My name is Jen Marie and this is the story of my life.

My name is Jen Marie and this is the story of my life.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Alphabetical Poem


abstract brilliance

constant drama

excellent, friend

gorgeous highlights

increasing, joy

kindly laughter

massive needs of pleasure, quickly

remembering sadness

tales, unforgettable

vicious, world,





Who am I??

I am a young, strong African American,
I am hip-hop,
I am the poet,
I am the artist,
Who am I,
I am the pen to the paper,
I am the dream of my young people,
Cause I am the future.
I am my own generation,
I am the roots of Africa,
To the beat of the dreams,
To the tears of the slaves,
I am sometime heard, mostly seen, but always misunderstood,
Cause nobody took time to know the person that lives inside,
So you'll think I'm different,
But I just think I'm unique,
Is it because I smile all the time,
Well that's just to keep the pain inside,
My feelings are a secret that was never told,
Cause I grew up to church every Sunday, macaroni always cooking, and the sound of Cassidy's voice always buzzing in my ear,
Who am I, you ask,
I am love at first sight,
I am the last child of , a single parent,
I am a fatherless child,
Holding on to the memories, and just not able to let go,
Finding it hard to realize, that the man I once knew is no longer in my life,
Feeling like I am a mistake,
Cause life isn't suppose to be this harsh,
Who am I?
If I was a color, I would be black, and proud,
Free at last, as the great Martin Luther King once said.
If I was an animal I would be a tiger, strong an full of pride,
A leader not a follower,
If I was a shape I would be a heart, loving and caring
Longing for more people to come in
Just to lock them in,
Cause I refuse to let another soul disappear in my life,
And my heart cries for you to come back every night,
I am from dreams that never came true,
I am your umbrella on a rainy day,
I'll shelter you from pain, tell your problems go away,
I am a revolution,
I am history in the making,
Cause every tear has its own story,
Every cut carries its own tale,
Every child has its own purpose,
Who am I? you ask,
I am your deepest fear,
Your most sacred secret,
Your bitter lies,
I am the opposite of you,
Cause I'm everything you are not,
I am from reggae to hip-hop to alternative rock,
I am the last step, to your last breath,
So think wise,
Who am I ? you ask?
I am the product of life.



Her name is Beauty...

I once knew this girl named Beauty,
She was everything everybody wanted to be,
sometimes I would even see a little beauty in me,
she always seemed happy,
even though everyone around her fought,
she always tried to get attention, but never got a lot,
she had this aura that not many could see,
but Beauty, she was perfect to me,
as we grew older this aura faded away,
she got too attracted to all the cameras, light, hollywood, the fame
It came to a point where my friend, Beauty completely changed,
she was becoming less of a person, but more of an expensive way of life,
so oneday Beauty called me, and she said she decided to run away,
and i begged her to stay,
and she said Jenny this is not who i want to be,
I am running because people no longer see me, for me,
but what they view on t.v,
so i must leave until they can figure out that beauty is only skin deep,
I was sad she had to leave, but she was right,
and I haven’t seen Beauty ever since that night,
and if anybody sees Beauty, tell her I’ve changed
I’ve come to realize that beauty is more than meets the eye,
but what lies inside.