Ms. Anika Martinez
Ms. Anika Martinez (Feb 16,1973 / Washingtion DC)
Biography of Ms. Anika Martinez
Ms. Anika Martinez Poems
The love of the family is so sweet Very unique The love of the family holds a special bond of concern for the unknown The love of the family strengthen as the years past from birth to adulthood
Peace Of Mind...
Peace of mind is found in my everyday activities. Peace of mind is the mind I us to make my own decisions. Peace of mind is the mind of a sober mind Peace of mind is mine to have
I Hate You!
I hate you. You make me sick. The way you breathe. They way you smile at me.
I Am Not That Girl...
I am not that girl You once new I am not that girl that Ran every time life gave her troubles
I Love You To Death...
Hey baby, I was at my boys’ house last night. Sorry, I didn’t call you, I pass out on the couch. You know I love you to death!
Here I Am...
Here I am. I am woman I have always played to be. I am powerful in the words I speak. In the way I walk.
Wrapped In Chocolate
I love the way the chocolate taste when enter into my mouth. It covers my body with silkiness around my temple. This chocolate feels warm when it enters into the body.
My Special Interest...
My special interest is to see you happy. You are my special interest dedicated to be all that you image us to be. To love you as know other will love you. Teach you to express all your concerns and needs.
Do Not Blame Me...
Do not blame me For your failure Do not blame me For your desires
Fear reminds me of what I left behind me. I look back I am surprise of the destruction I left behind I keep stepping and watching every step I step in front of me
Dream Of Fears...
Tears from fears to desire to despair Tears of fears from progressive to chronic Tears to fear of the future from the past Tears became fears of the unknown of being something from nothing
I feel defined by the words you us I feel nervous by the way you move Is it real? Or is it my imagination that drives me to feeling the way I do?
Let Me Breath...
Let me breath Take the mask off I can breath on my own Take the mask off
Have you ever said, “Why are they helping me? ” Am I a skeptic? “What do they want from me? ” Am I skeptic?
Lost on a dark and rainy road. Trying to feel my way through the rain and fog.
Lost in the dark.
Lonely there's no one insight.
Frighten of the wolves that hear howlling, in the distance fog.
I just want to go home.