I'm Ready To Face It

I am ready to face my fear

Bring it here

I am ready for it to stare me right in my face

And write it in ink therefore I can not erase

I have made up myths, lies, and fables

Bring it here

At my tear-stained table

I denied it

I tried my best to hide it

But I am ready

Covered up my frowns with dreams

But I can not understand these things that I dream until I face my fear

I begged you to lie to me

I’ve been obliviously lied to for years

And now I ask you to tell the truth

So I can arise and claim back my youth

Tell me the truth and bring it to the table

Give it to me blunt and bold

I am willing and I am able

I have matured and I am ready to take on the task

There however is one thing I shall ask

And that is to spell it out leaving nothing to question

Give me the riddle and do not leave me guessing

And Death tells me they are gone for eternity

Never to enter this world again

So when you cry at night to bring them back is not going to make you win

However, have faith that their soul rests in heaven

They are gone. They are gone. Now continue with life and let there be no guessing

© Bre’Ana S. Gates

Be Careful

Be careful who you trust
They just may not have your best interest at heart
Lies are deceitful
Deception is planned from the start
Blinded by the dark
You fail to see what is false
You become numb and all of your senses began to dissolve
Once you've seen through the thick and hazy fog
Everything becomes clear
After the one you trust
Is nowhere near
Disappeared
It hurts
Now you live in fear
It burns
It cuts so deep
That now the first thing you look for in people is deceit
Paranoia becomes a part of the day to day life
You begin to turn on the lights, when it is already bright
The effects of someone can affect your whole life
Causing for you to think twice
Be careful who you trust
Be aware of who you trust
Be careful 

The Elements of Trust
T. Thorough 

R.Realization
U. Understanding
S. Secrecy 
T. Thoughtfulness

© Bre’Ana S. Gates

Unrecognized Beauty

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Eyes of baby blue 
Sitting on a pair of thighs 
that makes her 5'5 
A body that makes the fellas tongues wet; and their lips dry 
Hair touching her waist 
And a slightly curled bang to accentuate her face 
Body built to perfection 
Everyone calls her from the models to the ballers 
But all she wants is a man to just call her.. 
Beautiful 
See all her life she's been nothing but an expensive vase 
Beautiful on the outside 
But nothing within 
Every relationship dealt with lust 
And the question she asked only involved the word "us" 
But that was to much for chuck 
So he dodged and ducked 
Her questions and proceeded to corrupt her innocence 
Her intelligence is never recognized 
Because it is overshadowed by her "Thick" thighs 
Her talent is never recognized 
Because No one can see past her exotic blue eyes 
So she sits and fears that the truth can only be discovered 
Through the tears 
That which she cries

© Bre’Ana S. Gates

Latent Learning

She watches her mother button up her coat and leave for the first job of the day

Older sister headed to work

And little brother is too young to understand the word pay

She’s only nine at the time but she understands

The effects that a single parent home has without a man

Daddy sick, but not in that sense

He disappeared and didn’t leave a cent

She prays to the Lord and ask for blessings after she repents

And knows this food on the table is heaven sent

Her tears grow smaller as she grows older

And the taller she gets the more her heart grows colder

She falls into the cycle and has a child

But she was different than her friends she wasn’t running wild

He loved her and she thought she felt the same

But the cold pain in her heart told her a different thing

She pushes his love away along with his money

He started saying “Money isn’t an object”, She just laughed like it was funny

She continues to work with her nails deep in the dirt with the same old shirt that she wiped her tears of yesterday with, along  WITH the pain AND the hurt

And with both of their income she can fulfill that Christmas list plus some

But she can do it on her own

She doesn’t need a man ,  for this

Thanks to latency, Momma helped her to understand

How to survive in the world without a man

© Bre’Ana S. Gates

The Final Plateau

Reached a new level, a higher a plateau

Confused from here, but I know where to go

There is only one way to escape my lows

To escape the pain and negotiate my woes

Let the truth be told

All I need to do is pray

Thank the lord for waking me up to see another day

And thank the lord for making a way

But sometimes I shake my head in dismay

Saying why me? Why must I be lead astray

Why must I be the one to sit on the sun and feel the heat

Watching the world as it crumbles beneath my feet

Why must my senses work with the stench that the earth seeps

Through the cracks of the clubs, bars and pubs

Why must I be the one to feel the wrath

When I try to run to and reach what is almost in my grasp

I knew this feeling was not going to last, once I reached this plateau

This new level of happiness lasted for a second

I guess that’s what I get for second guessing.. myself that is

But from on in the words of that one rapper who seems to have it all “ima handle my biz”

Maybe then I can reach the plateau of wiz or the caliber of jay z

By the sounds of this you may think im crazy

But im sorry, im far from lazy

And I refuse to be last

I refuse to suffer from famine of the mind

Quality education

I will take, and nurture as if it was all mines

And I will surpass, and outlast those who doubt

And once I reached  the mountain top

I will feel complete

knowing that I am everything, except for weak

© Bre’Ana S. Gates

Obscure

I can not seem to escape these four walls

It’s like I am trapped

As bad as I want to shelter myself from the world

I long to see the faces and personalities that it possess

I would rather be out with friends than lay in bed and rest

I can rest when the time comes

My eyes shine like stars in the midnight sky

My heart beats louder than the drums played by my African ancestors

My palms sweat more than the fat man in the Sauna

My mouth dryer than the Sahara

My tears run father than the Nile

If I can not escape, then I would rather go back to being a child

Where I could be anything and let my imagination run wild.

Where freestyles were free

And gay was a term for happy

But I can not even be what the world wants me to be

Because I am blinded by depression to the point where I can no longer see

© Bre’Ana S. Gates

Wonder Woman

Holding the weight of the world on her shoulders

To stare in the eyes of danger which is colder

Than the North Pole

That’s what many are told

But only she can conjure up enough energy

Bold.

She is

To take everyone’s problems

And have everyone’s back

And never see her break a sweat

Never has she cracked

It’s hard to adhere to others

When deep inside you are slowly being smothered

Scared of being discovered

For her true weakness.

She takes her pen and paper to proceed

To escape reality

When writing it feels like she is defying the laws of gravity

Scientifically speaking she is no Einstein but

She has the ability to know what is on someone’s mind

But she can not explain her own

Her powers have over grown.

People are her weakness,her kryptonite that allows her facial features to absorb the tears

in which her eyes produce

that will eventually take years away from her youth.

However, she can not allow that to be shown.

So she displays her feelings through poetry to make this weakness known.

© Bre’Ana S. Gates