Monday, April 26, 2004

   A daughter's letter

A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the bed.With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:

Dear Mom:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped with my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercings and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it's not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer, in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my dreams. I've learned that marihuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and ! I know how to take care of myself.Some day I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter, Judith

PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to show you that there are worst things in life than the school's report card that's in my desk's drawer...I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.




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   My newest short, ryhming, drama, fiction, poems.

It all happened so fast. I can only see the light flash. Then I just blanked out, I thought I was going to die. With all the pain that went down my spine. The hard road, felt so icy cold. Then all I heard was my mother's cries, as I lay there feeling myself die. I heard the amubulance's loud sound, as I tried to move still laying on the ground. I woke up the next day, lying on a bed. I had fractured my neck in three places, and broken one of my legs. Next time I will remember to look both ways, unlike the other day.


I'm sick of crying for a guy I really didn't know how he was like. He looked so nice and sweet, I thought he was perfect for me. But instead he was mean, not one bit sweet. He shoved me against the wall until I would start bleeding and fall. I would always hide and never tell, until taht day came and I cracked open my shell. I told everything he had ever done to me, including the things involving my pregnancy. I lost my baby because of him, because of all he abuse he ever did. I'll never forget the day they took him away, he took one glance back and went away. He must regret the first day he ever touched me, I'll remember it sadly. I'm happy now they took him away. I've been in peace ever since that day.



*Both poems/stories are fictional*



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Sunday, April 25, 2004

D12

D12 My Band




[Intro]
I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with me dude...
And they need to take it up with me after the show...
Because...

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

[Verse 1 - Eminem]
So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady"
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [repeated 9xs]

[Verse 2 - Swift]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back

[Verse 3 - Kuniva and Kon Artist]
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
([Em:] No I had an interview not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I'ma say somethin
Hey yo Em
([Em:] You got somethin to say?!)
Man no
I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

[Verse 4 - Proof]
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)
We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)

[Verse 5 - Bizarre]
***dammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loop
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who's D12, how we get started
(What about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute
50 told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne

[Eminem]
Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
and it just tears my ass apart to know that you dont know my band...
[Chorus - Bizarre]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall)
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My Band [Repeated 9x]

[Outro]
The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa singer]
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants
And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance
My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa...
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)



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   Keychain Sayings
*How to loose your girlfriend*

1. Make her pay for dinner.

2. Tell her she looks fat in a bikini.

3. Sleep with her best friend.


*How to loose your boyfriend*

1. Don't shave for a month.

2. Pretend you're pregnant.

3. Sleep with his best friend.



~I'm not a bitch, I'm THE BITCH.

~Remember my name, you'll be screaming it later.

~I'm trying to see things in your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass.

~Boys are like lava lamps, fun to look at but not so bright.

~Don't hate me because your boyfriend wants me.

~You say I'm physco as if it was a bad thing.

~Finally 21, and can do legally the things I've been doing since 15.

~Blah, Blah, Blah, all u do is talk shit!
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   New Poems!

.:True Blue:.
I stand out of the crowd, but it's ok I'm still proud. They call me names that I don't relate. I try to be who they want me to be, but then I wouldn't be me. I barely have friends that I can trust. The pretenders are just dust. They insult me, just because they don't like me. Words can hurt, they can treat others like dirt. Insulting others they think that makes them cool. That's all they come to do in school. So I turn away and ignore them in any other way. Before you go and point out something wrong in a person, look at yourself, nobody is perfect.


.:Shining Star:.
The stars shine high up in the sky with the moon nearby. They shine like gold. So beautiful and elegant. Look up there, that special one. It stands out of all the other ones. Make a wish it might come true. Just wait a day or two.


.:Garden:.
In that special garden you will find something grateful you will like. A rose with a beautiful fragrant. Or a daisy with golden pedals. Flowers blooming everywhere. Mostly in February. Pick that specail flower and give it love and care. It will last a life time that both of you will share.
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