Soooo....

I got to present my anthology n English IV today && one of the poems I read left my teacher red in the face. She said it's because it was graphic blah, blah, blah. As much as I am a dreamers, I'm a realist. I'd much rather not sugarcoat shxt to put it simple. I read a poem that JASMINE MANS performed at BNV 2008. Here's the video. Also the video for another poem that was featured in my anthology is underneath.



Jasmine Mans ^




Alexis Marie ^

No Story.

what is an accomplishment?
webster defines it as "a quality or ability equipping one for society"
and "a special skill or ability acquired by training or practice"
i define it as life.
as surviving. as going through something.

i used to think i had no story.
that i'd accomplished nothing in my life
i believed for so long that i was nothing.
nothing special and that nobody cared.
dreams deterred. crashed and burned.
an angel with unstable wings.
that is who i WAS.

i had to sit back and think about Everything.
i'd forgotten i marched all through Brooklyn when 41 shots were fired.
i was 6.

i'd forgotten that i lived through living with a man who hated me for no reason.
10 years. he tried to break me.

i survived suicide attempts.
i survived being bullied. being called fat and ugly.
i got through my eating disorder.
i got through my parent's fighting.
through their divorce.
through feeling like i'd been abandoned.

i got through.

i survived being molested by a man with no morals. no soul.
i remember the day i told my mother.
i can still see the look on her face.
and the fire in her eyes.
i promised myself that day that i would never cause her that pain again.

i survived.

i used to hate everything about myself.
the way my face looked. the way my hair looked.
the way my body was shaped.
all that!

but i have learned to love whole-heartedly.
to stand on my own two feet.
to not let anyone tear me down.
because i know im great.
i've always been great and will always be great.

i used to think i had no story.
that i'd accomplished nothing in my life.
dreams deterred. crashed and burned.
an angel with unstable wings.
that is who i WAS.

who am i now?
i am her; an image of Him.
i am "us"
im a product of my environment, of them.

i am never a victim.
stronger than ever.
stronger than yesterday.
i am strength.

i'm a voice.
i speak for the voiceless.
i am a body that curves like the waves of a coke bottle.
a face that displays an exact replica of the man i call Daddy.

a spirit unbroken.
a mind never folding, but almost always conflicted.
i am a mixture of Earth, Water, and Fire;
red and white blood cells.

i am a woman.
a "sistah" with the blood of ancestors running throught my veins.
i am a set of eyes that pour heavy rains
whether i'm happy, sad, or laughing.

i am who i am, who i want to be.
myself. and that's not even the half.

i am where i am today because i PUSHED.
i clawed my way through my problems.
scratched and pounded on that damn glass ceiling
'til it fkcing broke!

and i am happy.

i used to think i had no story.
that i'd accomplished nothing in my life.
i know now that i was wrong.

my name is Dominique Ashley David
and this is part of my story.
what's yours?

HIM ♥

i hate that you still have the power to make my heart skip a beat;

my knees weak.

i am helpless toward you.

never wanna miss your call or text.

you see right through me w| your x-ray specs.

& I HATE IT.

and YOU!!!

dude you freaking broke my heart.

something you promised wouldn't happen

yet, it did.

promises broken. broken promises.

you broke me.

allowed me to catch feelings & i let it happen

so maybe I HATE ME ...

your loss. my loss.

we both lost.

but i have no regrets.

do you?

Never Let Him Go

he disappears late at night.

but in 6 hours or less he back to pleasing me

finding his way home every morning to

wake me up with his melodic voice

"i've missed you"

all the time he's there for me.

and the days he has to work are the worst for me.

when he's gone, i feel like something inside is missing.

but he's always ready & waiting by the time i get home.

waiting to make love to my heart

& fuck my brains out with his jedi mind tricks*

he spits metaphors, trying to answer the riddle that is me.

you cant see it but his love is tattooed all over my body.

passion marks mixed with his treble cleffs

who knew he had so much depth?

music...i'll never let him go.

