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slayton g. said...
My young brother
Stay strong my young brother
Do your best my young brother
Reach for the stars my young brother
No matter what they say I believe in you
Stay working hard my young brother
Never give up my young brother
Don’t be scare to reach for the stars
I’m hear to catch you if you fall
By Slayton Goodman
July 3, 2008
July 3, 2008 1:27 PM
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Anonymous slayton g. said...
I’d rather do it my way
I CAN YELL AND ACT A FOOL!
But I don’t I’d rather sit and talk with you.
I COULD DO WHAT YOU ECSPECT ME TO DO!
But I’d rather do what a gentleman would do.
So if you don’t mind I want to be myself
By Slayton Goodman
July 3, 2008
July 3, 2008 1:34 PM
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Anonymous Deonte said...
GROWING UP
When you grow up, you should
have a good life. Don’t grow up
causing trouble or using drugs. When
you grow up with a job you will be
successful in life so do a good job.
Deonte Jones July3
July 3, 2008 2:00 PM
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Anonymous D said...
YOU ARE MY RELETIVE
Just because we look nothing alike
doesn’t mean we’re not related.We
have the same blood, do you understand.
Your aunt is my mom and my uncle is
your dad. So don’t come to me with
that crap.See you later!
July 3, 2008 2:01 PM
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Anonymous Armand M said...
Listen hear my young children
Don’t look away
That’s what our problem is today
As black people they say that we can’t pay attention
It’s time for me to make an intervention
Prove them wrong think extremely well
We need to get this idea to sell
Pay attention in school
Show us all that your smart
So we can kill this Myth
Burn right it when it starts
July 5, 2008 2:50 PM
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Anonymous Trapped in Two Identities - Kendrick Washington said...
Trapped into two identities…
You think that I don’t care
You say while you talk, I’m not listening
But if I don’t care
Would you think I would be sitting here working?
July 9, 2008 12:06 PM
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Anonymous Why Do YOU cry black child? - Kendrick Washington said...
Why do you cry black child?
Child,
Why do you cry at night?
There’s no one in the house?
Or maybe is just because you’re not feeling right?
Why do you cry black child,
When you fall down, or hurt your head?
Who comes out with their arms a-stretched?
Who’s there to tuck you in bed?
Why do you cry black child,
Are you hungry?
Why must you weep?
Watching you gets me emotional,
For God’s sake, things will better…
I know this isn’t the life that you wanted to live,
But I promise I’ll try to change
For the better of you, or for the better of me…
Child,
Why do you cry at night?
Daddy’s not here anymore,
Everything’s fine,
We don’t have to fight..
Child,
You can stop crying now,
I’m here for you all the way…
Just close your eyes,
And erase the pain…
Pretend that no one’s there
But you…
Child,
Why do you cry….?
July 9, 2008 12:07 PM
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Anonymous Questions (?) - Kendrick Washington said...
Questions:
If the curiosity killed the cat,
How come it didn’t kill the dog, or any other animal out there?
If YOU say YOU have a big voice
How come YOU can’t voice your own opinions
Instead of having ME tell your story?
If YOU SAY that I am a friend
Why must you treat me differently,
A different person when I’m not near,
And another when I’m close?
If YOU SAY that people live forever
How come the loved one’s I buried,
Aren’t in my face right now
Giving me the advice I really need?
If we will soon die,
What steps are you taking to be known forever?
If you ask me a question, and I give you an answer
Why must you ask me again if I’m sure that’s the answer I want to give you?
If you say that you’re someone,
But deep down inside,
You know you’re not,
What type of person are YOU trying to persue?
If you say that you don’t want to be bothered,
Who said that I want to be bothered by you?
If you say that you’re done, and there’s nothing else for you to do
What does that make know about you?
July 9, 2008 12:08 PM
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Anonymous Need You/ Not Anymore said...
Need You…/ Not Anymore
I need you
To look after me
I need you
To provide for me
I NEED you
To help me with my problems
I NEED YOU
To be someone in my life
But where are you?
I needed you
To look after me
I needed you
To provide for me
I NEEDED you
To help me with my problems
I NEEDED YOU
To be someone in my life
Right now, I don’t need you anymore
And I never will need you,
Sincerely,
Me…..
July 9, 2008 12:09 PM
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Anonymous Need You/ Not Anymore said...
Need You…/ Not Anymore
I need you
To look after me
I need you
To provide for me
I NEED you
To help me with my problems
I NEED YOU
To be someone in my life
But where are you?
I needed you
To look after me
I needed you
To provide for me
I NEEDED you
To help me with my problems
I NEEDED YOU
To be someone in my life
Right now, I don’t need you anymore
And I never will need you,
Nice to know what type of person you are…
Un-reliable
Sincerely,
Me…..
Kendrick Washington
July 10, 2008 12:33 PM
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Anonymous Un-Identifiable: Kendrick Washington said...
Un-Identifiable
I’m sweating.
