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“PRIDE”
-Haitian Alize-
A Soldier with the heart of Malcolm,
With the beliefs of Martin.
The strength and power of Geronimo.
I’d stand up by sitting down like Rosa.
With the heart to free my race like Harriet.
When they think I’m down in the occasion, in the situation I’ll still rise,
A soul overcome with 110% percent Black Pride.
-THE END-
"MY FINAL STATES"
-Haitian Alize-
Crawling in blood, harder and harder for me to breath,
robbed, shot, and left here to die, all over greed.
Sinful World, I would've been lucky to live 20 years,
living my worst nightmare, deaths' one of my biggest fears.
Death is comming over me, and my enemies still wont get my tears,
just give a smile, because I know revenge will be upon them when the story clears.
Im seeing less of earth, and more of the bright white light,
anyways, it was punishment to live on this planet, it wasn't right.
Will Heaven welcome me with open arms or will hell take me in?,
The reason I ask this is because I know I lived a life of sin.
Struggling hard to write my killers name in blood,
P-O-L-I-C-E, thats exactly who it was.
Walking into the white light, because I see its my time,
......One Second......Two Seconds......Flat Line!
The End
"RESURRECTION"
-Haitian Alize-
Many applauded my death, but will they do the same for my return,
resurface to the earth, for that my soul yearns.
They witnessed my death, but didn't stick around for my revival,
now it's resurrection period, and death to all my rivals.
many thought I perished, never to be seen again,
but to the untrained eye, they didn't see I'd be back, cause I had a war to win.
made my second entrance, when everyone was distracted by the world's sin,
nobody realizing that the once-dead soul is back again.
hidden in disguise, mind frame set on retaliation,
death to my rivals is my only compensation.
"Laugh now, Cry Later," is what my enemies spoke,
well it's cry later time, let's see how many of you take me for a joke.
they were warned about me... to bad that they didn't listen,
perfect timing, all at once striking at my opposition.
The World, I can now exit, knowing that my rivals were deceased,
now the soul of young Alize can finally fully Rest-n-Peace.
THE END!
"HEARD I DIED"
-Haitian Alize-
No other story compares to the one I heard today,
heard I was shot and killed and in the morgue is where my body lay.
I was shot by a Crooked Cop,
Everybody screaming NO! but he wouldn't stop, four shots then my body dropped.
murdered in the clear, and was showed no affection,
pictures of me in my final states, in my pale complexion.
eyes still wide, starring into the sky,
to young to die, and hear everybody cry.
heard I died, and my name in the obituaries,
couldn't picture dying, soul-less body getting buried.
Reply:
the story of my death was fictious,
some coward got the story twisted.
my heart still pumps, im still alive,
no story will ever compare to the one when I heard I died.
The End
I wrote this poem after comming from a festival in Miami, when I seen an old friend from Middle School, and he told me he thought I died A few years Back...Shit gets scary when people tell you they thought you died!
"ENEMIES, RIVALS, AND ADVERSARIES" AKA "OUTLAW"
-Haitian Alize-
Never had a single friend, just a million fakers and rivals,
didn't want me when I had nothin' but with success they're anxious for my arrival.
Eighteen years of thinkin' on this life-long plan,
to be an outlaw on my own in this wicked land.
Me against them, word of advice to my adversaries,
stay your distance, if not, find yourself in the mortuaries.
Go ahead, send me to hell, im not beggin' for my life,
smile once, laugh twice, life in this crooked world was never right.
If not me, then it's you, and I'll be the one to make the first move,
people say I got it back, but hell, I never lost my groove,
silent death to my enemies and rivals, I'm moving way to smooth.
we all die at the end, but till then I'm collectin' sins,
Plan in life is to live out my success, and to be an outlaw to ALL my fake friends.
Outlaw until my name sits in the obituaries,
but till then, death to all enemies, rivals, and adversaries!
-Till The Death of me-
"WHO CAN I CALL ON"
-Haitian Alize
Who Can I call on when I'm wounded and bleedin'?
To see to it that my family Isn't sad and grievin'.
I need someone with the same heart raged with fire,
and when I retire, I need someone that'll see to it that all my enemies expire.
They said life was pleasure...cold blooded liars.
finally opened my eyes and saw the real world un-disguised as fire.
Scared to sleep, wicked dreams of the devil takin me,
petrified vivid thoughts of what is soon to be.
Is there anyone that sees the world as I do,
with the same thoughts, same dreams, and living the same shit I'm living through.
I wonder who'll have something to say when I'm dead and gone,
kept their silence till then, because they feared me in pysical form.
Never met a man even as close to me since my life's dawn,
when I'm wounded and bleedin', tell me, who can I call on?
-THE END!-
"EVERYTHING WENT WRONG"
-Haitian Alize-
For some reason every time I strive for the best, I'm left with the worst,
99% of my life went wrong, "Lord could I be cursed?"
the worse turned terrible, and suddenly I dont want to be the best no more,
because if I strive for success < knock,knock> and I know failure is on the other side of the door.
Missery and Failure loves company and they chose to hang wth me,
with a life full of failure, lord tell me, What success am I left to be?
Every year, it gets harder and harder to put a smile on my mothers face,
In her eyes, when I stand in front of her, does she see disgrace....
One Week Later:
Realizations were acquired when I sat down and gave it enough thought,
I should've fought harder when the most difficult challenges were brought.