-FIN-

12jan10

*jedi mind tricks - lupe fiasco

She Sits

she sits in the corner, her arms

hugging her tight, despising light

because its only at night that she can cry

cry because shes lost & doesnt know where to go

and find herself.

she goes crazy. insane

shes become deranged and enraged

she... lost... her... self,

her soul

one thats become so cold

it could steal souls, including yours

and yet you watch her crumbling, crying, dying

dying to free from captivity

fear, her captor... it holds her back

holds her strong

and its chains? unbreakable.

but you dont understand it

you deny it, while she dies from it

you couldve helped her way before

but you didnt... so shes lost not only

herself but her soul.

-FIN-

28Feb08

In The Event

in the event of my demise

stay strong and dry your eyes the shadow of death i no longer fear

never again fall from my eyes will a tear

ive come to grips with my unavoidable fate

so i pray the Lord my soul to take

there was much i wanted to accomplish while on this earth

i guess we'll never know what i was truly worth

soon enough ill be flying with white doves

so when im gone, make sure yall show yall love

as they put me in the ground,

blow yall kisses && wave yall goodbyes

'cause ill mss miss yuh in the event of my demise

-FIN-

7dec07

10 January 2010

So I'm sitting here drinking my tea && just thinking. My friend Damone (Moan) texted me and we were talking about poetry. I never knew he began writing since 6-years-old. He has poems in storage. Honestly, I was blown away. I don't know anyone personally who has written THAT many poems y'know. It also made me realize ONCE AGAIN that I am slacking on my pieces. I have tons of ideas but I either start & don't finish OR just don't start at all. I think if anything I'll post a few from last year & earlier on here. Then from there I'm gonna try to post any new piece that I actually complete. Whadayathink??

Poetry :)

Lately I've been on my poetry ish. I've been enjoying watching youtube videos of poets from Brave New Voices, HBO's Def Poetry Jam, Write Side Poets, and other venues. I'm in love with certain poets' words and their minds, which I think is most important and most beautiful in a person. The way these poets lace simple words with metaphors that create images in my mind...I'm just in awe at times. So I'm gonna post pics of some of them that have inspired me to continue writing when I couldn't go on and get free<3

Shihan - "This Type Love"

Jasmine Mans - "His Daughter"

Gemineye - "Poetic Bloodline"

Brook Yung - "Change"

Alexis Marie - "Corner Boys"

Ehh

So I know I said I only wanna share my poems on here, but I cant help myself. I will continue to blog the way I was doing it in the first place. Such is life where I can make decisions and go back on them. *sigh* LOl

Anyway .... off to school

Adios!!! <3

Nile.

truly misunderstood

maybe hes looking for attention

but he take the wrong approach

instead he cries over the most miniscule of things

causing aggravation and frustration

i love him

all 3 feet and 7 inches of him

from his toes right up to his dome

but he doesnt know when to pause

and to stop and to collect himself

he just does what he does best

CRY

its annoying, but he is mine

although he has his faults

his personality far outshines

his smile is contagious and full of innocence

his love for family is outrageous and beautiful

his thoughtfulness is greatly appreciated

and his ability to remember

is both a blessing and a curse :)

but he is mine; my little brother

and i love him

-FIN-

Daddy.

we cant even have a full 5 minute conversation.
theres always something that comes up
where you have to "call me back" and hang up.
its always this or its that;
you never call me back though.
everytime we get off the phone
i realize that i know very little about you.
you, who provided the sperm to procreate.
you, who ive always been on time for;
yet for me, you've always been late.
you are my father.
you named me, giving me the initials of something
you've never been
D.A.D.
you weren't there when i needed you the most,
so i've learned to rely on the only one
who's been by my side the most.
Mom.
she...is my rock
and you...are my hard place.
through disagreements and disappointments
you've left an empty space in my heart.
feelings of abandonment and loneliness
arise eveytime i come to the realization
of our distance. then anger.
towards you, then myself.
how could i have let it get this far??
we speak of nothing but plans for college;
an invisible bridge that threatens to collapse
with each week passed.
and though our relationship hasn't been the best
over these past years,
i still deserve to know why your soul is
in turmoil && not at rest.
why when i call, i only get the voicemail.
it just rings and rings adn rings
until finally i get the automated lady
subliminally telling me to go fuck myself.
"your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.
347-***-**** is unavailable. At the tone, please record your message."
BEEP!!!
im tired of leaving messages.
my messages and questions are left unacknowledged.
phone calls left unanswered and unreturned.
im tired of our whole situation.
if i could build a time machine,
and go back to the times when we were genuinely close,
i would do it in a heartbeat.
correct all the mistakes
and take the roads that lead away from defeat.
but i can't.
so i live with my regrets
and my feelings towards our relationship
one day at a time.
i love you,
but i cant deal with this anymore.
im walking away, but that door will always be open.
-FIN-

