مجموعة قصائد - ( Poems)

[Don.Ayman]

Choices

Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind

At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font

I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price

The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware

Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed

Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand

While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground

The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.

Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?

[Don.Ayman]

The Poem Of Like

On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate
One saw myself get closer to the sun
At that point of time there was not one ounce of hate
All I could think about was love
Then I close my eyes,
And visualize the man above
All the sudden all I could hear were the cries

Were they Angels?
Were they prophets?
As my head was in a mangle
I watered like a faucet

The people spoke
Were they there to assist?
Then I woke
And wanted to give myself a kiss
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[Don.Ayman]

This Promise Is True

you showed me the way
the way that no one else could
when you wishper my name
I new that I should
I wish you would tell me
the hurt you are going through
but even if you dont no matter
what
I'll always be here for you!
that is the promise that im makeing
to you
now and forever this promise
is true !!!
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[Don.Ayman]

I have a dream

"I have a dream", he said
as sweat came falling from his head
I listened, anxious, hanging on his every word
The people were quiet so this black rev. could be heard
"All men are created equal", I heard him say
But I doubted it on this day
For the past week, month, and year
We were forced to run, to fear
How could there be equality in the land
While hate has ruled with iron hand?
All of a sudden there was a real loud bang
And to this day no one knows from whom the bullet sang
Everything was like slow mo
When I saw the pastor go
He fell down with a biff
His body was cold and was stiff
We tried to help but it was too late
Cause he was already at the gate
In the shadows we were livin'
Until to us our rights were given
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