I go by the name of Yari. My mother gave me that name and even though it doesn't say it on my birth certificate I tell everyone that is my name. It is my 'nick name'. I love to just listen to music with the very few people I love. I was born and raised in the 'hood'. I know a lot of big words but rarely use them. A word should only be used when the situation calls for it. I have three brothers and one older sister. I love them so very much and often think about them. My younger brother Tito and I often sit around listening to music and writting whatever is on our minds. He and I love poetry. My sister is very talented but doesn't always apply herself when it comes to writting. She only writes when she is depressed. She would rather listen to what other people have to say. Still I try to encourage her to write.
Theres a smile on her face,
because she hides it everyday,
no one ever would've thought,
she had a story to say,
...
She sits in the dark,
Face covered in tears,
Heart shattered and spit on,
Forget her old fears,
...
When I get up in the morning,
I put on a mask,
One in which I can do the task,
No one seems to know the real me,
...
You cross your arms,
and lean on my wall,
I keep my distance,
and try not to fall,
...
You hold me in your arms,
as I pretend to believe a lie,
you say i'm the only one,
all I can do is sigh,
...