Lady Lyrical Kay
Biography of Lady Lyrical Kay
She was born December 15th,1991. Three years later she was adopted in the Clark Family. She had a beautiful, very imaginative childhood. When she was in 5th Grade she met a girl named Shelbie. At the time, she thought poems were not cool. But when the time came for her to mature slowly into the 'real world' things began to change.
As she got older, she began to collide with problems with her life, so she began writing poetry to sooth her mind and thoughts. It actually worked. So, now today, speaking in the present, she has named her 'alibi' Lady Lyrical Kay. It comes from the first letter in her actual name, Katrise.
Lady Lyrical Kay's Works:
Lady Lyrical Kay Poems
Don'T Judge A Book By Its Cover
Don't ever judge a book by its cover, because only the good things you look for are in the index, but what you skim over, makes you feel you're too complex.
Losing Myself (Writtten 1/31/10)
Minding my business, I always stay quiet, I can't laugh too loud or I'm subject to crying. Deep inside, I wanna weep like willows, but it seems I'm dysfunctional; my tears don't absorb in my pillow.
1 I figured one day, that, that fate would come my way, 2 but hey, if it does, if it don't, it doesn't. 3 I realized, in my mind, with my soul beside, me, 4 I can feel comfortably, simplistically, in a
What was your reason why? said you loved me and lied, I hate to sit here and deny, that I love you and sigh;
I Am Me.
I am that girl Trisey. I am that 15 yr. old girl, from Inkster, born from Detroit. [est.1991] I am that dark-skinned, big lipped, pretty when she wants, ugly when she has to be... I am the black little girl that everyone in the household depends on.
Why release me from where I never wanted to be, then wipe me away, so innocently, but yet phaselessly? I am a tear, yet you wasted me. I never asked God, to make me, to be what I am; a tear. Even though I hold emotions, and show you what I can do, doesn't mean wipe me away. That's such nonsense. I represent many emotions; hatred, sorrow, joy & happiness, sadness and much more. Why make me be wasteless, when I want to set in your pores and hug you? Why let me dry up, like a shriveled prune, and let everyone [every other tear] touch the other parts of your toned & chiseled body and NOT me? If you decide why you always waste me, and wipe me away, be strong and let me stay in my hiding place. I would love to stay there and be warm. I'd rather like to see what beautiful things your encounter in life, than be wasted. My POV
Deep In Me
Deep in me, I want to become a better person, I see the reflections of perfection, my soul could be everlasting, if I ever changed. I'm not deranged, that's just my main goal.
I sit in silence, thinkin' I could be heard, I'm yellin' and screamin', but they hear NO words, I can't understand why they won't even notice me, Even when I went to touch them, they walked out, are you jokin' me?
Moment Gone By
This moment we had the other day, I wish we could rewind it somehow, someway, I love your skin pigment and how your skin feels, Just reminiscin' on how I want you- just so surreal.
Reminiscin' (With Gabi)
Gabi goin' thru her shit, I'm goin' thru mine, we runnin forward 'cuz we too far behind.
I'm so gone, like you wanted me to, shit's so dumb, you cheated on me, I cheated on you. You hit me, beat me, raped me, do all you could do, you think I'ma continue this 'ride to Hell' with you?
Why lie, when all I did was tell the truth? You must not really been satisfied, because you actin' TOO brand new.
Real Recognize Real
Real Recognize Real, please,
because of the heat,
not temperaturewise, no,
but of mankind, it is,
so irritating to see how,
black folk become sadiddy,
like it's the thing to do,