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A PART 2 POEM ABOUT BRENDA

There are no poems sadder than this
4 there is a little girl who don’t have a single parent to kiss
She’s all alone out here stuck in the cold streets of the world
Though the parents that she never had named her BRENDA
However someone had a heart before
Someone wrote about Brenda before
How she was only 15
Not even old enough to dream
How she had a baby than didn’t know which parts to keep
So she ended up wrapping it up
Than she threw the baby in a trash heap
Very confused by now
Things may never turn around
For she has no home
She has no food
All of her family is gone
Along with her blue star
I wonder how she made it this far
Brenda may never get to witness a normal childhood
Straight out the womb to being an adult
But not only that- there is not really anyone to fault
See her mother would have been there if she could
Even her father was called home during the pregnancy
Born to such and no one ever takes her by the hand
Brenda may never understand
Soon it’ll be too late –happiness began to fade
Since now that Brenda is beginning to see her final days
From her father’s and mother’s mistake
See even Brenda would have used protection
If only someone was there
2 mold her
If only anyone was to care
Somebody would have told her
That the only way for her to see her mother is in a reflection
When she did finally find this all out –mistake after mistake-
Everything seemed way too late
Brenda’s mind state was that there was only one cure
For her little baby’s disease
And at the end of her testimony Brenda whispered
“Rest In Peace –
Solemnly consume I’ll be seeing you soon”


Dedicated to the originator of Brenda –‘Brenda’s Got Ah Baby’ Tupac Shakur

Written by: Colby Finkley





I belong with the other poets
Poetically justice takes me by the hand
Praying that one~day others would understand
Wash away your tears
I finally learned to be happy here

I’m on my one knee
Searching for a peace of mind that sets me free
Therefore this is clear off the top of my head
But you didn’t know it
For I was speaking to the other poets

The last tears shed
Prevailed that myths are exposed
Than fairy tails are uncovered
Finally in reality

I am no longer an outcast
Neither am I an outlaw
I now engaged with something
I’m not just an output to this world

4 I belong with the other poets
Written by: Colby Finkley
Respect My Craft

I demand respect 4 this craft
A lot of them doubt me so many I can not count
You do the math

Well I am about to open up full blast
I flash a smile maybe laugh as I pass
I’ll fade them all- as I continue to ball

Right out alone in my solo
Watching the rest of the world move in slow-mo

There goes Steve, Mike, and Kin
Then some more that I thought was my friend
But yet was all on that ban-wagon
Now they all back hope’n and wish’n

For all those who’d rather be against me
For no weapons are formed against me
For now I am on a mission
Where there is no competition

Adversaries crumble- when I rumble
I feel like the king of the jungle
Where the laughing hyenas and the wolf-pack
Are forced to bow down and step back

You see I have something very powerful inside of me
That possibly they don’t have
There is this vision that they can’t see

So what you are not ambitious enough
So what you are not relentless enough
So what you are not focused enough

I demand respect
4 I won’t let any thing stop me
Even 4 the illusionist
It is hard to handle this
Written by: Colby Finkley