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This page is dedicated to displaying the art of poetry. Some of the poems on this website were written by yours truly (ThaBaddestTrini), and others by authors I have come across in my travels on the World Wide Web. Any questions or comments on these poems can be made to me: trinigal30@hotmail.com, directly.

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My Poetry

~Insomnia~
By Angella Mignon
Still nothing
Still insomnia
Still envisioning myself falling 10 stories
Still haunted by nightmares
Still trying to burn out fantasies
Praying you'd just let me be there
Still offering you everything, But receiving nothing in return
Still thinking and searching for an answer,
some simple reasoning to a complex catastrophe

Until finally a revelation
Finally something I never saw until the sun came out from behind the old rain clouds
And it was truly really very simple
Something that has been true for so long
Something that took me so long to see
while it had been right in front of me all along...

And I'd offer him the world
Tell him all I wanted was to be with him
I even said, "I'm still here",
Still loving him after I hurt him, and he hurt me six times as worse
Still praying for him
Still trying to be there,
Still hoping for something...

Or yet nothing.
Yes, it's so clear.
He just doesn't want me.
Plain as day, cold as night fall.
Nothing, more, nothing less

It was that simple.
I'd give him and gave him everything
I'd do anything
Even though all we've put each other through
But now the truth is I see it....

I offered him exactly what he said he wanted,
but wants from someone else.

So I lied to him, and to myself.
That's what this insomnia means
That's what this semi-depression means.
It is all plain as day.
He even asked me why I didn't accept the next man's offer to make me happy,
And I never saw....

Well I see now,
Maybe I can sleep now.

~I Watched You Cry~
By Angella Mignon
It was so cold outside
I'm sure minus thiry below

But I'm sure not as cold as my heart,
as we watched him go

He turned around as if to come back, no
or maybe just to really see us there,

Then he kept on his way,
up the steps
not even long enough to stare,

That life defining moment
mine and yours, oh too young

I wouldn't let it break me,
even though now I realize that it stung

Over years & years
I grew older and colder
never giving in to tears

Now day and night I cry for you
wishing I could cut out those years

That life defining moment,
when I watched your young soul cry

And to say one can overcome something like that,
wouldn't be much far from a lie

But I have faith,
in your beauty,
in your intelligence,
in everything that makes up you

Even though it may seem like nobody believes in you,
I want to tell you that I do

So I watched you cry that Christmas day,
and no, I cannot lie,

I'm telling you that I care and pray for you,
I refuse to ley your soul die

~Still Slaves~
By Angella Mignon
We still are slaves

We are slaves to sex,
slaves to drugs
slaves to crime
slaves to murder
slaves to immorality

Slaves because we think all our men are just, "no good",
And slaves because we dont really understands what makes a "good man"

Slaves because we allow our women to degrade themselves in almost every music video

Slaves to believing that "bling, bling" clothes, music, cars and basketball are all that counts

Slaves to believeing that only light eyes,
long hair and light skin
constitutes beauty

Slaves to gossip
Slaves to ignorance
Slaves to selfishness
Slaves to sin

Slaves for not supporting one another

Slaves for hating see ourselves succeed

Slaves for having an almost non-existant sense of family

Slaves to this idea that it's alright to "stick & move"
And soon because of this, we'll be slaves to disease and death

Slaves to thinking that we can't change...

Then again, maybe we can't...

We can't because someone else holds the key

And that someone is us

~Cause I Miss You~
By Angella Mignon

I miss you

I miss everything about the good parts of you

Your skin, deep dark ebony silk
Your smile and laugh
Right down to the curve in your spine

I miss how you used to make love to me
I miss how you used to hold me at night
and hold on tight

I miss how we used to dance, and all the times we laughed

I miss who I thought you were
Who I thought I saw
No flaws at all...

I wish I could get that back...
Without all the things that I hate about you
Especially how you let me go so damn easy...

Cause when I love, I compromise
Cause when I love, I sacrafice
Cause when I love, it's real for life

I pray that when you find someone again, she'll love you like I once loved you
She'll look in your eyes and see her future children's father
She'll make you feel like you could be yourself
She'll love you for who you are, and not what you have obtained
And look past your exterior and see the real you...

Just remember to not let her go as easy as you did me

Cause I miss you...

The Poetry

~Beauty of a Woman~ Author Unknown

~Untitled~ Author Unknown

~The A B C D Woman~ By pheminizm

I`m the A woman.
That is the hardest position to maintain.
I`m the one he spends most his time with.
The one he calls "his girl" to his friends.
I`m the one he sleeps with and shares his thoughts with.
I`m his chauffer, loan lender, cheerleader, punching bag, his "wifey".
I`m the one that was good enough to meet his boys and the one he complains about the most.

She`s the B woman.
The one that`s just a friend.
He says, "...she`s just like a sister to me."
She never ridicules him for the smoking, drinking, gambling or any of his other faults.
The good, clean, wholesome one.
The one he secretly wants to get with.
She`s the one to get the d*ck if she just said the word.

She`s the C woman.
The ex who coulda, shoulda, and woulda been... only if.
She`s the one who talks to him so good.
The one who understands him.
The one who did those things I won`t do.
The one who gives such great advice and helps him sort out problems I couldn`t help him with.
The one who sticks around just in case we don`t work out.
His ace in the hole.
She`s the one he won`t refuse if she comes on to him.
The one he kisses and touches but won`t go all the way with.
The one he would f*ck if it wasn`t for me.

She`s the D woman.
I found her number in his pocket after the night he went to the show.
You know, that night he called me when he usually doesn`t.
She`s the one that he`s only spoken to once or twice.
The one with the phat booty and tig o biddiez.
The potential freak.

