Pimp Pimp Horray
Do I Look Like A Maid To You??:
Age: 17
Height: 5'3
Weight: 152
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: Dark Brown
What's The Style of My Dream Man ???
1: Caring
2: Understanding
3: Passionate
4: Very intelligent
5: Down to earth
6: Not afraid to stand up for his girl in front of his family
7: Compromiseable
8: Creative
9: Seeks long term relationships
10: Faithfull
11: Respectful
12: Loves to spend quality time with me
13: Romantic
EEEEWWW DISGUSTING!!!:
1: Racism
2: Stupidity
3: Selfishness
4: Control
5: Players
6: Liars
7: Cheaters
8: People who hate or mistreat children
9: People who try to stand in the way of ones goals
Fun? What is That??:
1: Singing
2: Going out with friends
3: Modeling
4: Writing but poetry is just to sexy to leave alone
5: Dancing till you pass out
6: Going to explore the beach and "activities"
7: Talking on the phone
8: Meeting crazy new people
9: Traveling
10: Being surrounded by children (Especially My Nephews and Neice)
11: Just being crazy me duh
12: Playing Softball
13: Playing Spades
14: Banging On The Computer
15: Volunteering
16: Reading
"SHOUTOUTS"
Darnley- Though you are younger than me and we don't live near each other no more you still give it your all to keep in touch with me and have remained my best friend through thick and thin. You know everything about me and all that has gone down in my family like I know what goes down in your family. Don't let all those boys get to you. You are beautiful and too many of them want you..you're young so take you time and concentrate on school..but never abonden the game if you catch my drift..sssssshhhhhhhhh. I love you
Maggie- you make me proud to know somebody like you filled with imagination and creativity...plus that oh so sexy temper you got (help)...you are beautiful and no matter what people say I will always love you because you are one of the only people from my TB family who stayed true to their older sister/mom.....I love you mama.!!!
Stephanie- You are crazy and you need to stop giving boys all those lappies and stuff....it's not kosher the stuff I hear you be doing...one of these days
Abraham- I Love You baby eventhough you've been taken away from me I will always love you and you will always continue to be auntie's baby boy. You mean the world to me and if anything ever happened to you I will go crazy. I hope someday that you and I will reunite because you are trully a reason for me to keep breathing.
Emmanuel (E.J. a.k.a Moto Toto J.J.)- Auntie loves you very much and I want you to know that I have a lot of faith and hope in you. Even though you are still very young I see the passion burning in you to be something very great.
Kiarra- You are another one of my precious babies whose been taken away from me but one day things will be alright and when that times comes I hope you know that your aunt wanted to be a part of your life more than anything and that I continuously talk about you to everybody and that I have not forgotten about you.
Elijah-You are way too young to read anything or know what is being said but your aunt loves you and I am glad that you've been added to this family. I can't speak for everybody but I know you have a father who loves you and is fighting to give you and your brother nothing but the best. Your brother loves you so much and I hope you two become boulders for each other because the way you look at him is so admiring and the bond you two have formed is something to die for. The way you look at him and the way he looks after you and protects you is something to truly hold on to. I love you Elijah so don't ever forget that.
How Do You Get In Contact With Me??...What a Stupid Question!
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Yahoo: Chickwitemotions
Black Planet: babyvl
One Model Place: 39790
Webspawner: cherrylipcioust
"POETRY SECTION"
Pushing through green waters
Symbol of joy
You leap from the depths
To touch the sky
Scattering spray
Like handfuls of jewels
Not caged by union rules
Unfettered by sales targets
No trains or planes to catch
Your time is set by the flow
Of the sea`s tides
And the moon`s glow
You give us images of ecstasy
That we lock away
Behind the doors of memory
For quiet moments
when released from our possessions
We dream of a freedom like yours
Poem by: ~Horace Dobbs~
"Crisis Pregnancy"
Friends will be there for you that`s true
What`s gonna happen when you get the news
They will swear up and down that they
had warned you
Knowing that in reality they were the
ones cheering you on
Lying for you all those times your parents thought
you were at the mall when your pants were
really lying in his hall
They said it would be ok
too bad nobody explained what would
happen if the condom broke
You will wine and cry
Thinking of how your parents are gonna take it
Looking up to the sky you pray that
it was a mistake
The test had lied and there aren`t
any beans in the oven that is set to bake
What you gonna do now?
