The Beat

Why can’t we sit together

And talk this out

Why do we have to scream and shout

There’s so much need to be

Done in this world

Instead we take time out for

Blood-baths and quarrels

People, how are we going to fix

The problems in the streets

When we have problems

Where we eat and sleep

All this verbal and physical abuse

Trying to straighten out the community

What’s the use

When you’re battering each other

Behind the walls

This is why society is filled

With corruption and frustration

If we come together as one

There would be peace between me and you.

~shariee

Broken Arrow

Who wrote the definition of love

Maybe I misread a line because love

Hasn’t been good to me

Cupid doesn’t heal the wounds his arrows poked in me

Lord, I’ve been patient and kind but haven’t

Been happy with this love of mine

I’ve allowed my broken heart to be broke again.

Where’s my lover, where’s my friend

Author of love show me real love

So I would know what it means when

An image of You comes to me with a ring

I read up on love but my soul doesn’t understand

Maybe love’s not here but on some foreign land.

~shariee

Captive

The walls are cold and still
They won’t shake loose
They are hard and ridged
Through the holes, the eyes
Stare at me while
I sit here lonely and hurt
Crying my eyes out until I can’t see
The horrors of the walls
They don’t speak to me but
They speak to others.
They just stare at me and
I wonder why
I just want them to let go
So I close my eyes and pray.
Lord please set me free from
These walls that bring me pain.
~shariee

Lover

Distant lives but never hearts
Aesthetic inner being, implanted from the start
Gives you and me life to breathe
In the air of opportunity, we don’t comprehend
But needless to know you’ll always
Be my friend, fighting for what is good
With goodness stored in you
That’s why I love you the way that I do
All that I’ve been through
You’ve helped me through;
That’s why I can’t stop loving you. ~Shariee

Pimped Out of Dreams

Come here girl, what ya say you want
To be a doctor having surgery on me
Look at me girl, what’s that I hear
That you want to be a supermodel
Wearing nice gear
I told you to stop daydreaming
Of being a psychiatrist while I’m screaming
What ya say, you’re going to be a lawyer anyway
Don’t leave daddy to become an actress
You can act making my money in a dress
You see baby, I care less that you
Want to become a songstress
Don’t back talk me, I’m your career
I’ll give you all the dreams with fear
Don’t make me pimp smack ya, backtrack
Ya alley catches ya slipping
I don’t know why you’re tripping
You wanted to be a superstar
Make the money and I’ll be your tax collector.~shariee