For "HIM" < 3

have i been miserable? no.
i just think about u constantly.
wondering what ur doing? who ur with?
do u think of me; miss me?
we speak.
more like keypads pressed into words.
u say "howve u been?"
19 presses. 8 letters.
"i miss you"
19 presses. 8 letters deleted.
barely scratching the surface of how i truly feel.
i say instead "ive been good. just taking care of business"

-FIN-

Oh inspiration. Wherefore art thou...

*I am sporadically inspired*

Since my last post, I've had many ideas but no full, postable pieces.
Why must inspiration evade me as such??

Derrion Albert.

Last week, this young man was killed in the streets by a group of kids. He was kicked, punched, and beaten. I won't explain anything else. WARNING: The video is VERY graphic.

VIDEO DELETED!!!!

Derrion Albert.

They killed a young boy today. Derrion Albert was his name.

Sixteen years on the Earth & now he's lying in a hearse.

A college bound junior; honor roll student at Fenger High School.

Four blocks away from the school, he tried to help another kid, maybe a friend.

He was getting jumped, that's the new trend, you know.

I don't know him personally, or through an acquaintance. In fact, I don't know him at all.

But I watched the video of his mother, and then I watched the video of his ended life.

I cried tears of pain and sorrow for him, his family, and those lost souls.

You could hear people screaming for him to get. Get Up! Stand Up!

That's what Chi-town needs to do.

Stand up and take notice that sh*t like this doesn't fly.

Stand up and take the initiative to make the city a better and safer place.

They left him dying, ran down the streets, and kept fighting;

not knowing they had just taken away a life.

No arrests, "no witnesses", nobody's stepping forward.

The last time this mother saw her son was in the city morgue and nobody's stepping forward?!?

What exactly are you fighting for? Blocks and streets and colors?!?

When you're dead, what does it all matter?

They killed a young boy today. Derrion Albert was his name.

I never knew him, but I'll never forget him.

*UPDATE* Four suspects have been arrested and charged with first-degree murder as of Monday 28 September 2009. One has already confessed that he DID stomp on Derrion's head although Derrion NEVER striked him.

I Am.

After searching for inspiration for my writings...I've finally found it. In a line by Charles Hamilton from the song "Speak No Louder" he said somethng that inspired me. I've heard this song a billion times, figuratively speaking, but this morning the line struck a chord that's been sitting unmoved for some time.

I Am

I am her; an image of Him. I am "us".

I'm a product of my environment, of them.

I am never a victim.

Stronger than ever. Stronger than yesterday. I am Strength.

I'm a voice.

A body that curves like a coke bottle.

A face that displays an exact replica of the man I call Daddy.

A spirit unbroken. A soul never folding, but also conflicted.

I am a mixture of Earth, Water, and Fire; white and red blood cells.

I am a mind that never resides in a cell.

I am a woman.

I'm a Black "sistah" with the blood of enslaved ancestors running through my veins.

I am a set of eyes that pour heavy rains.

I am who I am; myself.

I...am a poet.

Writing.

Seems like lately I can't write.

Either there's no inspiration or I just can't finish whatever writing I started.

I love to write poetry. I've been doing that since I was young.

Seems like the older I get, the less I write.

I just wish my inspiration was constant.

It feels good to write.

I let everything out; all my ill feelings and emotions.

I just want to get back to writing.

Sorry.

Im sorry.

Im sorry that can't be the perfect girl for you.

Im sorry that we're on completely different paths.

Im sorry that Im not what you wanted.

And Im sorry that you didn't really give 'us' a chance.

I miss you.