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A Picture with Pops
I use to have you in a frame
Almost like a photo
But seeing that brings sudden pain
My heart suddenly grows cold
So I chose to throw you away
Not in a sense that you're trash
But keeping you around slowly broke me down
So to focus
I hid you in the top dresser the one that holds no value
Like a childhood toy shelved and long forgotten
You stayed there collecting dust but for what reason
Because I let this image of you bring up you leaving
I forgot who you were
To let the bad overwhelm the good
Was far from me
This photo a main factor
In my struggle something I simply hated
So I believed because of you my stature received these changes
I forgot who you were
I remember now
How you pushed me to succeed like a father would
You helped me told me I could
When I strayed away from my true path
You help put me back on track
So instead of remembering the bad
I'll remember just that
I need to remember
No bars will hold you
You can freely roam
A home far from home
These memories I hold on to
You helped me grow oh so bold
Cause when days are cold and feverish
That photo I hold it rids the cold
And I know for certain you're seeing this
A woeful road won't change my tone
So instead of just hating
This image I hid gracefully
I'll hang you up again
And use you as a means of motivation
A Father Figure
A Mere Image
Just an ordinary morning
Same routine which is Boring
I get up brush my teeth and think what’s the point
I do the same thing everyday
Learn the same thing everyday
Same routine different day
I look at the picture posted upon the wall
And can’t help but feel appalled
Realising I don’t do this Cause I have to
I do it cause i feel obliged.
I look at this picture and feel as though I need to pass
Like dedicating my grades to my mom and dad
Because they help me strive each day and each night
Even when life is filled with strife
This picture of mine I keep hung in my mind
Helps rid me of this plight
In dire times
This pic of mine
Sheds light on the days
I wish to decay
You motivate me
You inspire me
You guys the entire team
Keep me going keep me living
All that displayed through a mere image.
The Picture that Speaks
I pull you out of the first drawer
And look at you
Just staring
And staring
And staring
Until I get lost
Lost in the laughter and idle chatter
Lost in an explosion of colors
Surrounding me entirely
As colorful strips like film
Wrap around me
As the colorful binds release me from my mummified state
I stand there, looking at my own 13th birthday
And I get lost
In the laughter and idle chatter
Lost in the familiar face
Lost in the new ones,
And as I stare at me and maire smiling
Waiting happily to blow out the candles
I can't help but smile
A ton of Emotions overwhelm me
And as they do I'm back in my room
In front of that dresser
With that photo in my hand
And on that photo a tear
This photo indeed spoke to me
A mere minute felt like an hour
And a mere image felt like,
Felt like a heartfelt eulogy
This image has said more than I have
In my 18 years of living
This image spoke to me
And chill I kept raising my eyebrow while spitting this heat
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Poem #1
When you look at me
When you look at me,
be sure to look twice
Although I come off as unapproachable, I am really nice
Before you think you know me be sure to know what you're getting into
Who I am is different from who you think I am
be sure you know me before you go back to your friends
I am me, you are you, we are two different people get that through -
Your head
Poem #2
Mistakes
When I was younger I cut my hair
When I was younger i thought having curly hair was unfair
A unfair curse that was could never be lifted
until I grabbed some scissors and got to snippin
By the time I was done cutting, I looked like a young boy who was ugly
I played myself and got my ass beat
Ever since then I appreciate my hair like a pet getting a treat
I will ever cut my hair again,
even when I start to think about it
My curly hair is apart of my identity.
Poem #3
Does it really matter what others think of me?
I have grown up to learn that it doesn't matter what those think of you
Whether you got it good or struggling to make it through
Another day, have it your way, or the highway
I have to tell myself it doesn't matter what others think
It matters what I say
I am the one looking in the mirror everyday and see the reflection
all that matter is i'm happy with myself, including my imperfections
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What do others think of me
When they look at the first born
The figure for leading the others
A son in which has a soft but impenetrable heart
What can I do to change the image they see
Am I the oldest
The depended one
A hope in their dreams
Expectation
Or a mystery they have no time solving.
Why do I have to be blamed for things
Taking the shame and pain no one else has to
Why am I creating a life that's makes it easier for the younger siblings
Why am I separated from the rest.
Do I have a say in my actions
A say that I want to change things
A say to others thoughts
The life I was given for free
The exaggerated truth
I believe I am one in a mill
One others don’t see enough
Someone people need in their life
A pillar of support
Am I the one others see as a nuisance
Can I turn these thoughts around
Do I have the willpower to better the things I want
Is it something I want to change
What I chose to do better is moving forward.
