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Miss Hoodie Gangster

Miss hoodie gangsterMiss Hoodie Gangster © 2014 Helen Ingram

 

Miss Hoodie Gangster,

Struts around town with a grimace on her face,

Braided deadlocks sweeping down one side,

Carrying her boombox on her shoulder letting out some basse,

Her attitude raises eyebrows as she takes another glide.

Miss Hoodie Gangster,

People look upon her like she’s a messy disgrace,

Her look’s criticized as she always has obeyed,

Her time spent perfecting her lyrical saving grace,

People’s perception misapplied.

Miss Hoodie Gangster,

Decides on her moral code and applies,

Never judges or see’s divide,

The wondering chaos around her put aside,

She holds her head up high with pride.

Miss Hoodie Gangster,

She beats to her own mystery thrill ride,

Despite feeling restricted tied to a chair as she is bullied,

Working hard taking opportunities in her stride,

Nature’s cruel ways can knock her against this huge tall tide.

Miss Hoodie Gangster,

No matter what you say, her spirit never died,

Cold alone her heart beating a silent hidden sadness,

She laid in pain on that very night and cried,

Her state of mind, can’t take anymore she flips and goes into madness.

Miss Hoodie Gangster,

Now you will only see her badness,

Her echoing good surrendered and,

Traveled  into her misty foggy memory.

Round Two

 

This poem is part of my upcoming poetry book ‘My World’

Text copyright © 2014 Helen Ingram

‘Round Two’ By Helen Ingram


 

Torn shattered twisted vines,
Tortured ruptured from hands of times,
Innocent heavenly pure,
Fades to a darken dirty black,
Virgin, broken my Gods word,
Broken into, a million pieces.


 

Pureness put on a lease,
Crash battered like the falling walls of a mine,
Heart stabbed by evil knights sword,
Skin feels like a disgusting dirty grime,
Dignity shredded like a killing yak,
Hoping one day I’ll find a cure.


 

Nude ripped to be my inner core,
Wishing this pain will cease,
Sniff; take another dose of crack,
It is a lie or am I just going blind,
Echo cries unheard just surrender to a shrine,
My body crashes with a thud.


 

If people only knew what occurred,
Thy rather be dead and poor,
Opinions confine to combine to once again align,
The darken stripped increases,
As thy tries to make sense of my war written lines,
Gasp, can’t breathe having a panic attack.


 

Another round of scrap and smack,
People think what you say is absurd,
Kind innocent star lingers no more shine,
Leaves soul weary and insure,
Love code is ignored like political policies,
Feeling rubbish and undermined.


 

Should have seen the signs,
Tie myself in torn aged shackles,
Need to find a sanctuary, scream for release,
Everything repeats as it keeps recurring,
Mind fragmented everything is obscure,
Is this what my life was assigned?


 

Aligns for another undeserved wrack,
Whines as people try to reword,
Sure one day it will decrease.

‘Global’ A Poem By Helen Ingram

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‘Global’ By Helen Ingram

Eviction of global nature,
Rotten to it’s core,
Floating, sweeping hands gliding through the grass,
Whilst running free smelling of nature’s national pride,
Shine it use to until humans became to overloaded with tonics,
That they needed somewhere to dispose,
This the land that becomes a wasteful depth of sorrow,
Where do animals go to find shelter from the cold?
Climate changing as the chemical balance comes under strike,
The attack of car emissions causes a fight,
Nature under an extreme struggle,
No oxygen to breathe not even enough to make a puddle,
Looking at nature’s friendly foes,
Scared as they tip toe along the ground that has bestowed,
Their graceful land,
Beauty nature naturals growth,
Weeps with rain as it fails to soak under this dreadful plea,
With the vast deep blue sea and clogged heavens above,
This natural killing virus has gone viral.