Now he tells me just enough to cover the tracks he has, is, and will lay.
So he can convince himself he`s being honest with me.
So I won`t have reason to doubt him.
He says, "Trust me, I`m not like most men."
But I guess he fails to realize that I`m B, C, and D to someone else.
Think about that....

~Why Did You Make Me Black Lord?~ Author Unknown

Lord ... Why did you make me black? 
Why did you make someone 
the world would hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes, 
of grimy hands and feet... 
Black is the color of darkness, 
of tired beaten streets...

Why did you give me thick lips, 
a broad nose and kinky hair? 
Why did you create someone 
who receives the hated stare?

Black is the color of the bruised eye 
when someone gets hurt... 
Black is the color of darkness, 
black is the color of dirt.

Why is my bone structure so thick, 
my hips and cheeks so high? 
Why are my eyes brown, 
and not the color of the sky?

Why do people think I`m useless? 
How come I feel so used? 
Why do people see my skin 
and think I should be abused?

Lord, I just don`t understand... 
What is it about my skin? 
Why is it some people want to hate me 
and not know the person within?

Black is what people are "Labeled" 
when others want to keep them away... 
Black is the color of shadows cast... 
Black is the end of the day.

Lord you know my own people mistreat me, 
and you know this just ain`t right... 
They don`t like my hair, they don`t like my skin, 
as they say I`m too dark or too light!

Lord, don`t you think 
it`s time to make a change? 
Why don`t you redo creation 
and make everyone the same?

God`s Reply:

Why did I make you black?

Why did I make you black? 
I made you in the color of coal 
from which beautiful diamonds are formed... 
I made you in the color of oil, 
the black gold which keeps people warm.

Your color is the same as the rich dark soil 
that grows the food you need... 
Your color is the same as the black stallion and 
panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed!

All colors ofthe heavenly rainbow 
can be found throughout every nation... 
When all these colors are blended, 
you become my greatest creation!

Your hair is the texture oflamb`s wool, 
such a beautiful creature is he... 
I am the shepherd who watches them, 
I will ALWAYS watch over thee!

You are the color of the midnight sky, 
I put star glitter in your eyes... 
There`s a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain... 
That`s why your cheeks are so high!

You are the color of dark clouds 
from the hurricanes I create in September... 
I made your lips so full and thick, 
so when you kiss...they will remember!

Your stature is strong, your bone structure 
thick to withstand the burden of time... 
The reflection you see in the mirror, 
that image that looks back, that is MINE!

So get off your knees, 
look in the mirror and tell me what you see? 
I didn`t make you in the image of darkness... 
I made you in the image of ME!

~A GOOD MAN??? ~ By Marcus Rogan

You say you want a GOOD MAN, and when it comes to finding one you won`t. Because when it comes to really wanting one, ladies you don`t!.

You say you want a GOOD MAN, one that will always give you hugs. But every time I turn around to 
embrace you, you`re always chasing after thugs.

You say you wanta GOOD MAN, 
well I`m here to tell you that`s not true. Because the last one that came your way, wasn`t tall enough for you.

You say you want a GOOD MAN, cause you`re tired of trifling mess. But you rolled your eyes at the last one, simply because you didn`t like the way he dressed.

You say you want a GOOD MAN, one that will have you for his wife. Yet
every time you come across one, you say he`s just 
too nice.

You say you want a GOOD MAN, now I`m not saying you should make him beg. But a brother should at least know your first and last name before you open up your legs.

See if you try that with a GOOD MAN, in you he won`t be 
pleased. For he realized, just like he could have, other brothers have had you with ease.

Now in order to get a GOOD MAN, you need to listen - see it`s 
in your favor. Starting with the fact that no GOOD MAN wants a woman who curses like a sailor.

And in your quest to find a GOOD MAN, listen as if it`s Law. 
You`ll never find a GOOD MAN, if you always label him as a dog. 
See a GOOD MAN wants a woman, that expects to receive his best. But you will never ever find one, if you keep settling for less.

Now if you`ve found a GOOD MAN, that you think might be right for you. You`ll know he`s not a GOOD MAN, if he won`t go to church with you.

For in the life of a GOOD MAN, you`re not first, but don`t take it hard. See you`re standing right there next to him, but you`re second after GOD.

So if you still would like a GOOD MAN one that will make you a 
real good wife. There`s only one thing left for you to do, and that`s simply become a GOOD WOMAN.

~WHAT IS LOVE???? ~ Keith de la Bastide

Is LOVE saying "I Love You" or giving Valentine gifts?
Is LOVE sharing a special moment or giving a gentle kiss?
Is LOVE holding hands or talking on the phone all night?
Is LOVE cuddling while watching TV and holding each other tight?
Does LOVE mean you get jealous when I talk to my female friends?
Does LOVE mean you'll be with me until the very end?
But say I leave tomorrow, is that the very end?
Is your LOVE for me so strong to stay as my best friend?
I loved you once, I loved you twice, I can't go a third time round
You and me together again isn't such a beautiful sound.
I loved you with all my heart, I even wanted you as my wife
You broke my heart twice, but I've forgiven you, and still want you in my life.
I know I only said I loved you the day that we broke up.
And sex was like routine with us, but I'm a man, what the fuck?!
I had a lot of female friends but was always faithful to you
I tried my best, though it was hard, to keep my love for you true.
Did I ever raise my hand or physically hurt you in any way?
Did I ever disrespect you with anything I'd say?
Did I believe the rumors when you were being called a sket?
Did I not help you clear your name of this bad rep?
I knew you weren't the person who they all said you were
And I brought to you the respect and dignity you rightfully deserved.
I treated you like a QUEEN, even better than your own family
Then I say these few words to you and you say I don't know what they mean?!
Now remember how things were, and again read everything above
And answer me truthfully... Do YOU know the meaning of love?

~Daddy~ Keith de la Bastide

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