I am the middle-aged soccer mom;
With three kids, a husband, and a job.
I am America.
I am the teenage unwed mother,
Who never finished high school.
I, too, am America.

I am the prominant businessman,
Living the American dream.
I am America.
I am the poor man in the projects,
Struggling to support my family.
I, too, am America.

I am the single male, dating around
Just having fun before my time's done.
I am America.
I am the mother, widowed at thirty
Working three jobs to keep us all alive.
I, too, am America.

All of us are America
We all live together
Why can't we accept each other?
And learn to say;
"We, too, are America."

This is inspired by Langston Hughe's "I, too, Sing America."

Black Rose

She flips us off.

Aims to shock
Trys to please
A lustful hunger
For a scandal.

Underneath,
She cringes
Cries at the words
Wants a friend.

This can mean a lot of things. Some i wish it didn't.

He listens to Pain
Sees her every day
Watches hope die
In desperate agony.
He screams out loud
Calms her pain
Claws his way
Through her tangled mind
Breaks through unconcious
Reachs toward light
Watchs it ever recede
Looses his grip on life
Tries not to fall

I wrote this while i was in Honduras playing counselor to a couple of love-struck teenagers... it's kind of how i feel some times.

Express my feelings?
I love you but I don't.
I want to but I won't.
I really don't want to.

Decision making?
You make it for me.
No wait, I'll do it.
I don't want to wait;

I want it now.
No I don't, I can't.
I want it to end,
It's barely begun.

I don't want to deal.
I think it's worth it.

Where's my knight in shining armor?
He's supposed to carry me away, remember?
Won't he ever come along?
Not perfect, I'm not.
Just perfect for me.
Why are others blessed and I'm left
With a bitter taste in my heart.

I lift my head
To the stars

My feet are plantd
Firmly on the ground

I see; watch,
All that goes on below

I will someday
Fly, far away

I will give
Flying lessons

This one is the one I've had published in an anthology that will be presented to Hilary Clinton. Only about 2% of all the entries were chosen, so I was pretty happy to be chosen, to say the least. :)

Please love me for me;
Want me for who I am.
Don't try to make me what I'm not.
I know you say you love me.
I can't love you back.
Or maybe I just won't.
My heart's been given away
To so many others.
That knight I wrote about?
Yah, that's the one. He hasn't shown up yet.
Are you the one?
God, I hope not!

Daggar on the table
Pills there, Gun in hand
I look, desperate for help,
Find only eternal pain.
Hopeless, frustrated,
I looked toward heaven,
I pray. He hears me;
sends his angels o surround me
Now I heal, learn to love
And laugh again.

I whispered one word
To the maker of the universe.

Who do i turn to
When no one understands
To them it's all a joke
To me it's no laughing matter
My life is the grade
My friends don't get it.
My life is my friends
My parents just don't see
Where do I go
When my world's upside-down
When God is so far away
And i can't get him back
When my friend turns away
Because my beliefs aren't his
When i'm scared to confront my fears
Afraid they'll tear me apart.

I'm so sorry
What can I say?
I didn't mean
To hurt you that way.
I tried so hard
To make it make sense
But all the reasons
I tried to think through
Just ran me into
A great stone wall
A wall built with bricks
Of confusion and doubt
Of questions and answers
I know nothing about.
Joy to the world
They say in the song
And I can't say
It's most deffinately wrong
But right now all I think of
Is your sad face
And I wonder what joy
Is in this sad place.

I wrote this after i broke up with my first real boyfriend, more than a year ago.

Why isn't life fair?
Why must the faithful suffer,
While the sinful prosper?
The wicked path looks so easy;
God's appears so difficult
Can we ever make the grade?
It's so tempting to turn aside.
Butin my Lord's sweet words
"All things work together for good"
I see a beautiful promise,
Worth all my pain.

This one's my favorite one of all of the ones on this page. I don't know why... hell, I don't even know what it means. I just like the rhythm I guess.

I seem to be my own
They say i'm so confident
they say they like it
Then they critizize me
They don't see the real me
Just trying to fit in
To be acknowledged
To finally be accepted
I want to be known
For something
But at the same time
I want to fit in-
To have friends.
And i'm so scared.

Can I ever have everlasting love?
Is it a thing that is real?
Does it really make your heart soar?
Beat with a new cadence?
Can it make you sin an aria?
Or is it all a pipe dream,
a fake, a fraude someone thought up?
Was it only invented by someone
With a heart as solid as glass?
To make us cry and make us break?
I believe love is a song.
It can last forever, or break apart.
It can cause great joy or lasting hurt.
It was invented for us to enjoy.
God loved it so much, he gave it to us.

Good-bye Princess Diana,
You've always been a hero to me.
You touched many hearts,
From one side of the globe
To the other.

Your two boys have lost
Their Mother and teacher
And though we cannot
Possibly feel their loss
We share in it.

Your country, and the world,
Has lost a beautiful person.
Who worked for so much joy,
But instead got only sadness.
We miss you.

I wrote this soon after Princess Di's death. She touched me in so many ways, and i didn't even realize until after she died how much i idolized her.

Revelation

In the middle of the night
I walked in the city
Through the acid rain
And people's stares of self-pity.
I walked through the strip,
All the unhappy rich,
And looked for a home
Don't want to sleep in a ditch.
I walked by a church,
It was empty and bare.
Because no one can go there
Save during the hour of prayer.
I see people with pasted-on smiles
Act with all their might
To show to there comrades
How their life is happy and light.
And as I look at my life,
I begin to realize
That to be happy with one's lot
Is hardest before he dies.

This is one of a few poems i wrote quite a while ago that i just found in a notebook i forgot i had. I love the line about walking through the acid rain.

"Let's just be friends."
"Let's meet other people."
Stupid cliche's,
Made for stupid people
I'm not stupid.
I know what you say
I didn't love you.
You're too young for me.
I read you loud and clear.
Thanks for nothing.

Who says what you do?
Who's to say what to feel?
Is it our screwed-up society?
Our parents, family, friends?
Or a greater, better source?
Some say it's inside of you.
Some say you dictate me.
I say all of it effects you.
It all leaks over to you.
And all those around you.
Get something from you.

This is a rather pathetic piece that i wrote after my boyfriend broke up with me. I didn't actually love him all that much, and he had a good reason for breaking up. basically it just sucked that he did it through e-mail.