Here's to you!!

4/11/11

Here's to you kid!

Here's to you, embryo of the drunken mother & smoked out father.

Here's to you, seed conceived in this world left ignorant to its gifts.

Here's to you, for being birthed to begin life as a slave to Earth.
Not even born yet but just know, you will be in this struggle.
LIFE!

Here's to you, growing stronger & weaker in your survival tunnel of a bruised & beaten mother of domestic violence.

Here's to your 5 fingers & 5 toes on each hand & foot, like the older siblings not taught how to write.

Here's to your developing brain & the father who dropped out to bang in the streets & sell cocaine.

Here's to you, your eyes; may they get to see the light of day.
In the darkness of your mothers womb.
A hostage to her heart & his fist.

Here's to you, not knowing how to pray but there are angels for you.
Protecting you against your life.
Born into a world of ignorance.
Some call it hell.

So here's to you kid,
May you bring a new justice & understanding to the life that came before your time.

Before you were even born.

Cheers.

-QSS.

Shaky Success

Told to peace a 5 line poem

July 22, 10

While I sit back & contemplate my future, I wonder who's sitting back watching me.

Thoughts that appeal to my mind & fingers in a lovers passion, like art & sex.

It is the combination between created essence & expelled excellence, I can't stop these gifts.

Presence of his sunlight illuminates the motivation of life that quakes in my nerves.

A forceful inspiration that keeps my hands shaking while I engulf his careers, as my success.

-QueenSoulSista

Stuffed symptoms

CANT MOVE!!!

A feeling that life is in the same condition as my nasal passage.
Stuck and congested with no exit to relay the message.

Sometimes i just want to leave.
But anxiety attacks hold me so I cnt breathe.

Needing to find peace in my mind,
Space Martian having all space and no time.

I dont live for the minutes.
Just have to remove these thoughts called tenants.
If cleared, could new process be replenished.

Not a greed in stomach to feel.
No food from dinner left to seal.
Mind falling like the bananas shell or peel.

These air changes accumulate new moves or my body that are hard to explain.
New feelings I cnt seem to restrain.
This isnt the process of success I was built to maintain.
I dont know about this system I have to contain.

I am not myself.
Not that book I pick off the shelf.
Was told this stress would take my health.
But what medicine are you dispersing to help?

Stuffy symptoms correlate to the life that has overcome my brain.
From hot, humid days, to breezy nights of rain.
Dealing with mentalities in dark, isolated pain.

Theres more elements constructed to this stress.
Irritating, frustration from RLS...
Research the acronym and find out why I dont rest.

Stuffed Up.