Stepping Up

Stepping Up

I

stepping up to the plate

is the most exciting thing ever

you never know what will happen

you could get a hit

get on base

help the team

or you could get out

II

a team doesn’t take just one person

to keep moving

it takes all of the players

to move the team on

like Mookie Betts

if he hits well

his team does well

if he strikes out

the team struggles

may even lose the game

III

I want to be known

for the positives in my life

as someone who is smart

and has good things in my life

like hitting the walk-off home run

Instead of the negatives

being known as a liar, a sneak, a fake

striking out with the bases loaded

I’m going to the playoffs

using all I’ve learned for this moment

bringing my team the treasure, most dear

Baseball Haiku

Big game

teams feel the tension

fans waiting

Home run

one for the home team

father gives ball to son

Strike three

game is all over

players get to rest

Storms

Storms

News said it would be clear

But only storms come my way

Trying to speak

But I can’t find the words to say

I can’t move much

So I guess this is where I’ll stay

How can I go out like this

It’s such a stormy day

You left me heartbroken

And I turned into the storm

Why did you leave?

I need someone to keep me warm

Losing my breath

The storm takes me away

I finally release my pain

And like the news said

Today would be clear

My Walk

My Walk

Everyone says they like the way I talk

But no one seems to notice the way I walk.

I don’t walk too straight to show my pride

But I don’t slouch over to show sadness is on my mind.

I walk with an attitude that has a secret touch

Then I whip my hair a little but not too much.

I walk slow enough for everyone to know I’m there

But then speed up so they don’t stare.

I walk with color showing in my shoes

And flashy colors in my shirt matching my Jimmy Choos.

Yes I also like the way I talk

But I love the way I walk.

My Hope

My Hope

The end of the night I hope to see the next day

The end of every month I hope to see the next month

The end of every year I hope to see the ball drop

The end of fire I miss the heat

The end of every storm I see the rainbow

The end of every story I wish to read it again

The end of every movie I wish it wasn’t over

The end of every life I hope they had a good one

The end of every room I hope some one is there

Opening Up

Opening Up

opening up to people

it’s not the easy thing to do

you just want to keep those doors closed

you’re scared to let people in

you just want to cry in a corner

you’re not sure if you will scare people away

those doors you keep locked and chained

looked scary with the dark colors surrounding them

you want to let people in

but you have that demon

you know that if you open those doors

pain will come shooting back at you

memories will surround you

some hurting and burning you

you feel the flame on your skin

burning off your flesh

you want the red, blue, purple flames to stop

but they don’t stop and keep burning

you try to close the door

but the demon is out

it’s out and free to scare

you know that he’ll come at night

during the day you hope and pray

but when you lay your head down

and close your eyes he’s there

screaming, laughing, and smiling at you

you cry and cry for someone

but no one comes

you wrap your body around a blanket

you sing the song that

your grandmother sang to you

Rock a by my baby

Don’t you cry

Mama’s gonna buy

You a mockingbird

If that mockingbird

Doesn’t mock then

Moma’s gonna buy

You a diamond ring

If that diamond ring don’t shine...