The Definition
Family is what you comeback to
They are their always
Not for a day
Not for a week
But forever
Family ties are special things
They are woven ties through the years
It is something deep
Family isn’t always gonna be blood
But people in life who want you in theirs.
Family is the circle of life
And the circle of love
Because they always care
And they will never stop,
It's something you are able to keep
The FAM
Their on your hurt days
And the days you push them away
They still their waiting
TIll you come home happy or cold and shaking
I belong to a family
A group of great people
Pieces of me I’m afraid to lose from life
The only people I can’t use words for
Emotions come from here
Love in my family is something deep
My mind makes stories and memories
I will treasure and keep
They teach me
They create me
They worry me
This is my family
My Heart- Zakirah's Poetry Blog Part 1
You remember the Day
Do you remember the day
The day when I officially gave you way?
How you were so happy to stay
Just remember this love path is a two way
So are you ready to get out the driveway?
It was the eighth of June
When we got out at noon
When we got to the field
Is when he broke down your shield
We were laying in the grass
Just letting time pass
Can you be my girlfriend he then ask
The excitement i couldn't mask
As the days went by
He stained my heart like dye
Making me hate to say goodbye
Cause i'm scared he'll be gone in a blink of an eye
We all have our doubts
Like why did he ask ME out?
Will this just be a love drought?
Or will he teach me what love is truly about?
So i'm just thinking about the future
Hoping that it’ll come sooner
But for now i am a junior
Typing on her computer
Not gonna lie
I am not gonna stand here and lie
When her feelings began to show
We both tried to cover it
We thought we were using a blanket to hide
Hide the emotions that seeped through
Not knowing that the blanket was see through
We thought if we doubled the blanket
It would make it hard to see
We were scared of having it just out
Thinking about what would happen
Would he take it and throw it away?
Leave it and forget about it
We didn’t want to take a chance
So we tried to add another layer
Praying this could be the one
The one that would even destroy those feelings
We weren't ready to face another heartache
So we added more layers
But then
Then he walked up to us
Look at her
And snatched the blankets away
He looked at the feelings and embraced them
Embraced them like they were loved ones
Loved ones he hasn’t seen in years
He turns to her and revealed his feeling too
Answer me this
Why are you so open?
She gave this stranger her love so fast
But fortunately, she made the right choice
Not afraid of the endless possibility of failure
You didn’t let those scare you
Why?
What made him so worthy of it
Was it the way he made her laugh
Or the way he made her feel free
That feeling he created made her just throw herself at him
It just feels so pure
The drug has her dependent
Leaving her wanting more
The sound of his voice make her skip a beat
The tone vibrates from my ears to her door
As she flickers
As she gets lost in the sound
The sounds that makes her want to risk it all
So Answer me this
What will happen now?
Now that you know how you feel
Now that you understand what's really going on
What will you do?
Will you invest all your love into him?
If so, let me know.
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Two Arrows
Two arrows,two fates ,one choice 
The arrows directing me to different paths
The death of five or my love
The unreal moral dilemma is now my reality
I have to chose the train is coming
The train is headed towards the strangers
Strangers i wouldn't bat an eye to in public
Now something inside my heart tells me save them
On the left is my wife
The person i love and adore
When i propose that seemed to be our love’s hardest test
Then why does this test seem impossible to pass
The switch in front of me
The power is a overwhelming cure
The power of god at my fingertips
I can't decide
The arrows stare into my soul
Choking me forcing me to decide
Forcing me to murder i can't decide
My stomach knots up
My head dizzy
My body nauseous
I look at the stranger
I made my decision
Reveals a truth
Direction
The gift and burden of free will
One decision I'm forced to make
In any situation can influence my fate
Right or left it's just not that simple
A or B on the test
My mom or dad
Study or sleep
Happy meal or cheeseburger
Your life changes
At that moment
you make a commitment decision
We control that is verily the truth
We are responsible
We are held accountable
For whatever we chose
We must accept our outcome
There will always be regret
Sorrow and pain as a result of your decisions
But we control that
We must live with it
The gift and burden of free will
We make good
We make bad
We make decisions
We are in control of our decisions
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Would You Rather...
