Poems and info by Life

Its like my cells are screamin for you

I can hear the resounding sounds off the walls from a far

The voice is a lions roar and a feather touch

I can feel it even vibrating metal bars

Its like organs are playing for u

The heart is keeping everything in beat

Lungs are pushing through the orchestra of melody my body sends out

Lookin for the one with dancing feet (Ya dig?)

My limbs sway in the wind

In pursuit of a uncommon but vital breeze

Without it, the limbs may break

Leaving nothing but withered leaves

Its like this. Obama is striving and moving for something great. He's got plans, and sees on going through with them. I am positive ppl told him "NO!" "You can't do it." "Let her do it, just stop fighting." But he didn't. He is now our on the way to becoming President. Yes he beat her out. But we all know tomorrow isn't promised, nothing is. But one day at a time he fought for a goal, and continued to fight. I tell u, he’s a BEAST.

Like Obama, I too have to fight. My voice should be heard. Me being chill and voiceless is done. Everyday I witness ppl running around in a taking spree, and only given up drama. Drama is for the thespians, let them do the Shakespeare thing with that. Lift ur hand to ya fellow Kings and Queens. Shed light on those in the dark. Share info with love.