It's Me
THIS IS, THIS IS
Like I said, da girl Mick formally known as Marcia.
I'm a 15 yr. old scorpio, of course going on 16. I'm mixed with Black and Italian, and I'm a honorary Rican.
I like to chill, but besides that I write, play ball, listen to music and draw.
Some say I'm ignorant and have a smart mouth, but I say I'm just speakin' what's already known.
I Got Skills
To all parties concerned,
Together I thought we were perfect
Everything about you the girl worshiped
Really had no intentions to leave
And thanked God, you, he gave me
‘Cuz you put a smile on this face
Though you could throw flames through this place
Causing excruciating pain, deep misery
Now, to verbalize your name is blaspheme
Feed’n me a web of lies, wast’n my time, mak’n’ tears fill these eyes
All due to your stupidity…mental vacancy
I feel sorry ‘cuz I can’t trust you
Empty any time I try to leave
Yet my love for you causes the heart to bleed
Afraid to stay ‘cuz I can no longer handle all the chaos…the malaise
Yet everyday when I lay I ask The Man…you know the one above, to wake me up
To your gentle touch and soft kiss
‘Cuz without…my input…you’d truly miss
I am his gift…to you…see you need me too
So what’s the world to do…
But stay true…
TO MICK FOO!
Sincerely yours
P.S. If you didn’t understand this you need to turn the page!
- I’m tired of your terrorism
- Your ignorance
- Your profanity
- Your interest in sexuality
- Your lack of knowledge
- Your stress
- Your outrageous threats
- Your cuts in school founding
- Your double standards and contradictions
- Your expectations of me to walk the straight and narrow when you are unjust and immoral
- Your stripping of real music and replacing it with gangster or sexual trash
- I’m tired of your betrayal
- I’m tired of the social relapse
These words have been written by one teenage girl but this letter is addressed to the world
-Marcia Oliver-
More Of My Work
Baggy clothes, fitted cap pulled over the eyes and unlaced timz, use to be my identity
Next to basketball and drawing
Normally you’d find me on a court somewhere in West or Southwest Philly with my hat cocked to the back, pencil behind ear, ball in hand and sketch book tossed beyond the line marking out of bounds
But not anymore
No, now I am asked to be more like a lady
Asked to wear my clothes tightly
Asked to be a victim to society
A victim to society?
Yes, a victim!
Before, boys liked me for who I was, unable to like me for anything else due to my baggy clothes not revealing my body
But now they are blinded
It is my shape, my figure that’s causing them to like me
No, it’s society drawing them to sexuality
Causing them to take interest in a female’s body
It’s society telling them, “It’s ok to disrespect a girl, rape her, go ahead, invade her privacy”
Man, I wish…
I wish some ‘bol would try to one night ME!
-Marcia Oliver-
More:
My twin brother from another
actually my best friend
But saw him as my twin because we shared so much in common Down to that sinister grin
Loved chilln with him
Laughn and jokin'
Straight trippin'
I miss him
Miss who he use to be
Because there was never no 3rd degree
Never no questions although tempted to ask them
We kept on jokin' and laughn
Until he became a thug a G
Always in the streets
No longer had time to chill or talk to me his so called young buck his shortie
So I no longer had time for he, the wanna-be who dissed me
He, the one calling my name as I walk by
He, the one with the stupid look wondering why...why I didn't say hi
He, the bol he is still cool with me
But is no longer
My Twin Brother
-Marcia Oliver-