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Alright, I felt it was time to change the poems up a little bit. Enough about my life. It's time for you to see my creative side, but I'll let you read and be the judge. So I hope you enjoy what you read. Holla at me!

What`s up BlackPlanet! Let me tell u a lil bit about me. I'll start by saying I know I look young, but I recently celebrated my 28th birthday. I love the big city. I love being around a lot of people. I like a lady in public and one that can be a freak in private if the situation calls for it. I want a supportive woman to be my equal and I`ll support her too. I`m 6`0ft tall, love sports and I know how to cook. As far as life goes I have three fears in old age: 1. To lose my mind because I feel like it's one of my most important blessings from God, 2. To grow old alone, and 3. To have not lived. Be broke for a reason. Don`t work hard all your life and not have anything to show for it. I watched my moms and pops work hard for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. Tomorrow ain`t promised. How many times have you heard older people say, "I wish I would have done this when I was able to"? Remember success is measured by happiness, not money, but it don`t hurt to have that too, let's keep it real right? Right.
This is from the heart and in Loving Memory of My Mother and Father, Addie Louise Barnes 07/08/59-09/08/04 and Robert Wayne Thomas 04/02/60-09/29/93. I love you both and I will see you again. Thankyou for everything.

1RealSista holla back, I just gave you a shot out Cousin! And for those who don`t know that`s her in a couple of pictures with me and my other cuz, U _Da_Shyt, up against the dresser, aint she the Shyt? Yeah I know. The guy in the other pic is my older brother. As u can see good looks run N Da FAMILY!!!!!!!


She watchin both of us from up stairs Big Bro!
T.Barnes

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"The Bus" Remember the place one could find grafiti on wheels, But that was the 80's, Now every week there's different advertisement deals, Remember this place? With a page in Black History, But in the 50's It was just a facit of our Black Nation's misery. Remember this place? Once ruled by Jim Crow Where blacks went to the back So their faces didn't show, And segregation was alive But we really didn't know, That for our rights we could fight, So that battle went slow, And Rosa Parks was a pioneer for all of us. So now when I see this place, I see more than a bus. I see a piece of my history, that was once unjust. I see what prayer can do when In God We Trust I see a place where all races can sit in peace, Where there's no wars, no fights, We dont even have to speak, Just get on the bus and take our seat. The bus takes you in different directions like life And we're all just trying to get From point A to point B. "Life is Precious"

Tell me Lord,
Why did it have to come this,
He was my best friend,
Now I'm his best witness,
It's like I'm trapped inside a maze,
Because I'm still in a daze,
And for your death we at trial,
But i'm still in denial,
I look beside me,
Feel your presence,
You look over and smile,
Now your site is so blury,
I got tears in my eyes,
Trying to explain to this jury,
But what comes out is lies,
And I know your mother's heart is torn-------
She's thinking they're going free,
And for you I don't mourn,
But if she only knew the trouble we brought,
She would know this is my revenge,
Because it's partly my fault,
Now at your funeral
I pay respect with no name,
I'm dying on the inside,
But on my face is shame,
As I look over with sad thoughts at your casket,
I hear the minister, "Dust to dust,
And ashes ashes."
Suddenly it's like i'm going insane,
Blood dripping down my face,
and all I feel is burning and pain,
So I guess what your thinking is true,
My life is over,
I just wished who got shot wasn't me or you.

"Mentality Control"

Imagine being here on earth,
But still living in hell.
I spent 3 weeks locked up,
But I'm still livin in jail.
They shackled our minds,
Because the government's
Biggest fear is our head,
We need schools,
But they use our test scores,
To build us prisons instead,
And bring us guns,
Coke, and liquor stores,
And let us handle the rest,
So we kill each other
On the streets,
To handle our pain and stress.
Scared they'll figure out we intelligent,
So we live like slaves,
I'll be damned if I retreat,
And go back to those days.
Anybody paying attention,
Wondering who I aim this,
To any man mean harm to my people,
Only you can claim this,
Write it, picture it, and plaque it
You can frame this,
Remember these words always,
So you need to hang this,
Learned how to fight wit my ink,
And now my pen is taimless,
My potential is unlimited,
And my brain is dangerous,
So that makes my power great,
And my mind containless.

"Don't Quit"

Tell me why they can't see the world through our eyes,
But we can imagine having money, fantasizing---------
and My professor telling me be on time for class,
F**k taking notes, I need some money, he can kiss my a$$!
But my Mama wanted me climbing the corporate ladder------
If I leave school though all this don't matter-------
Back in the hood man it's all good----
We just a bunch of street niggaz misunderstood.
But my white counselor saying to me "man don't sweat it"
And I'm thinking, "why am I working on these college credits?"
According to statistics that ain't important where i'm head it
Only thing I need to survive is street credits.
Plus my mama ain't here, damn! Life ain't funny-----
I remember I told my mama, one day she won't worry bout money!
And in a way, dang, I guess that's true.
But come back here Death Angel, I wasn't talking bout You!
Now just like Michael Jordan i'm in a zone-----
I can't even ball nomore, doctor said I was accident prone.
They tell us there's only 2 ways out the hood for blacks-----
Minus basketball for me I guess that only leaves rap.
Now this counseling session is over.
Headed to my next class, hmmmm, is my professor sober.
The english teacher talk drunk with his words.
Trying to explain to the class how to conjugate verbs.
Conjugate, huh? What the hell does that mean?
He got my head hurting, I think I'm leaving this scene.
Because criminology is next hour at one.
And if I don't take a break right now then after this I'm done.
Cause my instructor for criminology, she be talking in tongue.
Telling us about court cases, how some of them were lost and won.
Won? Please! You can't tell me black folks win cases.
Gov't ran courts, "Teach! They all racist"
Feels like I been sitting here listening for hours!
Teach won't preach the truth so I yell,"Coward!"
You know to us the government mean Devil!
And those are yah laws, so don't ask us to settle.
She said, "I'm not I just want you to dream."
Get an education and fight back like Dr. King.

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