Some Poems by Keshia!
November 13, 2009
A Tale of the Two Angels
We have two angels that we have already lost
And they were unbought and unbossed
To us, they’re our stars, the sun, and the moon
And now suddenly realized they were both gone too soon
Through it all, they may the same based on differences
Yet still, they were always will be remembrance of our influences
They are now in God’s glorious renaissance
Where they’ll always maintain their own innocence
Aaliyah is like Esther, being crown jeweled as Queen
And Michael is like Josiah, crowned jeweled as King
He has the mind of a Virgo from the moment he was born
And she has the mind of own by having that as a Capricorn
Her legacy has prevailed what would be the resolution
And he wanted to find a way to bring love to the ball of confusion
For all eternity, she will always be the world’s greatest girl
And he has left all us an accomplishment to heal the world
Their names changes the world to make it better
And they already enclosed a kiss to our four page letter
They danced so smooth like doves
That has nothing to offer but love
As they spread their out up above
Their legacy of love fitted tight like a glove
We have two angels that we have already lost
And they were unsought and unbossed
To us, they’re our stars, the sun, and the moon
And now suddenly realized they were both gone too soon
In Loving Memory
Aaliyah Dana Haughton Michael Joseph Jackson
Aaliyah: Most Exalted Michal: Most Like God
1979 – 2001 1958 – 2009
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If I Could Be…
Once upon a hot summer, in the small town of Clinton, there was a lovely young girl who lived in a large house. Although she had everything her heart desired, she was smart, attractive, and very curvaceous. She lived with no one but her mother and her grandmother. They always worried her about her hair , body shape, and her goals. “I just wished that both of you would just stop bringing me down like that,” Wykeshia McCallister, age 23, said to her mother and grandmother. But she locked herself up in her room. “If I could be Eve the rapper, Trina the rapper, or someone else, I wouldn’t have to worry about my style or how I look.” Then a strange thing happened. A fairy godfather appeared. It said, “I am Agent MJ. I am your fairy godfather. Beautiful ladies never have to worry about their styles or how they look. You can be Beyonce with my help.” Then Agent MJ said the magic words. “Abbra Cadabra.” There she was, Wykeshia dancing like Beyonce. “Wow! I’m Beyonce!” said Wykeshia. “I’m tired of dancing. What songs does she sing?” she asked. “She has a lot of love for all song, but everyone always lusting for her,” said Agent MJ. “Oh, no! I think I would rather be someone else,” Wykeshia said.
Agent MJ thought hard. “Maybe you could be Rihanna,” he said. “She’s very wise and she doesn’t worry about how she looks. Abbra Cadabra.” Suddenly there was another Rihanna singing “Umbrella”. “Of course, she dressed too sexy in my Military outfits,” says Agent MJ. “You’d better go shopping.” “I don’t even like her but I do like those outfits,” says Wykeshia. “If I could be Trina, I’d be happy then.” Agent MJ said, “ Abbra Cadabra.” And Wykeshia was turned into a seductive rapstress chick named Trina. “I love Trina,” said Wykeshia. “I’d would love to wear some blings to be the Diamond Princess of the South, without worrying about my looks.” “Mm-hmm, but she raps so nasty though,” said Agent MJ. “You could try being Lil’ Kim,” he said. “She will be very impressive. Abbra Cadabra.”
Wykeshia said, “What do you know! I’m Queen B, but what she do for a living?” “Mmm, she raps, she was on probation, and she dances a lot,” said Agent MJ. “But she dressed so nasty and showing too much of her nakedness,” Wykeshia complained. “This is getting harder as I thought,” thought Agent MJ. “Ooh, I know! I’ll turn you into Ciara. She never worry about how she looks. That’ll be perfect for you.” Another “ Abbra Cadabra” turned Lil’ Kim into Ciara. But that was missing one point. “Oops! I forgot that she got vibes like Aaliyah,” said Agent MJ. “You know what? I deliberately hate Ciara! She tries so hard to fit inside of Aaliyah’s shoes,” said Wykeshia. “Matter fact, I want to go home and be a young girl again.” Agent MJ said, “Sure, but are you worried about how you look?” “No, I am not,” said Wykeshia . One more “Abbra Cadabra” and Wykeshia was a young girl in Clinton, Louisiana once again. As Wykeshia beautified herself, she said, “ Thanks, Agent MJ. I’m fine for how I look. I’m happy being me, myself and I best of all.” “Uh-oh,” said Agent MJ. “Have to go now. Another child got a wish needed to be granted. Always remember, Wykeshia, that’s best to believe in yourself and know that you are beautiful.” Agent MJ faded away. When mama and grandma came into her room, Wykeshia was standing in the sunlight by her window. “It feels so much better being a pretty young thang again,” said Wykeshia. Agent MJ soared on his wings in heaven, blows a kiss at her, and flew away to glory.
The End
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Spirituality
I need a place to live,
I know a place I can home,
I wonder if there is any pain,
Sorrow or if people do wrong.
I don't know if I can make it down here,
But I really know my time is near.
I walk around thy feet on the ground,
Not wanting to hear, the gun sounds.
I know there is a place that I may be able to go,
Where love and honestly is what people show.
I know there is a better place for me
Where friendship is the only thing I see.
I have always had problems, since birth.
That's why I would rather be in Heaven
Than here on Earth.
Written By: James "J.T." Spears III CHS Class of 2005 R.I.P.
Dedicated to Michael Jackson R.I.P
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The Blooming Easter Lily
For eight long months, God showered down sunlight and water to this particular spot in this large, lovely garden. On August 29, 1958, up spouted this delicate Easter lily among the flowers in the garden. The lily, which the flowers called Michael, looked about and saw that all the flowers were large, full of petals, and sweet-smelling fragrances.
Then one day the little lily cried and asked God, how come it was so tiny and had little leaves. God answered the lily by letting it know that the flowers started as little flowers as well as the stem and leaves represented each individual’s accomplishments, goals, and ambitions. God also let the lily know that all flowers represent their purity, age, wisdom, and beauty.
Upon what God told the Easter lily all these things, it became very determined. The lily became determined to be the tallest. The sweet perfumes of incense filled the flower in the garden. The lily spoke with the flowers about their goals, accomplishments, and ambitions. The lily fulfills its destiny fifty years, and God has chosen the lily out of the garden, planted it in His heavenly garden, and purify it.
On June 25, 2009, the Easter Lily met its goal and became the flower it always meant to be forever and ever.
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To Michael Jackson
Dedicated is what you are
You do your best to be,
You are the eyes and ears of entertaining
And you are appreciated –truly
From 24/7 you work hard
To provide such love and care
Singing, dancing, giving, loving
Seems like a burden to bear.
Not everyone can do your job
It takes a special one,
You have been chosen
And today we say to you
Job Well Done!!!!
Not just this one day
But everyday of the year,
We say thank you for you truly are
Our Eyes and Ears!!!!
From Wykeshia “Queen Keshia” McCallisrer
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Thanks Keshia!
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