I Love The Way!!!!

I LOVE THE WAY

MY EYES LIGHT UP

I LOVE THE WAY

MY SMILE MAKES YOU PROUD

I LOVE THE WAY

MY IDENTIY MAKES YOU GUESS

I LOVE THE WAY

YOU BRAG ABOUT MY BEAUTY

I LOVE THE WAY

I CAN HIDE MY SADNESS

I LOVE THE WAY

I EXPRESS MYSELF

AND I LOVE THE WAY

I CAN BE ME

I LOVE THE WAY

I WAS MADE WITH TWO OF ME

IT'S HARD TO SAY

I LOVE THE WAY

I LOVE ME

Who

WHO CAN I BE

WITHOUT MY IDENITY

WHO CAN I BE

WITHOUT MY INTERGETITY

WHO CAN I BE

WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION

WHO CAN I BE

EXCEPT POETRY

Who

My book

"this is the cover of my book"

My Testimony

when my pen touches paper,
i'm writing history.
it really shouldn't be
a mystery,
that my success
is the best part of me.
so i'm not gone let,
the enemy get the best of me!
this is a signifcant testimony
coming from only me
can't nobody tell it like me!
so many people hating on me,
wishing they was me
when they don't no nothing
about me...
so quick to judge and question me
when you can't even imagine being me,
when my pen touches paper
it's a whole new me.

Testimony of a Ghetto Child: What is Poetry?

Testimony of a Ghetto Child: What is Poetry?

What is Poetry?

What is Poetry?
Is it art
Or does it come,
From the heart?
Does it have its own part?
So tell me
What is poetry?
Is it lyrics to a favorite song?
What is poetry?
A soft melody
Or words
From the mouth,
What is Poetry?
Is it something like?
Floetry?
“All you gotta to do is say yes,
Don’t deny what you feel,
Open up yo mind and rest,
I’m about to let you know “
So tell me,
What is Poetry?

Brittney S. Turner

Testimony of a Ghetto Child: sometimes

Testimony of a Ghetto Child: sometimes

sometimes

Sometimes I wanna hide
And let them try and find
What I left behind
Sometimes I wanna
Scream like I’m in
A bad dream!
This seems so unreal to me
Sometimes I wanna cry
And not know why?
Sometimes I wanna
Live my life
And not wonder!
Sometimes I just
Fight because I
Might lose sight

Brittney S. Turner

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if you ask i might be READY...
if you let me i might be Willing...
if you want me to i WILL...
but it's gonna take some time,
time to heal..
i can't just give you my heart and
expect it to be ok!!! i need to know if your ready!!!!

Box Fight

I try to box
Myself out of the pain
But instead I get caught
In my brain;
I can’t maintain
My name,
Life is so lame;
People playing childish games,
When they should be ashamed,
Stealing and cheating.
Killing each other, with our actions
And cutting each other with the words,
Coming out of our mouths;
I try to box
Myself out of negativity
But my integrity, won’t let me be
I try to flea inside, because I have a
Wicked side, but I can’t hide
Because my insides have cried so many times,

I try to box myself out of the hurt,
But my heart just burst.
Brittney S. Turner