Urban Poetry Poets: Shanique
Hey, my name is Shanique. Every one calls me Nique though. I love poetry, been writing since I was 13. Right now I'm 19 years young, and I'm a Brooklyn girl.
Poems:
We must have loved for the wrong reasons.
Fucked every season, but I like it.
Didn't mind that you savegely took a bite of my heart, chewed it up many times, only to spit it right back out.
Now it looks disfunctional; I'm feeling a bit delusional.
Maybe my sweet kisses didn't matter, maybe we're just both killing each other...
But we don't care, we're at that point where we need to feel that pain to feel sane. Both driving in the same lane, crashed way too many times to count, I cry and cry myself to sleep out loud tryna figure out what this love sick obsession is about... So many times I tried to leave, so many times he tried to stay away. Our hearts are like magnets, the force is too strong to ignore. The power of this feeling kicks pride right out the door. Interupts everyday living, as if we're allergic to healing.
This love sickness obsession won't give us a break, takes our thoughts on a journy in which we can't escape... down memory lane, your heart asks mine "Do you remember me? Your first love. But now we're enemies?"
So blinded by the movement of confusion; yet the fireworks that sets our bodies off has us indulging large gulps of lust. Craving more & more like a wild animal hunting on prey.
I pray to God that I should no longer feel this way... But he knows in order for me to overcome; I must go through...
In order for me to survive I must fight for my life.
But this fear I have living inside is eating me alive; and the same thing I want to stop feeling is the same thing that wakes me up each morning. The same feeling that has me smiling through out the day, the same feeling that makes me feel like I'm worth something and I belong to someone... Maybe I'm in love for the wrong reasons, maybe I'm not. Whatever this is, it's beyond anything average.
I'm quite content living in Hell; I sometimes get a taste of Heaven... When I'm with him.
Dear first Love, I'm not quite over you.
SIDE CHICK
SHOULD I BE THE TYPE TO ACT LIKE ONE OF THEM CHICKS THAT DON’T GIVE A FUCK THAT U GOT A GIRL THAT U CALL WIFEY, AND STILL ENTERTAIN YOU CARELESSLY? YOU CONFIDE IN ME ON THOSE LONELY NIGHTS WHEN SHORTY AIN’T ACTING RIGHT. I’M THE ONE YOU GO 2 WHEN SHIT AIN’T RIGHT BETWEEN YOU TWO. DO I ENJOY THIS ROLL I PLAY, OR AM I ENTERTAINED BY YOUR PLAYER WAYS? DOES THIS MAKE ME A HOE CAUSE I KNOW YOU ONLY HERE DIGGING 4 GOLD. MY TREASURE ISN’T WHAT U SEEK IN MY SOUL OR IN MY MIND. IT’S ACTUALLY INBETWEEN MY THIGHS… IT’S NOT A SURPRISE TO ME THAT YOU ONLY WANT ONE THING. WHY AM I THE TYPE TO JUST THROW IT AT YOU? IS IT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE ALL GUYS ARE THE SAME AND I DON’T WANT MY HEART GETTING BEAT UP AND TURNING BLACK AND BLUE? MY SMILE LIGHTS UP YOUR DAY, EVEN WHEN SHE’S THERE… I SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE SHE GET’S IN THE WAY; OF WHAT I’M FEELING. FEELING! FEELINGS LIKE THIS SHOULDN’T EXIST. ESPECIALLY IN THIS SITUATION, I’M ONLY YOUR SECOND GIRLFRIEND… OR YOUR BOO ON THE SIDE. I CAN’T DENY THAT I’M SLIGHTY GETTING CAUGHT UP, IN THIS OPPORTUNITY OF LUST. BUT I FEEL SO GUITLY ABOUT ALL THIS BULL SHIT I’M DOING; I DON’T KNOW WHO TO TURN TO… WHO CAN I TRUST? I CAN’T EVEN TRUST MYSELF AT TIMES, I’M ONE OF THOSE FUCKED UP FEMLAES THAT FEEL LIKE I HAVE 2 FEEL IMPORTANT BY STEALING YOU AWAY FROM A GIRL THAT LOVES YOU, AND YOU DON’T EVEN DESERVE IT. YOU DON’T DESERVE HER LOVE IF YOU’RE WITH ME. THE OTHER CHICK. YET, I GUESS I DO THIS, CAUSE I JUST CAN’T IMAGINE IF I WAS LIKE HER…. YOUNG, IN LOVE, AND IN NO CONTROL OF HER MAN THAT DOES WHAT HE WANTS AND STICKS HIS PENIS INTO EVERY PRETTY FEMALE THAT WALKS. I REFUSE TO BE THE THE CHICK THAT FALLS IN LOVE WITH AN IGNORANT BOY WHO COMES QUICK… AND LEAVES EVEN FASTER AFTER HE’S DONE READING THAT CHAPTER…
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