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FC: Courtney Brown

1: *Friends* (Refrain) What is a friend? Is it someone that you can trust? Or is it someone that will never fuss? What is a friend? Is it someone that talks behaind your back? Or is it someone that wiil never call you wack? What is a friend? Is it someone that acts one way? Or someone that changes everyday? What is a friend? Is it someone that makes you do bad? Or is it someone that picks you up when your sad? What is a friend? Is it someone that makes you smile? Or someone that you can call your pile? No a friend is someone that is TRUE, and is always there for you.

2: Bestfrind (Rhythm) you were my best friend you told me how life was again and again we never faught all we did was share our thoughts i trusted you hoping that you would trust me to i could always count on you helping me when i was blue you were always there when times got rough always finding a way to get things up never putting me down always being there when no one else was around i appricatie and love everything you did for me but most of all i lover your crazy personality I had a dream that i had a friend like you. Uh, i guess my dream just came true. | Bestfriend you were my best friend you told me how life was again and again we never faught all we did was share our thoughts i trusted you hoping that you would trust me to i could always count on you helping me when i was blue you were always there when times got rough always finding a way to get things up never putting me down always being there when no one else was around i appricatie and love everything you did for me but most of all i lover your crazy personality I had a dream that i had a friend like you. Uh, i guess my dream just came true.

3: Found Poem Dreams are real, and once shared with you Something goes flashing by Sensual memories keep on falling Recalling a similar time When it wasn't with you I imagine I would back up In and out Cause dreams are real

4: A Boring place Someplace you spend half your day Wondering when you'll be on your way Haveing to do work, that isn't worth your time Sitting, anxiously waiting for that bell to chime Listening to teachers nag, and yell Thinking in your head shut up and go to hell Walking down the same halls like trained robots Everything that we do maped out in our thoughts

5: It's All About Me Life is all about me As the world could truly see Life is all about me And what a wonderful thing to be Life is all about me As the world can truly see That life is all about me Some people may tend to think differently But thats okay to me Cause once again Life is all about me

6: Deep Down Life in a big black hole Feels as though i'm taking place of a mole Sometimes it's just so confusing I dont' know if im winning or loosing The more I try, the worse it gets I can't cry or pull a fit I try and figure out what i'm doing wrong But everything I do plays back like a recored with millions of songs Maybe oneday it will all be over And not worry about peoples lies I have to cover

7: Man I don't need a man in my life I don't need a man to call me his wife I don't need a man to be there for me I don't need a man to love, cherish, in whole matromony I don't need a man to stay with me till I die All I need is me myself and I

8: Twin I loved you like you was my twin But how could you do this just to win I thought that you were my bestfriend And that our relationship would never end How could you do this to me When I thought you were the one to be See how much you hurt me, but i think you dont care You made my heart go bare See hiw much I loved you Why couldn't you love only me

9: Comparison Mary Oliver was born in 1935, in Cleveland Ohio. She went to collage at Ohio State University, but only stayed a year. After she attended Vassar Collage, a prestigious women’s collage, well known for its graduates in the arts particularly its writers and actors. She was strongly influenced by the New York poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. In 1984, her collection of poetry American Primitive won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. Ashanti Douglas was born October 13, 1980, Glen Cone, Long Island New York. She was born into a music family; her mom was a dance instructor and her father was a singer. Ashanti joined a gospel choir at the age of six. Her talent developed more as she grew. During high school is when she honed her song writing skills. Ashanti got her big break | in 1994 after performing at a talent sow. In 2001 Irv Gott discovered Ashanti and she signed with Murder Inc. Ashanti’s first self signed album was released on April 9, 2002. She sold over half a million units the first week. With her Talents Ashanti is sure to reach high success.. The song lyrics are some type of poetry because the express someone’s feelings in some way or another. At the same time they have and end rhyme. The only reason why they call it a song is because it has a beat. The song is about a person having a dream. Saying, just believe in yourself, and don’t let no one hold you back. The song lyrics and the poem are not really alike because one is about dreaming and the other is about being hurt. The poem Knife is another way of saying or meaning pain. It shows the pain that | a person is going through and they had to use words to express it. I chose this poem because I think people can relate to it. Not because of pain she was going through, but just because of pain in general. She was able to shows that in each line. Making you feel what she feels and think what she is thinking.

10: Dreams are real, and All you have to do is just believe Dreams are real, and All you have to do is just believe | Dreams (Lyrics) Dreams are real, and All you have to do is just believe Dreams are real, and All you have to do is just believe There is nothing that should ever take your heart away Take your heart away from what it is you wanna do You should always go with what you love, don't follow no one else Just do what's good for you

11: Knife (Poem) Something just now moved thorugh my heart like the thinnest of blades as that red-tail pumped once with its great wings and flew above the grey, cracked rock wall. It wasn't about the bird, it was something about the way stone stays mute and put, whatever goes flashing by. Somtimes, when i sit | like this, quiet, all the dreams of my blood and all outrageous divisons of time seem ready to leave, to slide out of me. Then imagine, I would never move. By now the hawk has flown five miles at least, dazzling whoever else has happened to look up. I was dazzled. But that wasn't the knife.

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  • Title: *Just Write*
  • All the poems that we've done this six weeks.
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