Sade+Skelton



"Poetry is the doorway to the soul." - Floria

walking through the sand each grain sticking to my skin the sun beating down giving me a darker shell little drops of water showering my body the air is combined with the heat as i walk through this hour glass enjoying each breath i take swallowing my fear i can hear my mother cheering me on as i took my first step into the ocean i felt like i was going to see the other world swim with the fish party with the sharks this was my time to prove to the world that i can do anything i want even though im a girl

Revised- walking through the sand each grain sticking to my skin the sun beating down giving me a darker shell little drops of water showering my body the air is combined with the heat walking through this hour glass enjoying each breath carefully inhaled swallowing my fear hearing my mother cheer me on taking my first step into the ocean feeling like i was going to see the other world swim with the fish party with the sharks this was my time to prove to the world that anything can be done, especially when your.... a girl

2nd poem

agitation, angst, avoid dismay, misgiving, jitters doubt, foreboding, horror panic, trembling, unease nervousness, terror, awe intimidation, fright, qualm it can be described in with many words it can be substituted in many ways but it all comes down to FEAR.

Riff Poem

it's hard being a person" meeting standards being observed it's hard being a human many things can go wrong it's hard being African-American you'll never get the respect you deserve it was hard being teenager your freedom of speech is no longer free it was hard being a girl boys were off limits til your 40 it's hard being me no one will never understand what I go through

Ode To Grandmas Cooking

Soul food makes every sunday better staying up on saturday night cooking and cleaning preparing for the big day aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters short hellos and long good-byes always have the young girls help cook you never asked if she needed any help just jump on in and grab an apron they way to a man's heart is through his stomach what an old cliché always said, always thought about, & somewhat true