Biography of Chanelle Fields
I luv to write poems. I had so much emotions bottled up but poetry let me express all them into poems. Poems saved my life cuz I would have went crazy if i kept my emotions bottled up for so long.
Chanelle Fields's Works:
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Chanelle Fields Poems
What Am I Suppose To Do?
What am I suppose to do Am I suppose to love you, hate you You play with my emotions Make them come to the surface
I Ain'T No Fool
I ain't no fool You think I can't read or write You think I don't know what your sayin' to me But I ain't no fool
Losing Love Game
I'm losing this love game Point 1 to you And another And another
Me To Fly Away
Fly away she say Open your wings Soar into this big open world Your gonna have the world in your hands she would say
Who Am I
Who am i to say life aint worth livin Who am i to tell my sister to behave Who am i..Who am i to let people take advantage of me Why can i just be free.
Untitled But Deep
I’ll never be like you To let yourself fall into a bottomless pit
A Runaway Slave
Strength is drained from my body. Hope is no longer an option Dreams are not allowed Not here on Massa’s plantation.
My body is a mass graveyard You've killed me Mentally Emotionally
The Heart Of The Mind
The heart of the mind is deep No, deeper than deep Deeper than the earth's core Nobody knows I have one
My Lost Bleeding Heart
My heart is lost Now bleeding In jeopardy Someone help
You Ring A Bell
Every time I see your face, you ring a bell My blood begins to boil from head to toe Hatred forms In my eyes your the target
A Runaway Slave
Strength is drained from my body.
Hope is no longer an option
Dreams are not allowed
Not here on Massa’s plantation.
But I be tired, he don’t let me rest til 1 in the morning.
Then he calls me into his room at night.
His wife knows, but don’t say a thing.
She know better.
But in the fields if I be caught slacking and don’t have up to 250 pounds of cotton I be whipped 7 times.