The pressure is extreme, and all eyes are on me. I’ve never had THIS, much attention and right now, I don’t want it. I’m the victim, and the people out there are my audience. As they wait and see what the VERDICT is going to be, I can’t help but wait with them. I look out and see angry family members and friends look out at me. I wish they wouldn’t look at me like that; it makes me feel guilty, un-human. I’m the beast, and they’re the pupils, laughing at my disfigure, making me feel any less than what I am! I wish I could tell them what happened. I just wish I could….
The lady comes into the room, and everyone stands up. After she says something, we all sit down. Some dude starts speaking about a right hand, and a court of law. The lady gets into her big, black comfortable leather seat, and she has some type of tool that looks like a wooden hammer in her hands. She just thinks she’s so cool, because she’s able to have all of these fancy tools, and because we’re supposed to respect her. But I don’t, and I don’t have to. Because of her, I’m here. So it’s all here fault…
The lady starts to talk, and I can’t help but notice her irritating scratchy voice. I drown her out, because I don’t want to hear a word that she says. I look into the crowd, and at my family. Don’t listen to what she say’s. At the end of the day, we’ll be left standing, we’ll get through everything that has happened, I thought.
After I snapped out of my trance, I noticed that all eyes were on me. Yet again. This time, I sweat real hard, and people can notice it. Then, she starts talking again:
“Mr. Washington, in the case of…”
I drown her out, No! I can’t hear her. I don’t want to hear her. I wish I was home. I wish I could fast-forward the moment, or rewind to the part when everything was perfect. Everybody was happy. But then I realized that I could not do that, so I had to accept it….
“… You are found….”
I close my eyes, here it is. Here is the moment that everyone has been waiting on…
THEY come over and take me out of the stands, and I’m yelling.
I’m getting closer to the door, and my fate is almost over…
THEY open the door….
I sneak a look at my mom, and just before the door closes, I can tell that she is crying…
Guilt.
That was all that I was feeling after I left the room.
It’s funny. That when you actually do something, you don’t think about it until you have to suffer the consequences. After looking back at what I have done, I have the violent flashbacks appear in my eyes. I wish so bad that I hadn’t done what I did, but I guess my emotions got the best of me, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
I feel sorry for the victim’s family, I ruined a life, and on top of that, I ruined my own life.
There is a saying out there that relates to my situation. Every stupid mistake that someone has made, every stupid thing that has been said, just remember this:
In life, there is no room for error.
In my life, I made a BIG error, and right now, I have to pay for it…
-To be continued…
July 10, 2008 12:34 PM
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Anonymous Jamil Boldian said...
"Spell Caster"
to love
to care
to wish
to hold
to have
somebody
i call
my own
from
rich to poor
you'll never succum
the one wishes
the future
to come
July 15, 2008 12:07 PM
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Anonymous Jamil Boldian said...
"The other me"
Some one that looks like me
talk like me
acts like me
some one who likes the same thing as me
some one who love the same thing as me
because to be me you actually have to be me
you have to know the things i been through
cried through
prayed through
Have you!
because when there's some one that
look like me
talks like me
acts like me
you know what
it's me!
July 15, 2008 12:14 PM
Young Brother Authors
13 comments:
My young brother
Stay strong my young brother
Do your best my young brother
Reach for the stars my young brother
No matter what they say I believe in you
Stay working hard my young brother
Never give up my young brother
Don’t be scare to reach for the stars
I’m hear to catch you if you fall
By Slayton Goodman
July 3, 2008
I’d rather do it my way
I CAN YELL AND ACT A FOOL!
But I don’t I’d rather sit and talk with you.
I COULD DO WHAT YOU ECSPECT ME TO DO!
But I’d rather do what a gentleman would do.
So if you don’t mind I want to be myself
By Slayton Goodman
July 3, 2008
GROWING UP
When you grow up, you should
have a good life. Don’t grow up
causing trouble or using drugs. When
you grow up with a job you will be
successful in life so do a good job.
Deonte Jones July3
YOU ARE MY RELETIVE
Just because we look nothing alike
doesn’t mean we’re not related.We
have the same blood, do you understand.
Your aunt is my mom and my uncle is
your dad. So don’t come to me with
that crap.See you later!
Listen hear my young children
Don’t look away
That’s what our problem is today
As black people they say that we can’t pay attention
It’s time for me to make an intervention
Prove them wrong think extremely well
We need to get this idea to sell
Pay attention in school
Show us all that your smart
So we can kill this Myth
Burn right it when it starts
Trapped into two identities…
You think that I don’t care
You say while you talk, I’m not listening
But if I don’t care
Would you think I would be sitting here working?
Why do you cry black child?
Child,
Why do you cry at night?
There’s no one in the house?
Or maybe is just because you’re not feeling right?
Why do you cry black child,
When you fall down, or hurt your head?
Who comes out with their arms a-stretched?
Who’s there to tuck you in bed?
Why do you cry black child,
Are you hungry?
Why must you weep?
Watching you gets me emotional,
For God’s sake, things will better…
I know this isn’t the life that you wanted to live,
But I promise I’ll try to change
For the better of you, or for the better of me…
Child,
Why do you cry at night?
