Biography of Shaneka Taylor
My name is Shaneka Taylor I am 15 years old. I reside in New Orleans, Louisiana. I attend Joseph S. Clark High School and I am in the tenth grade. I have a GPA of a 3.4. I have 7 siblings. My mother is Mrs. Earnestine Moses. She is a bartender. My father is Mr. Reginald Moses. He is a dj, a dancer, and a manager. I am a proud writer. Thats all you need to know. Thanx.
Shaneka Taylor Poems
Who Will Cry For The Little Girl?
Who will cry for the little girl the little girl that sleeps Who will cry for the little girl the little girl that weeps
I Love My Man
The agony of not being with him The pain of not feeling his touch But just to hear his voice when he calls is something to me His love I can feel in my heart
Slowly drifting in the middle of the ocean blue My mind thinking constantly of visions of you. Dreams so vivid it seems you're really here. In my heart your presence is always there.
He is something special to me and I will love him 4 eva! ! He gets all my attention I can't get enough of his addiction
There's a burn here And a burn there Burn on Burn me everywhere
Look this way and that way and you will see What life has to hold and the truth about me My life is a wreck My dad hasn't sent my mom a child support check
I would love you if you do wrong I'll show you were you belong I would be there for you when you're hurt I'll always be your comfort
How Was It?
Getting things done Goin home on my way to get some Just sittin there Moving closer toouching everywhere
Exposed by light Afraid by night Drawn near Near to more and more fear
The Love Of A Mother
The love of a mother Is like no other It last longer than any love on earth There is no price to show how much its worth
The Boy I Once Had
The boy I once had Broke my heart and made me mad He was so fine He was alll mine
1 True Boy
There's this one true boy at school He is so fine and so cool He is the guy of my dreams Alot of people like him it seems
My hope for tommorrow is filled with sorrow Getting fused at day after day. Sometimes I wish it was the old time way. Parents giving you the blues.
My hope for tommorrow is filled with sorrow
Getting fused at day after day.
Sometimes I wish it was the old time way.
Parents giving you the blues.
Drama or happiness which one will you chose.
School days to long.
Say Goodbye is my favorite song.
My hope for tommorrow is filled with pain.