Why Me?

Why did he choose me?
Just why God he choose me?
What is so special about me?
Is it the way i speak, is it how i write, or is it the way i act.
You see, when i look at me, myself in the mirror i just see me.
But to everybody else they see a daughter, auntie, sister, poet, somebody they can talk to and listen to their problems.
Why did he choose me to go what i went through and is still going through now.
I done been through some stuff that broke me down, and some stuff that built me up.
I had to cut some friends but turned around and gained some new ones.
You see every day for me is a constant struggle
As Langston Hughes said "Life for me ain't been no crystal stair".
I won't meet my future until it meets me.
But until then i will ask this very question,
WHY ME?

Love

Love, what can u say about it?
People may think its just a word
It is more powerful than u think
Love is like a twister, it can twist and turn u worse than before
Its like a bird, it can fly away and never return or it can bring u 4ever happiness
Its like a flower, it can blossom every morning and remind u of the love u have 4 ur partner, or it shrivel up and die and leave u with nothing but heartache
It can break u down or it build u up
Love, what can u say about it?
It is one of the many emotions that can make u do strange things

Love or Lust

What is this feeling that i'm feeling?
Can you please help me to understand
Is this luv or lust
When my heart smile when i hear his voice, is that luv? or is it lust?
When my knees buckle when his lips touch mine, and make me want our bodies to intertwine
Can you please help understand if this is lust? or is it luv?
Or could it be both
When i go to sleep and dream of our future, dream of the day that i take his name in marriage, and live together in forever happiness
Could this truly be luv? or is it truly lust?
Can you please help me to understand this
What is this feeling that i'm feeling
Is it luv or lust
Can you help me, i think that it might be both

Teenage Statistic

How many of teenage statistics do you know?
Are u a teenage statistic?
Many people say that a teenage statistic for a 16 year old female, is to drop out of school and have a baby
Every young female doesn't fall into that catergory
Some actually have dreams of leaving and having a future
When people see me, or my friends
Tthey don't see Louvenia the friend, Louvenia the girlfriend, or Syncere the poet
They don't see a group of intelligent young females that has a future
Just by the way we look,
They just assume that this goup of girls doesn't have a future, but might have a baby
So after all the work that me and my friends do and are still doing,
Do any of that matter?
I know that my statistics are being part of my graduating class in high school and the top 10% of my college and law school class
My statistics is having my dream job, with my dream husband, living my dream life
My statistics of a better life might not coincide with the world's statistics but i don't care
I wasn't raised to become another teenage statistics
I was raised to find a goal, believe in it, and pursue it
If by chance somebody do become 1, you have the choice to change that
I hope this poem has got you thinking
Are you a teenage statistics ?
Are you starting to become 1?
Or are you already 1?

When Does 2 Much become 2 Much?

Everyday my struggles become 2 much and my pain become more hurtful.
Everyday I see my mother try her best, but nothing seems 2 work out.
Everyday I try 2 live with a smile on my face.
As Tupac said, I want 2 be the rose that grows from concrete.
But unlike his words, my concrete is keeping me down.
When you pay the bills, but they still get shut off,
Is this 2 much?
When you get something new, but it get stolen that night,
Is this 2 much?
when you pay your house note but they still foreclose on it,
Is this 2 much to bear?
When you have a baby and you have no help, and nowhere to turn 2,
Is this 2 much to bear?

These are questions that i ask myself everyday, what is 2 much?
I was taught that God never gives us more than we can handle.

But can someone please answer this question,

When does 2 much become to much for 1 person to handle?

Sick of Trying PT2 (My Tears)

I am still trying.
Trying to ease my pain, trying to ease my tears.
I am trying to find my way, but right now.
I’m just sick of trying!
I’m sick of going to school, trying to find a house to stay in, sick of trying to find where my next meal will be coming from.
The more I try to help myself, nobody wants to help me.
I am so sick of pushing, and getting pushed into a brick wall.
Is there a way out?
Is there a way to just leave and never come back?
My tears are always falling, but there is nobody to wipe them away.
I pray, and I pray so hard and nothing seems to happen.
I want my mother to get better, and I want a house that is filled with love rather than sadness, and confusion.
I want my good life here on earth, not just in heaven.
I pray, wish, and hope things would change, but I am just so damn
SICK OF TRYIN!!!!!

I'm Tired

I sit and wonder, WHY?
I wonder why I get my hopes up every damn time

I'm tired

Tired of seein my mama stressin,
Tired of being sick and tired
I sit and wonder

I wonder if this is it 4 me?
I sit and wonder if he even wanted another child, even me as a daughter?
I wonder wat kind of man would do this?

My mama always said I never wanted for anything, OH but she was so wrong
I always wanted 4 a father that would choose his own family rather than other women
I want the kind of family that I could grow and mature in

I'm tired
I'm sick and tired of the lies, and the broken promise that my sperm-donor made to me
I'm tired of taking in what other peple say about me, I JUST DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM ANYMORE!!!
I had to figure out, the same people that talk all that shit is not helping me with anything in my life.

Sometimes I just and wonder
I wonder is this is it 4 me?

I wonder why I'm so sick and tired

~Ladi Syncere~