Little Girl aka NDC

Little girl
cold, scared, and alone
hiding behind the shell of dishonesty, greed, and the demons who sit on your back like moneys sit on trees
you don't get high on life
so you search for that fix, it calms you itch and I don't know how to save you
in fact I don't think I should
your battle is not mine to fight
your army should consist of 3 beings: you, God, and your conscience

it was by chance that we became friends
two little girls,
searching within their jumbled strains of colorblinded DNA to find who they really were
see, we clung to each other
enabling us to live within the binds of our friendship
assuring ourselves that we would never let slip our secerts

I don't know this person I see standing before me
viens, full of crack-filled pain
the frame of the person I once knew doesn't exist and I'm trying to figure out of the hell this happened. see we shared a common dream
we wanted to make it up out this itty bitty hick town
just to prove we were not the curses people used to bring us down

See, we wre kindred spirits,
sisters,
amigas,
homies,
my nigga we had something greater than best friends
we were family

And I know it may seem like I'm angry
but you had the same chance I did
the devil knocked on your door and you answered it

so little girl
cold, scared, and alone
I'm making my dreams come true
the ball is in your court now
I can't help you like you want me to

All I can do is pray
pray that one day
you stop being that little girl
searching within her jumbled strain of colorblind DNA trying to find herself
I pray that you grow
grow til you can't grow anymore
but until that day, baby, I'm sorry

My New Favorite Poet

Last Friday, I was watching TV when this show called "Brave New Voices" came on. I had heard of it before I just never thought to look it up or anything. I watched as this young man from Brooklyn named B. Yung. After being amazed by him and his skills I had to look him up on youtube.



He is my new favorite poet because he, single handly, ingited the poetry fire in my heart again. He is the future.

His myspace: http://www.myspace.com/apoetnamedyung

his blog: http://brookyung.blogspot.com/

“Sick and Tired"© By Me

“Sick and Tired"©
By Tulip Cole

I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man

I’m sick, sick of always trying to find that beautiful light at the end of the tunnel not knowing how my luck will funnel down to my pockets, see my child needs me
Just because you are out in the streets, running to this corner and that corner just to make a dollar, doesn’t mean that your daughter, oops I’m sorry my daughter, has to suffer.
Some nights, I wonder how life would have been with you and I realize, nigga,
I’m better without you. You swear up and down that “baby, I’ll change, just wait” well fuck that I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of hoping and praying that you change,
knowing that when you come around you just want the change in my pocket so that you can save up for that Range you bull shit about.

I’m sick of always having to call your momma to ask where you are and she can never seem to tell me the exact location so I’m forced to be Detective Gadget in this bitch and look for you all over the nation.
She allows you to do whatever you want, just so she can flaunt to her friends at the new piece of shit you bought.

But mostly I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I’m sick and tired of hating you.
I’m sick and tired of fighting you.
I’m sick and tired of wanting you because I know I can never have you.


I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man.
But what you have to understand is I’m sick and tired of being the man. So step up and listen.

Why I Love Poetry/Happy Easter

I was going to wait and post this whenever I finished my poem but I couldn't wait. I've been a lover of poetry since probably pre-k. I remember when I was like 8. A children's poet came in and taught us alittle of her poetry. We were able to write our on little short poem. Mine said something like "The cat is black, he's sitting on a sack." When I was 9, my elementary school published books that my grade wrote. We could write anything; short stories, poems, or essays. I remember my little book had more poetry than stories in it. I wrote about my best friend at the time, my family, imaginary friends, and snowmen. In middle school, I loved poetry but my 8th grade english teacher ruined my love for a while. She, being an english teacher, was suppose to teach us poetry, but on the first day of class, she said she hated poetry so she would never read or write it. In high school, I had three teachers who truly inspired my love of poetry again but in different ways. Mrs. Faulkner inspired me to write poetry, Mrs. Whistant inspired me to read poetry, and Mrs. Hagan inspired me to hear poetry. Now that I go to Bennett College, I'm surrounded by many women who have, through reading and hearing them, inspired me to write poetry once more. To me, poetry is like a diary, you write things down that you feel at the moment and they are there forever. I will be posting some of my poetry on here.

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