Pot of Gold• Show poetry

The way i figure it... I'm that *Pot of Gold* at the end of the *rainbow* that everyone is lookin for.  I'm the ultimate girl  I'm what you look forward to finding  but the harder you try to get to me, the farther i seem to get from you.  Hopefully, someone will be abled to get a hold of me some day... Good Luck!

ANYWAYS,  enough with that cocky, full-of-myself BS.  On the real though, im not a concieted person. and i may not be a genius, but im NOBODYS fool.
Im just out here tryin to sort my life out.
Poetry can do a lot, and can say a lot... so let mine talk. \HOLLA\


*I Cry*
Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why
-\Tupac Shakur\

*The Rose That Grew From Concrete*
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
-\Tupac Shakur\