Monica Lanier Poems

So let me shoot you with a simile
Like I am a bumble bee
Stinging you with my verbalistic floetry of poetry
Free falling willingly, crashing into reality
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Troubled situations
Turn into turbulent revelations
So the blues has visitations
On the worst occasions
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I am the daughter of the King
So be careful what you bring, into my territory
My father gives me all of the glory
He is the author to my story
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Some say my mental is not gentle and I'm baffled
Dissecting emotions like a scalpel
See if you can capture
This whipper snapper
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Dear Lord I Pray
Let me be a represenative for you today
Humble my spirit to be mindful of what I say
Touch my heart so I will know its okay to obey
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Fly Fly High

Accept, affirm and aspire
To reach higher
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Maybe it's something I am missing
As I listen to your preemptive premonitions
Wishing I could do it your way
But I can't, so i stray away alone
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What is the purpose of you remembering my name?
When people are still living and dying in pain
Where the scope of hope barely remains
Where greed is submersed in one being vain
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A tragedy so real, yet unforeseen
Swept through the streets of New Orleans
Desperation, confusion, and much despair
All hope has vanished in the air
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Touch my hand, and understand
I am, a human
Created by the same GOD
Who created you
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