Do you think I am a villain or hero?

Violence is like a drug to me

It lives in me it is the air I breathe to achieve

        Do you think I am a villain or a hero?        

                                                 I am the one that sleeps in the daylight        

                                                 And comes out as a knight

                        I am not a hero

                                                  I am negative as they come

                                                    I like to disguise myself so it will be risky to to find me                

                                                      In the morning I blend in like a dark shadow so I can swallow                                                                                                                                    

                                                                 you up like fearful tricks                               

Violence is like a drug to me

It lives in me it is the air I breathe to achieve

heart broken like an egg yolk broken into a scream

my evil work is an insane mind control game,

 where people sin and never win

 always want out but always stays in to defend .

Violence is like a drug to me

It lives in me it is the air I breathe to achieve         

        

                                              Who am I?

                        I use a special weapon to kill with great skills that point to your face of ill 

                                            I like when people get me mad        

                                             As wild fire to see them suffer my brain gets buffer of feeding off         

                                             Your energy your attitude is so good thanks for supper

                I wonder...        

                                                               Who will save you? who cares to help you?         

                                                        I like when the hero saves the day I told the woman        

                                                         She started to scream with everything she got

                I got so insecure...        

                                       I told her a story of my past, about my mother,

                                    those were the worst  days of my life        

                                     And just like that I vanished like bird swept from the sky 

                                                                 a chill tear went down                          

                                                                       my Pale   ink skin

Violence is like a drug to me

It lives in me it is the air I breathe to achieve


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sacrifice

My precious life, my precious son
when I hold you in my hands and saw
how you cried for me, Like a flute
with no sound
or not even thinking how
you cried for me,
as I look back to remember the worst thing
in my life what happened
or could have happened,
but I stopped it
from harming you.

“I was your shield
your guidance that protected you
from that bullet.’’
and got struck right in the heart
where you live inside of me,
as I will always live inside of you
as tears run down my cheeks
and begin to chill like glacier ice cubes.
I watch you all the time
above heaven
looking at you,
and wonder all the time
if  it was a change of heart
that gave me life aside
from another happiness
or well being,

as I read your thoughts
and I was wondering
“wow my father gave up his life for me”

and you said with pain
“cause you cared about me”
and my thoughts were if I was happy
and loved you
so much

not happy dying
but happy you were my precious son,
it seemed as if I was playing
with imagination
how our thoughts connected
like connect four,
my many reasons
it happened
I won like horizontal down
the row,but as God whispered
to me
like snow snowflakes in my ears,
in a warm blanket of love
wrapped over me
as if it begins to hear him
say “everybody dies”

My ears are like a blown horn
that hears everything very well
and when the blessing was over.
God
vanished
like a change
of thought,
left me speechless but not
lonely
as I closed my eyes to get a better vision
of good things
like I saw a reporter reporting on
NY1 news talking about
how a man was giving up
his life for his own dear son
and I was like
the T.V. talking about me?
and I felt honored and even though
my life don’t live on earth no more
it still feel apart
of me
like PB and J sandwich
stuck together like glue
I can hear my story talk
about many years to come
to the next generation

A hero means
to me an ordinary person
that  doesn’t have to be
rich or successful
but success
and honor comes
to the word hero
to make somebody else
day that shines
on them
but brighter on you

Copyright 2011 Janaya Hull. All Rights Reserved