All your friends are gone and your
parents don`t wnat you at home
He told you that the baby ain`t his
Looks like all your left with is
a crisis you just can`t fix
By:~Vasthie Leveille~ >>>Me
"Trigger Silence"
Drama is all I see
Murder, rape, and pure idiocracy
All the things surrounding me
Shit like this makes my body fail till I fall on my knees
Each night I fall asleep wanting to die
Then my eyes a widen to sift through the lie
A multicolor lens reveals its actually life
Yeah there are moments of pleasure but mostly strife
Don’t come tryin to tell me any better
With each passing hour the well becomes dryer
See you don’t know the real deal
Keep to that bullshit about how time heals
That’s another one of them phony alibis
Never will that become truth in my eyes
That’s what you call a conspiracy theory
Funny factor is how it’s been knowledgeable all through history
America the land of the free
Fuck that nonsense more like a place where many daren’t to dream
Sitting home alone watching t.v. With your family is no longer an option
We’re too busy shopping
Not what the idealistic person would contemplate
Handguns, weed, and clothes
These are the objects modern day youth designate as entertainment
It’s a shame one my stature could capture the fabricated statistics
Even now as some view these words they decline to understand my tactics
Laughter will pour into their visible expressions
Gloomy thoughts spiral into the source of their emotions bringing endless moments of depression
Devastatingly these concerns of a five year old
Land of hope and freedom
Why must you attempt to console these lost and foreign spirits with they uncanny soaking of the blood?
One sits in luxury as thousands others mope with misery
Tell me is this what our ancestors endured may wars for?
Was this the fate, which many traveled thousand of miles to befall upon?
All sides of the Pacific, Atlantic, Antarctic, and Indian feel the wrath
Alps and Himalayas alike scurry with sounds of temptation
The silent killer extincting the human sect is humans alone
By: ~Vasthie Leveille~ >>>Me
“Times Awaited”
Differences are all too common
Friendships last verily seldom
Today as I sit and ponder
The reality singes my soul
What we had was something more important to end without a point
Life to me never seemed whole
Then a sparkle of hope seeped into it
All the years of unnerving emptiness faded unto the horizon
The moments passed by in we shared many moments to seize
Everything we produced was bounded by the strongest of ropes
Slowly the knots became undone and what we had ended
Breezes of hatred turned up the vibe
Like the waves of the ocean we drifted
Today before the storm stirs up all chances I fall to the sweet Earth on bended knee
As I realize it is you whom in my life I need
Admitting it was me in the wrong
I beg for your forgiveness
Before the time arrives when you are ever lost and gone
By:~Vasthie Leveille >>>>Me
“Ryed O’ Dye”
What ya’ll be knowin bout gangsta love?
Lovin in itself is always complicated
When you reppin your set it’s difficult for people to understand you
Finding a true dime piece is the most dangerous game on the block
People fail to realize even the baddest niggas need something to keep him warm out in the raging storm
As time winds you’ll realize even the strongest hearts need compassion
From the moment a soldier meets his back up talk will begin
Truthfully though a nigga like me doesn’t care about what a great many shut out
I did what was necessary for things to fall into place
Nothing ever fell in position until my cherry dropped into the source
Shorty looked nothing like the other fallen leaves
Every and anything that was reproduced from her mouth was golden
The uncivilized life that I led brought tears to your eyes
We spent a year together and not once was it understood why the tears drenched your face
Menacing thoughts come to play when reliving the sights of devastation
My queen lying motionless with a smile lingering on soft ever sealed lips
The structure of how life reasserts itself is all too suspenseful
From walking in the locks of my arms to creating a reality in what was believed to be a fairy tale
A ghetto’s own sleeping beauty lies in a casket beaming with all thee radiance of a noble
When you spirit becomes gone with the wind so does sanity
Gloomy days and impassionate nights were share with the aroma of weed, alcohol, and guilt
Standing here with so many advising for me to stay strong and let go is unnerving and beastly
Gun in hand I kiss away past, present, and future
Whisper my final deadly words of reasoning
“Baby girl forever is what we promised so forever as one La Bella Principessa and a thug will reigning”
The solid trigger pulled and to the ground I wither with the last whim of agony
Now before the arrival of judgmental is cast my soul glimpses once again at what could’ve been
By: ~Vasthie Leveille~ >>>> Me
“Mourning In History Again”
Memories are precious treasures
Though with regret not all bring pleasure to the beholder
Same holds true with this one stored deep in the lock of my heart
Everybody was crying
It was a sad and lovely day
How could it be?
