Ti'ara D. Perry

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Ti'ara D. Perry Biography

My name is Ti'Ara Darlette Perry, born December 13,1993. I grew up in Atlanta, Ga. I attended Panola Way Elementary School coming up which is located in Stone Mountain, Ga. I began arts as far as drawing, sketch, music, dance, and even spoken word, which led me to writing poems. I started writing at 8 years old. The age of 10 I began singing. However, at first not knowing I've had a voice, I had a friend I met in 4th grade who could sing so beautifully, whom also taught me how to hold a note. After I hit the age of 15 I knew I had potential for the music industry whether I had a manager, or just someone who'd stand by me through it all and even support the fact that I would love to be heard also known everywhere.16 years old, I decided I was ready to be intimate though I thought at an early age how amazing it could be. I set myself up for disappointment after getting with a boy that led our relationship to become domestic. Right then,8 months later I had one handsome little soldier whom name is Tyrique L. Perry, born premature but strong. Now, knowing my life isn't my own anymore I give everything and do all I can as a single mother. Poetry is one thing that gets my mind in motion and ready for lead. Despite the set back on my future dreams, I had it tough true enough but I made it work! however and what ever way possible. I've been taken advantage of, jumped, discriminated against, and for me to have been so young with child, I stood up for myself because to walk in my shoes you would have to have a great strength of a backbone to have as much courage and dignity as I do, as well as bravery, ambition, devotion, and motives. Enough of that and for my outer limitations seeking to know more about me please feel free and don't be afraid of emailing, messaging me about anything because that's my purpose of becoming inspirational.)

The Best Poem Of Ti'ara D. Perry

Gang Violence

They say once your in, there’s no way out
Unless you’re wounded in a bed, or six feet under ground
You step out into the streets
Getting shot, without a witness to see
Just lying there all blooded up
With blackened pupils, and still breath
Your homies comes across to see
To realize their member has been shot and deceased
But it’s not over, but then it may
“An eye for an eye”, Is what they say

Black on black crimes
Latino’s killing their own
Whites fighting themselves
Mexicans stunt on their own
Killing for what’s theirs
And for what they want for themselves
You step on their turf, be prepared to meet death

No one else can see him
Just your eyes alone
Only they can feel his presence
Tonight you won’t be going home
What you bragged
You weren’t afraid of
Has come to see if it’s true
Death puts his hands upon your shoulder
You don’t know what to do

As you look into his empty eyes
You remember the takings of other’s lives
Then you come to realize
That your own people weren’t there
To save your life
Who do you have to look at now?
Did they ever care once before?
Or left you at your own bound

You think hanging in gangs is cool
But if you were smart
You wouldn’t think like a fool
Gangs you believe you’re committed to
Are only playing games
And making up their own rules
You do this to yourself
Because you have no one to depend on
But the decisions you choose and chose to do leave you nowhere
But inside a whole
Now you’re gone and your family’s in pain
How do you think they feel?
knowing you left them
Playing your own game

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