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? 


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, 


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. 

Poem – Reply From a Pleasant Lady 

I accept your offer to wine, 
But you can act like a swine, 

Even a piece of work like you, 

Should I really show you? 
Or should I break you where you stand? 

Don’t worry I’ll give you a hand, 

Are you trying to stroke the embers of my heart? 

In your chest can I throw a dart? 
If you are so confident then why don’t you come? 

Believing that you are so dumb, 

Calling you out on your bluff, 

Do you think you are so tough? 
Glazing into your eyes, 

Your look I despise, 

A cave full of your lies, 

The lost truth that dies, 
My heart you snake? 

Don’t make me faint! 

You talk big, 

Wanna hole to dig? 
I am a dignify lady, 

You miss my baby? 

Well just maybe, 

I’ll take you up on your challenge! 

Poem – Lonely Old Road

I went down a lonely old road, 
They said was keeping me home, 

One day I will know about, 

Down that lonely old road I was to be told, 

How come no one told me to go down this lonely old road? 

I felt that I didn’t know anything beyond this lonely old road, 

Come to think of it, 

I don’t because this lonely old road, 

Is all I know, 

No one told me about this darn lonely old road, 

I tried to keep my head held high, 

Gravity pressed my head down, 

I was walking around, 

Saying I’m walking down this lonely old road, 

If you should ever see me, 

All you have to do is wave that hand of yours, 

Telling me to go down this lonely old road, 

I might smirk at first, 

Because you told me to go down this lonely old road, 

But you also heard me out, 

Before I went on this journey, 

On this lonely old road, 

Just know that one day, 

I’ll get off this lonely old road, 

I’ll have something to show, 

About this lonely old road. 

Poem – My Mom’s Epic

My mom is so epic, 
My kin doesn’t know what to do, 

She handles things her own way, 

She is a tree, mighty and strong, 

Like an eagle, mess with her babies, 

Let’s say you will go down heavy, 

She fights her own mêlées, 

She cares for others, 

By no way is she introverted, 

She’s elation to my life, 

Cautious and valiant is just the tip of the ice berg to portray her, 

She’s interminable, 

She’s been with me ever since I could remember, 

I will always love her, 

For she is MY EPIC MOM! 

Poem – Rose Bud

I dare tell you of I so small, 
Yes even before I began to crawl, 

It was not yet in full bloom, 

It didn’t have petals, 

The inside had not yet shown itself, 

Just like a secret not waiting, 

Time cultivating it, 

The rose bud is a symbol of my younger self, 

The bloom of spring after winter, 

Love, tender care, it’s finally here! 

Some people use the petals to procreate magic, 

It is used as a cure for loneliness, 

Brings everyone together, 

When some get it they say spring has come my way, 

I am a blood colored rose. 

Poem – The Tigress

She who stands proud, strong, relentless, at obtaining her prey, 

She who is fierce, determined to have what she wants, 

She will not stop until she barricades her hidden and strong desires, 

Blood of the tiger flowing through her veins, 

She who wants it is she, who gets, 

A female warrior acting on impulse, controlled by her will power, 

How woman has a divine spirit, 

A heart, also a mind that is not consumed by stupid unnecessary provocative actions, 

She who is The Tigress, is a woman to be feared, respected, admired, you either like her or not, 

There are no exceptions, 

You are brave, The Tigress is in you. 

Poem – The Rapture Woman 

Once upon a time there was a woman who bewitched any man she pleased, 

Fiddled with his pride not caring if he’d die, 

Then one unforeseen day she fell in love with a man with an revolting facade, 

To her he was a emperor and lovely as the stars that shined, 

She cherished him like a lover and kept him always in her mind, 

They had a child and named her Chloe, 

Chloe was a gorgeous child, 

She lived up to her name, 

Her laugh was unbearably sweet, 

Looking like her mother, 

Eyes like her father, 

Her smile lit a room, 

Her giggle place love in nations, 

Invidious villagers wondered how such a child came from the seed of an appalling man, 

So they deliberated to form a plan to pilfer the woman, 

They moved hastily and broke in the house while she was sleeping, 

Hoisted her, lusting for her and wanting her to have their kids, 

Slipping the fabrication they poured into her mouth, 

Drinking them as it was the air she direly desired, 

One put his hand on her bosom, 

Her eyes drifted open to see a distort illusion, 

In her eyes, the man was her husband, 

Weeks past and she awoke like sleeping beauty, 

Knowing not where she was, 

She closed her eyes as the smell breached her nose, 

Opening them once more, 

Just a peak and nothing more, 

Her heart finally tore, 

She gazed at her plump stomach gagged at the thought, 

A child not her husband’s, 

She now knew how the men whose hearts she fractured felt, 

Shame came upon her, 

The men stared down at her, 

Her lips trembled, 

She felt alive, 

But all she could do was run, 

Run woman run for your life, 

Trembling as if the earth fell, 

A man caught her and she cried out, 

Kissing her forcefully and twisting her arm, 

Another man grabbed her legs, 

She gave in ten days later, 

Surrendering herself to them, 

Ten years later she bore six children since then, 

Escaping the men at night taking whatever help she could, 

She had to ride in places where no woman would ever want to be, 

Wanting to reunite with her family, 

She had new determination, 

Her pride had shown out, 

Once she knew where to go, 

Only one thing was on her mind, 

The place where her children and she belonged, 

Arriving home to her daughter and husband, 

She stood there with the children behind her, 

Not looking him in her eyes, 

For he knew what happened, 

She thought that he did not want her anymore, 

When her eyes did, 

He embraced her, 




She felt safe, 

Her life was back to normal… so she thought, 

A light binding her face, 

She could not hold face, 

Perilous danger was not her taste, 

A thought of disownment came to her, 

She pierced his gaze, 

That she was all she could do to keep from faltering, 

Biting her lip, 

Holding back repressed tears, 

His stroke…an angel destroying her darkness, 

The children around her started to gather, 

A circle of her story, 

He looked at her, 

Her eyes never leaving his detailed face, 

No longer could she stand, 

Crushing her between him, 

The pain of ten years came out, 

Chloe, oh how she aged, 

No longer a little girl, 

Transformed into a young lady, 

Chloe had her arms out, 

With no hesitation, 

She ran into her daughter’s arms, 

Tears as beautiful as a river, 

Chloe said no words, 

She was old enough to know what happened, 

Her husband grinned, 

She wiped tears away, 

All the children, 

Even Chloe, formed a complete circle, 

She and he was in the middle of it, 

“This is our family, Nadiaa.”

“Kayan, oh my sweet.”

The children were happy, 

Their life started anew 

Poem – Achieve Your Dream

Achieve your dream today, 

For it will come soon, 

Work hard to it’s your chance to, 
Take your dream steadfast, 

You can be what you want to, 

It is your dreams go, 
I dare you to go for it, 

Like a flower you have to bloom, 

Why don’t you just show? 
How will you achieve this dream? 

Are you like a strong oak tree? 

Or just a sapling? 
Don’t let you dream defer like raisins, 

Have you decided yet? 

You crouch inside of my hand, 
I whisper words to you, 

The world is your hands now, 

Make it what you will.