Daddy’s not here anymore,
Everything’s fine,
We don’t have to fight..
Child,
You can stop crying now,
I’m here for you all the way…
Just close your eyes,
And erase the pain…
Pretend that no one’s there
But you…
Child,
Why do you cry….?
Questions:
If the curiosity killed the cat,
How come it didn’t kill the dog, or any other animal out there?
If YOU say YOU have a big voice
How come YOU can’t voice your own opinions
Instead of having ME tell your story?
If YOU SAY that I am a friend
Why must you treat me differently,
A different person when I’m not near,
And another when I’m close?
If YOU SAY that people live forever
How come the loved one’s I buried,
Aren’t in my face right now
Giving me the advice I really need?
If we will soon die,
What steps are you taking to be known forever?
If you ask me a question, and I give you an answer
Why must you ask me again if I’m sure that’s the answer I want to give you?
If you say that you’re someone,
But deep down inside,
You know you’re not,
What type of person are YOU trying to persue?
If you say that you don’t want to be bothered,
Who said that I want to be bothered by you?
If you say that you’re done, and there’s nothing else for you to do
What does that make know about you?
Need You…/ Not Anymore
I need you
To look after me
I need you
To provide for me
I NEED you
To help me with my problems
I NEED YOU
To be someone in my life
But where are you?
I needed you
To look after me
I needed you
To provide for me
I NEEDED you
To help me with my problems
I NEEDED YOU
To be someone in my life
Right now, I don’t need you anymore
And I never will need you,
Sincerely,
Me…..
Need You…/ Not Anymore
I need you
To look after me
I need you
To provide for me
I NEED you
To help me with my problems
I NEED YOU
To be someone in my life
But where are you?
I needed you
To look after me
I needed you
To provide for me
I NEEDED you
To help me with my problems
I NEEDED YOU
To be someone in my life
Right now, I don’t need you anymore
And I never will need you,
Nice to know what type of person you are…
Un-reliable
Sincerely,
Me…..
Kendrick Washington
Un-Identifiable
I’m sweating.
The pressure is extreme, and all eyes are on me. I’ve never had THIS, much attention and right now, I don’t want it. I’m the victim, and the people out there are my audience. As they wait and see what the VERDICT is going to be, I can’t help but wait with them. I look out and see angry family members and friends look out at me. I wish they wouldn’t look at me like that; it makes me feel guilty, un-human. I’m the beast, and they’re the pupils, laughing at my disfigure, making me feel any less than what I am! I wish I could tell them what happened. I just wish I could….
The lady comes into the room, and everyone stands up. After she says something, we all sit down. Some dude starts speaking about a right hand, and a court of law. The lady gets into her big, black comfortable leather seat, and she has some type of tool that looks like a wooden hammer in her hands. She just thinks she’s so cool, because she’s able to have all of these fancy tools, and because we’re supposed to respect her. But I don’t, and I don’t have to. Because of her, I’m here. So it’s all here fault…
The lady starts to talk, and I can’t help but notice her irritating scratchy voice. I drown her out, because I don’t want to hear a word that she says. I look into the crowd, and at my family. Don’t listen to what she say’s. At the end of the day, we’ll be left standing, we’ll get through everything that has happened, I thought.
After I snapped out of my trance, I noticed that all eyes were on me. Yet again. This time, I sweat real hard, and people can notice it. Then, she starts talking again:
“Mr. Washington, in the case of…”
I drown her out, No! I can’t hear her. I don’t want to hear her. I wish I was home. I wish I could fast-forward the moment, or rewind to the part when everything was perfect. Everybody was happy. But then I realized that I could not do that, so I had to accept it….
“… You are found….”
I close my eyes, here it is. Here is the moment that everyone has been waiting on…
THEY come over and take me out of the stands, and I’m yelling.
I’m getting closer to the door, and my fate is almost over…
THEY open the door….
I sneak a look at my mom, and just before the door closes, I can tell that she is crying…
Guilt.
That was all that I was feeling after I left the room.
It’s funny. That when you actually do something, you don’t think about it until you have to suffer the consequences. After looking back at what I have done, I have the violent flashbacks appear in my eyes. I wish so bad that I hadn’t done what I did, but I guess my emotions got the best of me, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
I feel sorry for the victim’s family, I ruined a life, and on top of that, I ruined my own life.
There is a saying out there that relates to my situation. Every stupid mistake that someone has made, every stupid thing that has been said, just remember this:
In life, there is no room for error.
In my life, I made a BIG error, and right now, I have to pay for it…
-To be continued…
"Spell Caster"
to love
to care
to wish
to hold
to have
somebody
i call
my own
from
rich to poor
you'll never succum
the one wishes
the future
to come
"The other me"
Some one that looks like me
talk like me
acts like me
some one who likes the same thing as me
some one who love the same thing as me
because to be me you actually have to be me
you have to know the things i been through
cried through
prayed through
Have you!
because when there's some one that
look like me
talks like me
acts like me
you know what
it's me!
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