he is amazing
some say he belongs to saten
hes  lost in the darkness
so whose going to save him

he hides within the beats
you hear him when you sleep

he watchies your every move
theres no hinding from these dude

no matta whats your location
if he wants you his
then you are taken

blue clouds
the moons out
runs away with the wind
to the south
but i chase it like a theif
all the way to the end



i tel it 2 b silent
cuz the clouds might find it
so i hide it  inside so the sky cant bite it
i turn off the lights
then i face the night

i took  the moon so  i cud the see stars gloom
i wait an wait 4 the brightness  to run across my face

so i could wish apon a moving star
wish for a loving heart
even though im a part
i think about my start
cuz i rather die a lover
then a forgotten fucker

im loyal to the ball
butt num to the fall
i put my eggs in one basket
hope i dont lose it all

i live to die
i smile to cry

i hide in side
so the darness dont take me alive
i close my eyes
an try to sigh

i sleep on life
cuz my nightmares neva go bright'

so i dont believe in light
cuz theres no love in nights
theres noblind in sight
an no smiles in fights

polo baby
rugby save me
fresh kicks on deck
like new done nails im blessed
never been stressed
cause if i want it i get it
unlike the rest
ill put a bullet in a head
just to get me some bread
then walk it off like i lost it all
forgetting the cause
i worship the dollar more then i worship the lord
 so i take whats mine
not scaryed of the fine
cause i stay on the run
like to fat kids that stay on the bun
label me a theif
say karma is on its way for me
an ill see whats its insorted for me
i dont believe in light
cause the darness never go bright
so i take a bite
of the bitter place they call life
then i rest within the sheets
knowing that ill die a beast
so ill take every thing left
so i could be fly when im decease




poem by saikou s bah

poem

red the rich color of sorrow
black the bitter ecko
of
tommorow

the scream

Scream
with fear.
Look into the eyes of the figure.
Dark eyes.
Frightened eyes.
Look.
Deeper,
look at the background.
What do you see?
Bright orange,
dark ground.
Why is it screaming?
Do you see it?
fear, insanity.
Look into these eyes,
these eyes

.Look deeper.
Deeper.
See the past. See what the figure sees.
Dark eyes.
Frightened eyes


response:
the scream is not a person nor place not a picture nor object the scream is a feelings a feeling that can be compaed to fear a place where you may dread or a place where you may hate ,the scream is an emotion which others may feel.i think the author is trying to express his feeling and emotions that  he may feel about fear. he comparing it to a human or an animal. i thiks he fears his past because it says see the past see what the figure sees.

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
and he was no whit bigger,
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and called me, "nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December,
of all the things that happened there
thats all i could remember



response: the words are very catchy so yall think its a  nursery ryhme. even though the things that where said in this poem was hurt full it sort of balanced things out because the writer didnt really show emotion they just told a story. i think the main reason for these beacuse in this poem the child is 8 years old and when your 8 you dont really know much about hate full people. these poem teachies the kid and important that not every one in this world  is nice there killers, liers, and most importantly haters

poem

Response to "Incident"

Incident, by Countee Cullen