All I want for X-MAS is Menudo.

Christmas time, we spend it at my grandma & grandpa's house.
Everyone brings something to share: presents or a glob of hair.
Or are you trying to dare us? In addition to being Christmas-
 It is also the shoving down our mouths feast.
One of my favorite meals is menudo, it tastes so beast. 
I love it, I eat three bowls. That's right I eat three, and take 9 home.
You think I'm playing? I really wish my stomach was larger.
 But it wants to act like a punk, and I throw up.
I dunk my tortilla (flour or corn) in my menudo. 
It tastes so delicious and warm. 
I wish I had two mouths, this ain't no game.
Don't think you can eat more menudo than me either, I'll 
put yo sorry name on the wall of shame. 

P.S I really am looking forward to eating some menudo this X-MAS! 

Corney stuff..but true

It's hard when trying to think of something to write about.
Nothing really comes to mind hmmmm let's see.....
I could tell you what I want to accomplish and where I want to be.
I want to be an artist, everyday I'd paint something of my choice.
Maybe even lettuce. Just for the hell of it.
After I'd get done painting that vegetation I might just chop it up
because I'm a million dollar chef making lunch.
I want to do big things, one of the reasons I took English was to improve my writing.
To be a better writer, so I could write my own book, or something like that.
I also wish to travel around the world just rescuing big cats.
Blah, blah, blah, talking no substance, I want to be on a show made for just dance.
It might sound kind of corney, it does to me as I read.
But oh well, I hope I get to do not one, but all of these things before my life is done.

Bloopy

 Hello today is a beautiful I don't know what I'm going to say please let my words be fruitful. 
Growing as i go, will try not to step on anyone's toes. As I run through the crowd. 
Wow, I cant remember the last time I got this loud. I'll stay here as he goes over seas or across 
the country. I can't say that I agree, but it's his dream and sadly, I have to let him go...  
like the wind, and write a poem ahh go in. It's really easy to write as I rhyme or rhyme as i write
however it is said I do it better than right. Back when I didn't even know the meaning of the word. All I knew was I knew I needed to get up like a bird.But is it a poem or a rap? Is it an argument or a snap? Is it a hand shake or a dap? Shit or crap? I guess it all depends on my mood and the content. If I'm telling you to lift up or get bent. I don't know I'm just a rambling now time to cut it tadd-oww.

Saginaw.

This next couple lines are going to be about where I've been at all this time. I'm talking about Saginaw, what you find in these streets is bound to drop your jaw. The gangs here are reckless it use to be safe to wear a shiny necklace. Another thing is there's no respect, where your from doesn't matter a poor mans bound to neglect without even thinking twice. Around the corner from my elementary school a kid get's shot because he thought it was cool to shoot dice. What I see everyday ain't nice, I moved to a so-so better side of town and I can see the violence is spreading like lice. Besides the gang stuff what else is out there? From my point of view every thing good is out there. Some where other than here, I recommend to anyone, because what I see is our visitors get shot, they don't care if they're only 1 :(. What else can I say about my home town? I love it but is it going to be going up or further down. I read an article, in Forbes mag. a while ago. It said Saginaw NOT Detroit is,the most dangerous place for women to get exploited. Which I can state is very true because every new girl I talk to ends up saying her sky isn't blue, not anymore. Well how could this happen? And why for? That's my theory for some teen drinkers who don't know where there going, driving with no blinkers. I don't know what else to say, I could add some more but I don't want to do Saginaw that way. Even though it is very bad, it tells me there's some good out their because where there is happy there is sad. Not necessarily in that order but I'm still learning as I get older.    

NO Title

Hello my name is Delila for you guys that don't know. A girl who's smart and strapped like a model. Rolling on, I write my own words think my own thoughts. Bring something else to the table that no body brought. No one to turn to myself I taught. Right now I'm trying to stay on the right track too because I could be selling drugs just like you. If I had no drive I'd probably of dropped out of school, said " F*** it but that's not what it DO. I have to break each sentence down, for people that can't hear my sound, and what I'm trying to say... Is hey this life I live ain't nothing a GIVE, I'm trying to do right by myself, with no blurs in my sight. They say what's up I say well IGHT, then see you another time to the bumbs I might spare a dime. If i got it here you go my hearts not a sour like some, what a LIME. I'm trying to get farther than anyone in my family, to make my mother proud some would be like DAMN when the see. I know my cousin got potential but she likes to play follow the leader, those ones you think are wise have no credentials. Another member of the fam we've been down with each other ever since crayons, has been going to the darkness but he won't listen because he thinks he's a man and it's his business. We'll I'm in the wrong too I guess you can say, I haven't dropped a letter and I should have the very first day. 

RIGHT NOW is an end to a long day. Rushing in to do this and that I'm running like a horse without the hay. But yee- haw to all of yall that are staying up on task. Halloween is over but we're all still wearing masks. Yeah it was fun as a kid with all the candy but it's serious now with the work I have to keep a pen handy. But now I'm thinking will all this be worth it. I had fun then but should have I already quit? This is the last thought of a long day, wish I would have went to church but in my bed I still layed. Time to turn back in, early day tomorrow first day to a new marking period got an absent I can borrow?

Lost

No one owes anyone anything.
Unless it's your love, then you'll give them everything.
Not me, I'm just a lost soul.
Trying to prosper, and reach my undetermined goals.
You would cry if I told you a story I know.
It would take a lifetime to tell, but you'd I show. 
Somewhere in a setting as familiar as this.
There is a lost girl, people want to talk to her they holler: Miss.
But there's no time for conversations or excuses.
No, not anymore will this one find a door.
Trapped in a closed mind.
She escapes and loses herself every time.
Oblivious on how to unwind.
Yet walks through life saving dimes.
Oh, when will they time come? 
The time for true love.
The time to take off the gloves, and go somewhere far.
There's no room in this world for this star.
So bright the constellations forbid the presence of her heart.