Now I put everything behind,trying to live better days, somethng I should've did since my life's dawn,
to think back eighteen years of everything going wrong.
-THE END-
"THE BITCH THAT DIDN'T SEE ME"
-Haitian Alize-
Showing all that I could, but never seen by the bitch,
I figuire it's either time to embelish my plan, or down the line there was a glitch.
Were you too good for me?.....I think not,
but I now realize you're just another bitch, forgotten to be part of my plot,
I liked you, I had feelings for you, but I guess you overlooked that fact,
but bitch, I guess you threw that thought to the side of the road never looking back.
But I admit you opened my eyes, I see something I never did before,
never to open up to a bitch, skank, or a stank ass whore.
Im sorry Im rude but it's the way you made me feel,
I liked you, I had feelings for you, and thats way 2 treal.
Life is not all that it's cracked up to be,
the one title that you earned from me is "The bitch that didn't see me."
-The End....Bitch-
"EVERYONE HAS PAIN...FEEL MINE"
-Haitian Alize-
A lost minded shooken soul hurtin',
crying alone in my room cause I didn't want to be a burden.
I never meant to bring missery like I did,
never knew a mis-spent youth could bring so much knowledge to a little kid.
things were bad....and things just got worst,
now I'm dressed up in black, following my oldest sister in a black hearse.
life is rough, cherish the things you now have,
they might not be there tommorrow, and trust me, you'll be far from glad.
you cant have an up without a down, and with happiness and pain the same,
but learn to live with it,....welcome to god's game.
mixed emotions, mixed thoughts runnin' thru my mind all day,
there's a meaning and purpose 4 everything in god's own way.
keep close eye on your friends, cherish what you have, and love is blind,
everyone has pain, and you just felt mine.
-THE END!-NO PAIN, NO GAME-
“THAT SPECIAL NIGHT” PART 1 OF 3
-Haitian Alize-
Before I go to sleep the only vision I have is when we shared that special night,
When I was kissing her, hugging her, and holding my arms around her tight.
At first, I thought she called me over to watch television and help her study,
Not in my wildest dreams would I think she called me over to be her fuck buddy.
When I arrived to her castle, she was dressed all sexy in lingerie, and had a hundred candles lit,
I can remember her whispering in my ear all types of freaky shit.
We took our clothes of as we laid in the bed,
“Please don’t make it rough" were the words that she said.
Then I started feeling her up and rubbing her down,
Making my fingers go deep inside her until she made a sound.
Then I started rubbing her thighs and whispering sweet sounds in her ear,
Making her love me and think I’m sincere.
Then I rolled over to get on top of her,
About to make love to her on a bed of roses and fur.
Then Finally at last we got all in to it,
The dick and the pussy making a perfect fit.
I made my dick go deeper and deeper until I made her scream,
Then I heard a loud noise, and woke up to find out that “The Special Night” was only a wet dream.
-The End-
I always Thought that I was the only Human-Being that saw the world as I did, realizing that there is reason and purpose for everything, I'm now begining to realize my purpose in this wicked land. Will My Demise bring tears, or will it bring laughter,I live to be an Outlaw, and in the event of demise we will find out there after. -Dedicated to my only friend in this land, My little brother....(and no he's not dead)
I can Relate to a Diary entry that I read at Thatbitch.com written by the webmaster Huny, There's only a few writings that I can relate to, and her's was one of them.......
-Monday, August 13, 2001-
guarantees/realities »
there are no guarantees in life. nothing is guaranteed to be there tomorrow, people change, shit changes, shit goes badly, realizations are acquired. but there isn't one thing I have in my life that I absolutely know will be there tomorrow or next week or next year. I try not to get too attached to things or even people because heads are not always there. this isn't a sad thing, its just reality nahmean, and whats real can't always be sad even if my emotions try to initially trick me into thinking that is the right way to feel. I may shed tears about it right now, but I don't cry because things bring me down necessarily...its the emotions that make me cry.
my emotions make me strong, though, or at least more aware.
I'm probably one of the most emotional heads that ever existed...but I'm a natural born actor so if necessary I can bury that shit for anyone looking. but inside sometimes I feel like I'm sobbing, yo. sometimes I second and third guess the choices I've made that I felt SO strongly about. people that I no longer wanted in my cipher I cut out of it...and at times I miss the fuckin hell out of who they WERE but when I see the people they ARE I remember why we can no longer be peoples. nothing is guaranteed and not many will be there do or die.
no love gained, no love lost feel me?
been thinkin about this shit for a few days now cause I get introspective when I have pms.
effort + love doesn't guarantee the recepient will receive it correctly or at the least recognize the equation for what it is. sometimes it hasn't been appreciated, other times I didn't give enough and almost lost heads...almost got cut smooth the fuck off.
right now I'm feeling tired/wise. they say with wisdom comes saddness but I say with wisdom comes a weight that makes you want to close your eyes and just sleep through shit. like going to sleep during a thunderstorm and waking up to sunshine...although I always did like thunderstorms.
when I'm sad I'm aware...acutely. but getting past that shit and feeling positive/sustained is what makes me feel strong. its like lauryn is speaking on; sometimes you have to live for the wrong reasons to start living for the right ones.
people want fantasies always...reality isn't so pretty but it makes me feel strong.
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