Tuesday, June 22, 2010

1ce Upon A Time

1ce upon a time I was a child,
Blinded to many things,battling to even walk a mile.
You told me what I thought was right,
Not concern with how things would be in my sight.
I followed and believed,
Years later, realizing I was deceived.

1ce upon a time, I had no voice,
I allowed othes to speak, did I have a choice?
You see, you caught me at a weak moment, telling me I couldn't,
Foolish enough to believe that I shouldn't.
Who were you to tell me where to go,
Nigga please,my journey,my show.

1ce upon a time, I held eveything in,
Still proceeding with caution, I've realized my sin.
Too many nights I cried,
Some nights wishing I would have died.
I mean, why not? You had my soul,
Total control.

1ce upon a time, life was a trap,
Like a bitch, I jus got slapped.
Not knowing which direction to go,
In hopes that the wind would just blow.
I'd find my escape...
Haven't caught my 1ce upon a time?
Let me continue with this so called rhyme.

You see my 1ce upon a time isn't just about my past,
What you don't seem to realize is that none of this is my last.
What you may have thought was a fight,
Just got me somewhat tight.

1ce upon a time, I was too blind to see,
Never once did u say you believed in me.
I had to pave my own way...
I wrote my own songs, moved to my own beat and attempted to sound my own drum.
Take a second, stop and listen,
Did you really think I was that dumb?

You see what may have been my 1ce upon on time,
Just became over-powered with a small hint of rhyme.
I'm taking back what you stole from me,
You'll hear my story and see what I see.

My words may not have flown,
But that wasn't my mission,
For all the hurt, tears and pain,
I still remained sane.

Strong, able to stand on my own, I know this is hurting you,
Then again, it's probaly not,
At the end of the day, all I really needed to say...

What was once my 1ce upon a time,
Doesn't exist anymore.
I started over, taking a new route,
and who seemed to have died so long ago...

*Silence*

My true 1ce upon a time has yet to be told,
when my true story is written, I'll be sold.
To peace, love and happiness,
A sense of finally feeling free,
living my life with ease,
and finally...
Finally accepting me.

1ce upon a time?
I'd said not...
Stay tune.

6 comments:

  1. I actually like the poem. But I feel like u substituting words for cuss words took away some of your power. Your poem was about a realization and acceptance and something that angered u at one point. An extension of your feelings, don't censor yourself. Thats what others haved tried 2 do

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  2. I really appreciate that. So would you suggest that I got and fix that word to reclaim what I was intially saying? I just followed your blog by the way.

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  3. Only if you want 2. Just advice for the future. These are ur words and urs alone, if u wanna curse.....curse. U wanna scream.....scream. It's ur self expression. U'd like for it to be well recieved but thats not why u write. U do it because u have something to say

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  4. True story... again I say, thank you!

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  5. well said my friend, you can tell through your words that it's something you have experience and how you felt or dealing with the situation. I think that is what is great about poetry or creative writing in general. Good Job!

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  6. @Jason thanx so much LBB! I'm trying to expand my writing on a different level. I have a vision that I just can't ignor.

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