With everybody depressed;
How dare this day be bright and gay?
I looked around and I saw different faces
Friends had tears in there eyes
Family members who many thought were ancient history had heads bowed down all around
Enemies were sitting around looking pale
What was this a dream?
A nightmare?
All the faces flashed before me but for some reason I couldn't peace the puzzle together
Then suddenly a loud scream came from a baby blue door
Nobody was startled and it seemed like they hadn't heard
Should I be the lone soldier?
Proud and brave going to investigate?
Yeah, it was time to march into battle
Shielded with pride the fight commenced
Victory and the need to conquer was in my mind
Fear was nowhere to be found
So I walked in to the blue door
What I saw was ravishing
So many different languages and cultures
Afro-American, Polish, Italian, Haitian, German, Native American, Chinese, Bulgarian, Turkish,
Indian and Swedish
An international Oreo?
Sherbet of nations?
People praising gods of all shapes, sizes and so called powers?
Judaism? Christianity? Islam? Hinduism?, Buddhism?, Taoism?, Jewish?, Orthodox?, Evangelic? Lutheran?, and Muslim?
What kind of place is this?
What is going on with all of these isms?
Where I come from you are what you are for life
Where I come from a man is a man 100%
Where I come from a woman is a woman by the demeanor society has set for her
Looking up a tall woman with a torch in her hand and a crown on her head speaks to me and tells me that I am in the U. S. of A
The land of the free!
Free? Free? Free?
What is that word and how come I never heard of it on the other side of the baby blue door?
Now people are staring right through me
The wind blows and it speaks in a voice low yet strong
Ghost of the past come back home
The cotton needs picking
Ghost of the past come back home
Your place is to be taking care of your husband and kids
Ghost of the past come back home
History has been made
Ghost of the past come back home
Your fate awaits, ghost of the past
By: ~Vasthie Leveille~ >>> Me
"V's Depression K"
not in the mood
thinking of you know who
wishing he was here holding me tight
telling me everything is alright
someday I hope I can be his once more
maybe we will get married and make sweet love on the floor
you was the one that I always dreamed of
thought you'd be sent from above
I gave you the best four months filled with love
but to you I was just another one to push and shove
Every body says forget the jerk
just give yourself a little perk
move on with your life
because you'll make somebody proud to have you as a wife
I'll try and I'll try
but in the mean time just let me sit here and cry
"Survival Pack"
Thank You to all those who hate me and have doubted me
They laugh at me and call me names.
Don't you worry though, I am going to make it.
When they tear my clothes, I cry all the way home.
I am going to make it.
They stare at me.
They all whisper horrible things.
But someday, I just know I am going to make it.
When I make it I bet they will say,
"It is only temporary."
Someday though I will make it.
Oops, I already made it.I traveled to hell and back.
You, you're still standing here saying,
"She'll never make it"
Well snap out of it, I survived, I made it!
From these eyes of mine you will never see a tear.
You will only see sympathy.
For while you were standing here being a bully.
I made something out of myself.
Have you done anything with your life?
By: ~Vasthie Leveille~ >>> Me
"Watch You're Back"
I wish these people would leave me be!
They pretend to be my family and friends, but
yet they are the enemy.
They say they love me but all they want to do
is rob me!
How do i know who to trust? Is it love or lust?
Is it fantasy or reality?
On the other hand how can i blame them?
How excactly are you suposed to love in a world
so filled with hate?
They will laugh, wine, and dine, with me; but
can you guess who will cast the first stone?
They deprive me of my happiness and think they
are doing me
"The Farewell Promise"
Good bye for now.
Till the sunshines again;
And the old man on the moon weeps no more.
I will always love you!
Somewhere in my heart;
A place for you there will always be!
By: ~Vasthie Leveille~ >>>Me
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