts so much, but i am a warrior. Rossand Hargrove it was him time to go but i didnt understand why at the time, now he transcended to my guardian angel i now know why.its his time to lead me in the right direction. but the day he died December 27, 2000 and the day he was buried December 28 2000, when i was told i felt like my whole world crashed i felt liked nobody cared anymore and just why did this happen to me. but now i became the warrior i am and i am not alone so please lead me in the right direction and i love you soooo much i love you daddy i just wanted to say it one more time but now here it is R.I.P Rossand Auguste-Hargrove


sometimes people ask why i am the i am because there is no other way to be. i love music its the only thing that keeps me moving through the day.sometimes you may think im the odd one in the bunch but just think im two steps ahead of all of you. sometimes i feel like i can do bad all by myself because no one can even relate to me anymore. the only things im able to talk through are poetry because it flows much easier, dance because i can flow much easier.drumming because the drums talk to my soul nothing much more. not even enough for me to keep going. you never let anyone see you cry, never let someone tell you different from what you already know.

• skinny legs, bigger breastis all they want to seetiny waist and thinner armsis the complete opposite of methe pressure to be perfectis slowly closing inan utter suffocation that doesnt seem to endsociety is telling mebeauty is thinand if i choose to starve myself perfection is what i win shoving things down my throat will get me what i want,bring me closer to that goal of a body i can flaunt society is constantly telling us beauty is a prize measured in the size of your breast, hips and thighs but let me tell you here and now no good will come from that it will seem okay at first but it will soon become a trap a disease that clouds the mind and believes what is untrue believes your never good enough no matter what you do there is one beauty i knowits the greatest prize of all its learning to accept yourselfimperfections, flaws and allthe beauty that really mattersit lies in our heart, our soul, our core because when you learn to love what s on the insideyou love whats on the outside even more

Or was it love?

as the rain splatters against my windowpane, cold air hits my arm giving me chills. i wonder of a significant other, swagger is smooth, tall and handsome, his soul merely beautiful. the sun returns cold but warm and securing as i feel when im with you. the sun penetrates my heart as you do when you look at me, hide behid a cloud im scared you will hurt me. when you do look at me i look away as if i will find my answer on the ceiling, he must have been staring so yes if you must search me, search me to find my heart, my spirit, my soul because it all belongs to you i get giddy , radiant glowing just when you name crosses my mind i guess you must be something special because, when i do muster up the courage to look you in your eyes i see a reflection, the truth, i see eternity.