Shalia Robinson

All that I want to be is what is need of me.
It's what I can only see in the spritual.
That something that I want to be is not temporary
It last on forever and ever in an unforgetting sea
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I want to tell you that poetry is my life
With my words I fight
Fight to live life...
Fight to control my feelings.
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Shalia LaShea Robinson is my name.
But if you look at me you will realize I am not the same.
I am very kind, determined, and lovable.
Just as a dog and it's owner bonding no matter whatever.
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Can you read me?
Can you picture what I can be?
In a book I am a character.
But I am also an actor.
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Pure elements formed into a compound
Running over blocking others sound
What should be and who is gonna be
The one that helps us see
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Born on this earth with a purpose
A purpose that has to be fulfilled
In order to meet the needs of God
It's the generation yes I mean us
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I haven't heard your voice.
Did you just make that choice?
To let it break you or make you.
Where are you?
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The mystery behind the taken advantage
It lies deep within a fresh cabbage
Not ready to be revealed to that scar that was not fully healed
Ready to expose the beast that held their mouth sealed
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Come back the real me.
And began to see.
See what there is for you.
For there is something for you to do.
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Every night and day I sleep!
Trying to avoid the deepest void down deep.
Worrying and stressing me til my vision is weak.
My sight is so blurry I can’t even see.
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Clinged…
To this relationship fling.
When I know I should think.
Instead of being labeled a thing.
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I want to become a writer, because I have a voice.
Because I have a voice, I can give someone a choice.
To believe and to have a dream, just that hope and faith to achieve.
Then once they seek, then shall they receive.
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Hand to String...
String to Hand...
Creator to Man...
Following only his demands.
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The Consumption of my Rejection


Lonely.
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I just want to breathe again
Live again
Letting go of all this fear that lies within.
Tired of being honest and wondering if your all is being given
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Dealing with the pressures of life
Even the cares of life.
Going through pain and stife
Trying to put up a fight.
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'The light' where is it?
Almost like me being in a well with no life left
Just there to sit
In the dark filthy pits
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Fog....
Pearl white mist...
The wind blows and the tree sways
Eyes open looking to find my way
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The reason for my tears is because of how I feel.
For what I feel is so real.
That it is so hard to deal.
This is why I cry.
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Rejected....
Disconnected....
Alone....
Being on my own....
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