Gina's Worth

The guys always say Gina's mad cool and ohh so nice.

So tell me something, why am I paying this lonely price.

But its o.k. its my time to shine.

Cuz this year best believe I'm gonna get mine.

If you didn't hear that song by Alicia Keys "A Woman's Worth."

It's ok cuz I'm gonna tell you about Gina's worth.

You like your light skin girls or your white girls who puts nothing in their hair but moose.

But what's wrong with my dark skin, haven't you heard the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice?

You see you guys like your model type girls with the skinny body.

But hummm your lost cuz there's a lot more cushion for the pushing in this body.

But first I'm gonna massage your body with my warm and gentle hands.

Then I'm gonna please you in ways that's gonna make you proud to be my man.

And when its all said and done

I will have you SPRUNG!!!

And I won't tell your friends what you can do with your tongue.

So don't worry I'm not like those girls that do nothing but run they mouth.

Cuz you being sprung won't be heard in the east, west, north, or south.

See I'm tired of the mind playing and the heart breaking,

I'm ready to find that guy that can give me that good love making.

So if you don't like how my mind and body is set

You can be like my team P.L.A.Y.E.R.S and STEP!

But if your that guy that like my style and can make me smile.

Later on stop by my place and stay for a while.

I CRY

Day after day I sit in my room...

Everyday is filled with gloom...

Wondering if what I did was wrong,

Well it must have been because now I'm sitting here singing these sad lonely songs.

I cry wanting to think why did I play such a joke.

I should have ended it from the moment we spoke.

I ask myself will you ever forgive me.

Then I sit and wonder will you even ever speak to me.

I know I hurt you and I'm sorry I did.

But when you told me you loved me, I forgot how to be mature and turned into a little kid.

I played a dumb game that broke both our hearts

And since then a love life I can't seem to start.

So now I sit here and start to cry.

Hoping that one day you will at least say hi.

I know your moving on with your girlfriend.

But all I want for us is to at least me good friends.

I wish I could turn back the hands of time.

But this isn't a tape so I can't press rewind.

So all I can say is I miss you I still love you and I still wish you were mine.

My Heart

My heart always gives

but never gets anything back

My heart wants to live

but is slowly getting black

My heart is gentle and kind

but everybody plays games with my heart

My heart can cater to your body and mind

but you have to be gentle and kind to it from start

You tell me your looking for love

but its so hard to find

Why can't you see I'm your angel from above

and I can give you peace of mind

But because I'm, not a size 8, 9, or 10

or because my complexion isn't light

you don't see I'm the gift God has sent

so you push me away with all your might

So I sit here and cry for you

while you pine over the light skin chick that's a size 2

And its sad cuz I know I'm right for you.

But all I can do is sit here wait and sing the blues.

My heart gave

but never got anything back

My heart worked like a slave

So now my heart has turned black

Glass Heart

They say that glass is a very delicate thing.

It must be handled with care and if not than it will be broken.

Its a very hard kind of material to put back together.

When glass fall it doesn't actually break it shatters making it quite impossible to put back together. Once glass is broken pieces arent always put together exactly the way it was found, on top of that some of that the smallest pieces that are important are never found and the piece you are trying to complete will never be complete as much as you think it is.

So if that is true why don't people take great precautions with my heart? Why do they let my glass heart shatter into a thousand pieces? Knowing deep down in their heart that there is no way that they can piece it back together no matter hard hard they try.

I try to hide and keep my glass heart away from the world but it never seems to work. They always find there way around the nooks and crannies and they shatter my heart. Letting all of my vulnerable and colorless blood seep thru my skin staining the world with my problems.Then when everybody see me they get angry because they stepped on pieces of my heart. It cuts them making them lash out on me when in reality it isn't my fault.

It isn't my fault that I was born with a glass heart. I was born into a world not knowing the pain that I was bound to endure. Not knowing that I would have to take extra care of myself and my feelings. Not like everybody else that don't have to worry about themselves that much because they weren't born with a glass heart.

But unfortunately I was but I guess I have to deal with it. Maybe I will meet someone that will treat my glass heart with the delicacy that is need. Maybe I can even stop shedding my tears and letting out the pain and hurt and pain people caused me to feel.....the ones who molded my glass heart...