Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Poem By Grayson Givens






Grayson Givens
Letters To My Mother By Terrell Dear Mom, It was March 5, 93 when you gave birth to a baby that would forever change your life I was stumbled over my walk when I came out When I spoke my words were all mashed and jumbled Five i wanted to be a fireman and you told me " Baby You Can Do Anything just remember Prayer and Patience are the recipe for your dreams to grow" Nine I finally found what I wanted first being scared because you knew in long term there was no money in writing SO we bumped heads and clashed like the Titans but you finally gave me hope and said be the best and never worry about the rest We Struggled lived in a one bed room apartment making it from paycheck to paycheck Living single and black and a woman raising a 18 year old I know is hard but the great Lord will always have our back because he gave me the strongest woman I ever knew You had to be strong on me because you didn't want me to turn into a number with a black hoodie and sling dope and always looking behind to see who is trynna to hurt us As of May 21,2011 I walked across that stage with your help Had very few male role models but they were never consist like you and never found a girl that replaces you Love, A Son

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  1. Letters To My Mother
    By Terrell
    Dear Mom,
    It was March 5, 93
    when you gave birth to a baby
    that would forever change your life
    I was stumbled over my walk when I came out
    When I spoke my words were all mashed and jumbled
    Five i wanted to be a fireman
    and you told me "
    Baby You Can Do Anything just remember Prayer and Patience are the recipe for your dreams to grow"
    Nine I finally found what I wanted
    first being scared because you knew in long term there was no money in writing
    SO we bumped heads
    and clashed like the Titans
    but you finally gave me hope
    and said be the best and never worry about the rest
    We Struggled lived in a one bed room apartment
    making it from paycheck to paycheck
    Living single and black and a woman raising a 18 year old
    I know is hard but the great Lord will always have our back
    because he gave me the strongest woman I ever knew
    You had to be strong on me because you didn't want me to turn into a number with a black hoodie and sling dope and always looking behind
    to see who is trynna to hurt us
    As of May 21,2011
    I walked across that stage with your help
    Had very few male role models
    but they were never consist like you
    and never found a girl that replaces you
    Love,
    A Son

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  2. Thank you Grayson for the Poem. What a nice tribute.

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  3. You come close
    I get closer
    I lay my head on your chest
    And listen to the sounds
    It’s a melody
    And it’s sick
    Ill to my stomach
    Got my heart on overdrive
    Beating on my chest cavity wanting to rip
    Open through my flesh and into your chest to become one
    I listen closer
    I’m addicted
    The music goes into my ear
    And travels through my body
    Backpacking its way to my heart
    Seeping its way into the cracks
    Attaching it self like a leech
    Now my life is being sucked right out of me
    I’m stuck
    My mind is cluttered
    There’s is no room to think this through
    My thoughts are loud
    They scream your name
    And hymn your song
    When I’m awake
    And when I dream I hear faint sounds in the distant of this “sick love melody”
    Only sounds I can hear now are your sick love melody
    And nobody can tell me anything
    “That you’re bad for me “
    “That you’re like the rest of them “
    I’m jumping on cloud nines
    Careful to not trip and slip back to reality
    Quite stupidly in love
    My mind has run out of fuel
    But my heart keeps bumping pretty sounds
    Of your sick love melody
    I have no room left to think of this consequence
    The consequence of one day you stopping the song
    I want to hear this sound even if it is a broken record
    I want to hear it over and over like a song they play out on the radio
    The beat to your sick love melody beats fast then beats slowly
    Apparently I’m not your wedding song
    I’m more like the song you keep in your Ipod because it is” classic”
    A “must have”
    You skip me over on your play list
    You turn me on till the melody drops
    You turn me on then you turn me off
    Like an option
    I am tired of only being your song
    You turn me up only when you’re down
    I’m turning you off!
    So I forget about you and your tunes
    And you come back around playing the same old song
    The harp strings on my heart have worn out
    And have rusted with time
    We can’t sing together
    We can’t play together
    Throw this record player out
    I have gone deaf
    Silence!
    I’m SICK of this love melody

    By Lina Gonzalez Inspired by Tim Rupnarain

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