Biography of Erika Peace
I am a young and inspired individual. If writing be a drug then it would be my choice. I am currently living in chicago with my family and am the fourth child of six. I am inspired by creativity and anything that has to do with expression. I am looking for strenght, courage, stability, and encouragement in writing and in an artist.
Erika Peace Poems
Voice Of The Young (In The Voice Of Maya...
A child of color singing away Like there is no tomorrow or a next day; You sound sincere with your godly voice Impacting the young to make the right choice.
It's Not Funny!
IT'S NOT FUNNY! Times are changing and the world is flaming, from disappointment, it's so sad that we can't even see it.
In Your Love Dream
You are caught in a brawl with your enemy fearing The peace will never come;
Can You Feel Me?
Can you feel me? I’m disappearing from the world Because of what’s going on today. Little talk all action wonder if its
Would I Be Perfect?
Would i be perfect if my name was different? Would i be perfect if my parents were someone else? Would i be perfect if my race was different? Would i be perfect if i had straighter and longer hair?
There was a time way before you said hello to me. You were tall and (short) thin and beautiful. Make-up touched your skin with the stroke of a brush. You were light skinned (and)
Through the mirror i see my tears flow a thousand miles away from me. Deep inside me i feel a fear holding me back, that keeps pulling me tighter and tighter as the days go by. I can't even feel pain, happiness, or weakness because of the hold it has on me.
Keeping The Beat After Rodeo
Fast feet and trickling rain Viewing all this from my windowpane. Upbeat children constantly singing in the rain. Running wild in the streets too hard to tame.
Fading Star After Ne Me Quitte Pas
Always smiling always frowning Always ready to paint the town. Never able to keep her down. But she slowly fades away.
Not classified by the amount of love i give, but by the heart that's giving it. Love is not a four letter word you let slip off the tip of your tongue. It's felt and something you scream off the top of your lungs. I choose not to be defined by a magazine or from words of the wise genuwine ' what's in those jeans'.
Path For Darkness
Waiting for love is like waiting for water to run dry. You get your disappointments and your suprises, but how long can they last? Words unspoken is like cringing at the darkness that follows, leaving you lost and desperate to go back to the past. Heavy hearts are filled with dishonest trust;
Upon this hill I wait, wait for you to fulfill my deepest fantasy. I don't understand why i bloomed like an unblossoming flower in this life of ecstasy. Your touch smooth as a silkening lotion rubbed against mine makes it like a wave of electricity. I can't bare this wait any longer, cause as the day goes farther i began to pull away from the mystery.
I protect myself from the outside so that it would seem i'm fearless. I sometimes wonder what the world would be if there were no me. I learned how to control that bull dog inside of me wanting to go free. The darkness i have come accustomed to has gotten a hold on me.
Something New After B***ches Brew
You've open the door face full of mystery. Coming full force towards me with something that seems so new to me. Smiling with grace you began to take control. Slowly gliding across the ball room floor.
Book With A Promise
The family bible floating on the bed
Telling me things that I once had
Preaching spirits that did not belong,
Told me what I had did wrong,
And said I would be soon coming on home.
Because of the forgiveness I forgot,
To ask for and the lessons learned I didn’t pass on.
Brief mistakes like these turned my heart still.