Growing up in the ghetto is not a bad thing.
Some people thinks it's HORRIBLE, but it's not...

Why do i sometime get butterflies when i'm around...
Why can't them three special words come out my...

You joke, you laugh, you play
And you alwayz, alwayz have something to say...

My weakness is sign
My flaw is proof...

Way to escape your mind,
search and find...

Not to trust this,
is a poetic injustice...

You call me nigga , but that's not my name.
You point me out in public tryin to put me to...

I am beautiful...
I am a woman...

In this place of broken bottles, and crushed...
Where most men walk but none of them see...

I write to ease the tears
that were once fears...

Why you have to talk
when you have nothin to say...

My silent tears, my silent tears,
these are the ones no one hears...