Question, would you rather have a million dollars or have true love
A material thing or pure love an affection from a person
For one, the choice leans to the material thing
To other,s the choice would leans towards the love of another
Each choice pointing in different outcomes
Hypothetical, but any choice displays the character of the man
The heart and ambition of a person
it opens their souls and shows their true colors
What would you chose
What outcome
Whatever the outcome it will change you
It will make you
What choices will you make to change you
To make you
To Change you forever
What direction, what choice
Would you rather be able to see 10 minutes into the future
Or 10 minutes into the future of anyone else
Would you rather accidentally be responsible for the death of a child
or accidentally be responsible for the deaths of three adults?
Difficult choice
One you must ask yourself
one you must make
Q1 Poetry Project
Bread & Wine
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
And what is a Pisces? A fish.
God assigned trout to be hunted and fed to a land
Bestowing nutrients and good health
And what is a Pisces? A fish.
He made the sign selfless, full of empathy, and a water element
Not only does it feed but proceeds to hydrate the body.
And what am I? A Pisces
Love, Compassion, Friendship
If I love you now I will forever
It is the only way I can love
It is the only way I think love should be
I love them when they come
I love them when they leave
I love them when they hurt me
I love those especially who set me free
I care for the world the way I do anyone in life
World hunger breaks my heart
I feel deeply for hurting of our planet
The hungry, homeless and unloved
If I ruled the world
Not only would I clothe backs
I’d shelter communities with love
The greatest cure we are without
I pick my friends carefully,
Our souls have to connect
Because if I am your friend
My honesty is religious
And my loyalty is yours keep
Only people who are deserving, deserve me
Evolving
Life is a road trip
spring was my hell
summer my rains
and fall brought back my sanity
I’m grateful
For everything I’ve endured
Every tear I cried, Tooth i grit
Frown i hid, Smile I forced
It was worth it
Growth is so immaculate
It’s felt in your soul
As beautiful and down to earth as I was then
By far does not compare to my new ground
I’ve learned the true meaning of peace
And the importance of taking responsibility
I found my inner voice, even if she only talks to me
I’ve learned to listen when I think
And to think before I speak
To measure everything in love
To value those that love me
Delivered by self,
for once I’ve done the freeing
I have returned home
To love me, to hold me
And it feels just the way I left it
Candle lit and warm
"Evolving"
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Chain
My boxing chain does not mean I box,
It’s a symbol that I carry with me,
Everyday and every night,
The glove around my neck is not a sport,
Never have I taken it off,
Gives me confidence and motivation,
Tell myself to keep going,
Never let the weakness show,
A birthday gift from my grandpa,
Was given to me because of my family nickname,
Champ is for champion right,
Champ the nickname I was given,
My grandpa call me that because of Muhammad,
Ali the boxer also the champ,
Makes sense,
The gloves will stay on
Am to Pm
Wake up the chain is around my neck,
Go to sleep the chain is around my neck,
Eat the chain is around my neck,
Drink the chain is around my neck,
One small object gives me confidence,
One little object provides me with guidance,
Reminds me to strive until I reach the top,
Reminds me to stay grounded,
Symbol of strength and being humble,
My grandpops gift matches my qualities,
But it does not match my hobbies,
Matches who I am,
Never has is let me down,
Since 9th grade has stayed around my neck,
So the truth is,
This is more than just a chain
ALI
Why is the chain a boxing glove,
What does the chain represent,
Do you box,
What gym you go to,
Questions that are asked constantly,
Give them a simple answer,
The chain was a gift,
No time to explain it all,
Muhammad Ali is behind this chain,
The champ of boxing,
The king of boxing,
One of the greatest a legend,
My nickname is champ in my family,
That's what the chain represents,
My qualities and my path,
To be the greatest at anything I do
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My Love For Sneaks
A young GOAT at UNC
Would soon become who we all wanted to be
Bred, Royals, Top 3’s, Homage to CHI and all
My first pair AJ1’s started it all
My love for sneakers will forever last
And if you ask me why
The truth is I can't decide
Up and Downs
Me and my sneaks
It’s only been a week
And I already scruffed em
I can’t believe this
Me and my sneaks
I’m starting to make them weak
This is not a good look
I can’t believe this
Me and my sneaks
I love them unreasonably
But it’s time for em to go
I need new sneaks
I can’t believe this
Me and my sneaks
This will be a hard goodbye
Taking them out my rotation
Why this gotta happen to me?
I can’t believe this
My Addiction
I have a master an evil kind
It totally controls my body, soul, and mind
At first it was fun and joyful
But soon I became a fool
Without a chance
It took my life in just a glance
Thanks to it I am now someone I hate
I used to have a life and it was somewhat great
Now all I do is stack
And then lie in bed
I can't get rid of it
