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Hey whats up,
Names, coolchick cuz im a chick*

You can call me whatever...not literally though

My style of poetry is...
well most of the time, I like to rhyme and have fluency. I usually write what I'm feelin'... you know???, Whether it's in the catagory of dark, or humor, whatever. Like anyone, I like music, I like almost all kinds. You know the basic rock, hip hop, classical ect. The only kind I don't like is, yodeling, ( it's annoying.) And sorry to all the country fans because I hate country also. When I'm not writing, I'm a student. Dealing with highschool and all in a creative writing class which is cool.
My attitude ;I don't give a damn what people say about me, just don't try to piss me off, and your cool.
I love writing poems, and short children's stories. I like reading other poems and critiqing. Right now, I'm looking for an

AP family;

My AP mom, Ink Artist-
: Lori, she's so cool and always gives me good advice.

my AP sister, rockchick 101, she's a cool chick.
my AP twin,a coolchick.

an AP bros, Silentkutta, and Youngcutta29


More Ap friends are always cool too.
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My Ap fav's: +40 and counting

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Still I rise/ The rose that grew from Concrete are my favorite poems because they show, no matter what you go through, you can rise to the top.
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The Rose that grew from Concrete
by: Tupac Shakur

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.

Still I Rise
by: Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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oh,and really one more think...
my name is sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
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