Joi Till

(TF) =True friend
(FF) =fake friend
(U) = You
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she steps into the dark, empty, and quiet room
on her first day it was a place of doom
she turns on the lights the room is so bright
it turns into her haven, her safe place....her home
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Like the lost boy’s of peter pan, like the lost children of our generation. Like the lost slaves of our ancestors, like leaders of our world. Lost

The lost boys always had their home their refuge their one place that was not lost like they were but found. Some people could say it was their unity that was their home. Some people might say it was their home in the tree. A place they could count on to be there. I say they found their way through Peter Pan
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What is the meaning of life?
Is it to be successful, happy, complete the American Dream?
I think we will never know what it is
But people continue to look for it
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They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your back yard

They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded..... KATRINA
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We shouldn't necessarily be afraid of the Dark....
More the Abscence of Light

You see in darkness there can still be hope...faith
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Happy Birthday Right? Wrong!
Birthdays are suppose to be happy
Full of laughter maybe Mystery
But not mine not ever
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I am the Voice
I am the voice for those who stay quiet,
Who never look up and hide their face
I am the voice for those who have so much to say
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Imagine being free
Imagine being strong
Imagine beliving in what you are
Imagine being beautiful
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Psst. make the right choice
Dont let others be your voice
Psst. make the right choice
Scream loud and clear
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The sky cries for the lives lost

When it rains the skies opens up and let’s go all of its sadness.
It cries for the lives lost.
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How do I imagine living in a silent world?
To never hear music or laughter or even crying
To never hear my mom call me her sweetie-be or to hear her say I love you
To never hear someone say happy birthday or even just a pain old hey
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yea im different
im the silent one in the group
but also the weird one
im the loud one in the group
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I just want him to hold me
In Silence
And for it to be okay, for it to be comfortable
To rub his hands up and down my arms
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God hs given us girls so many things
gifts and curses you know what i mean
But one of the things I am thankful for the most
my mother the best thing I could ever hope
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Boom Boom Pat Pat Boom Boom Pow
the norm of the drums of everyday
but my friend the little drummer boy
goes by his own beat
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i love that feeling
that new crush feeling
the butterflies the exciment
that hold your breath feeling when he comes around
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he's just not that into to me
that would be ok
if i wasnt so into him that the memories of his kisses
are in my mind like instant replay
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Some people say i live in my own world

and their right....so what?
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i work at a camp...or what i call battle

i suit up every morning with my sneakers ready for chasin, my bandades ready to heal
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