Poem – Latoya The Name of the Queen

So goes a lady, 
She goes by Latoya, 

A name fitting queen right? 

She glams, she shines, 

I know she thinks of herself fine, 

She shows what she knows, 

She watches, 

She waits until the time is right, 

Then only will she understand, 

She is dignified, 

She is a mood maker, 

Once riled PLEASE back away, 

She is bright, 

You will not forget her, 

She is a memory that can’t go away, 

That righteous spirit you can’t dowse, 

Where does she get it I do not know, 

For she is someone I love so, 

She places hope in millions, 

She would ignite nations passion if she could, 

How do I know so much about her? 

Simple, 

She’s my sister 

Poem – Curious

Mom what is this? 
Can I play with that? 

Should I touch this? 

May I eat that? 

Will you kiss this? 

Am I asking too much? 

Do I bother you so? 

When I make a mistake will you fault me? 

When I lie will you preach me the truth? 

When I fall will you be there to pick me up? 

When I was born were you proud? 

Was I held close and tender? 

Or was it more like coarse and bark? 

Am I someone you see the image of you? 

Am I silly? 

Am I wrong? 

Am I a being that is small? 

Do I cause you pain? 

Are there thoughts of you not wanting me? 

That can’t be true, can it? 

When I grow up will I be this curious when I am so tall? 

Poem – The Beauty That You Don’t See

I know what you see, 
You see the person that is not me, 

I know what you think, 

I am not belittled by your words, 

Or cry of what you think of me, 

Ha, don’t think of yourself so fine, 

You are just like me, 

Human, 

Beauty is the color within, 

My soul is one, 

The attention of a million do not matter if the negativity is place so deep, 

Why should I heed your soulful cries? 

When you don’t even care, 

Why should I show you a face no one sees? 

My struggles, 

My life. 

Poem – The Actress Beyond The Eyes

The actress you don’t see, 
It’s the actress inside of me, 

Whenever you see it now or later, 

SHE’s been inside all of this time, 

This book is about me, 

Yes this actress beyond you, 

She enchants with her words, 

Her eyes smile, 

She sparkles as she acts, 

A persona of her choosing, 

Open your eyes, 

Listen as you read, 

From Prologue to Epilogue, 

This is me, 

Well the beginning at least, 

The actress beyond the eyes 

Poem – Sorrowful Dancer

There was a woman deprived, 
She lived her book in lies, 

Beautiful her moves were deadly, 

Temptress she acted sinfully, 

It was told that she trance every man, 

Her heart had a ban, 

Steaming from herself worth, 

Thinking of her birth, 

It was quite sad to see, 

“I want someone to think of me! ”

Oh she was a dancer, 

Only Lord knows she’s a chancellor, 

Go woman go, 

She knew she could put on a show, 

In her eyes I could tell she was hurt, 

I didn’t have to ask why she felt like dirt, 

All she needed was someone’s hand, 

To comprise a wedding man.