Biography of Ahtivah Lawton
O yeah im from Brooklyn..born and raised on the playground my gandmother said in most of my days..chilling out back relaxin all cool jumping sum double dutch outside the skool..wen a couple of a gurls they was up to no good..starting to have babies in the neighborhood..i kissed one little boy and my mom got scared and she said ur moving with ur grandmother in the heart of BROOKLYN! ! ! ...lol
Ahtivah Lawton Poems
Mother, can you hear me? Mother, screaming out in agony Mother, I just want you to come home and scream out to me
A Boys Story
(Just inspired by experiences of others and my surroundings) They see on the first glance and began to ake strategies to get into that girls pants. They operate, stratergize and hallucinate their alternative ways and see what kind of girls could they get in a number count of days.
Off Of My Buddy List
Yes...finally i have deleted this thing out of my life He is deleted off my buddy list even tho i hesitated twice I even dreamt about being his wife not thinking about all of the consequences with dealing with his strife! Yes...finally i have deleted him out of my life
(this is suppose to be a Haiku, and i had many version of this but i guess this is the best!)
10-11-93 is when pity was born when unbelievers, fornicators, and thieves were born 10-11-93 is when prejudice was born when Emmit Till was sabatoged and killed of looking the wrong
The Imprisoned Noun
(wow i jus sat down here and wrote this poem...didnt even kno where this was going to lead me or what to write about..but i love it...but i need a title.....'Free'..'Not Being Free'...or 'And thats True'....help me to decide!) ..okay im going with the title 'The Imprisoned Noun'
My relapse is the brown skin...brohawk,6 feet bogus guy, who really isnt my type - and i dont love but I want and like him - why? ? ? HE IS MY RELAPSE..needing the satisfaction and the calming relaxation of my nerves, because if I dont get my drug I become an unwanty junky...beginning to beg for change and for food since im hungry...putting myself in the industry of prostitution that i risk getting raped....getting serious migrane headaches and developing the shakes.
Just Starting To Write Words Randomly
Is Anybody Worth That?
Are you worth the pain, agony, sweat and tears worth of unhappiness, pain and fears. Is Anybody Worth That? Are you worth opening yourself up like a trash can, letting all types of garbage come in - metal and plastic..things that takes away your value from within?
Hip Hops Obituary
i wrote this poem with one of my good friends...Christopher Montalvo..and we jus fed off of each others words...and this is what we produced Lyrical integrity, Racial diversity,
Gain Back My Self Trust
(people who know me...this is just something that naturally came out when i started to write...not a true story..jus haad to let yall know) His ingorance caught my attention on the primary glance even thought his attitude was so uncharming. His annoying ways pushed my back up against the wall leaving me to have all my innocent ways fall.
Uninspired Undesired Achieved High Educa...
Thinking about the days I use to dream Only able to afford quarter juices & welfare ice cream Growing up seeing brothers in gangs, children begging for change and boys tryna spit game Game...game was life... mothers giving there daughters up for a sacrifice....
10-11-93 is when pity was born
when unbelievers, fornicators, and thieves were born
10-11-93 is when prejudice was born
when Emmit Till was sabatoged and killed of looking the wrong
10-11-93 is when dreamers were born
when the astronaut went to the moon and many became believers
10-11-93 is when humans was born
when imperfection ran through dominating our body and cell forms
10-11-93 is when her little son who is 3 and she is 15 said for the first time that he had to use the potty