Magazine Model

I wrote this poem about four years ago when I was in Broken Bridge Writing Workshop. This is for all the women who are not "models" but are beautiful no matter what.


Magazine Model

Am I suppose to look like that
Model on the front page of a magazine
Where every bone on her body is seen
Thin lips
No hips
Skinny as a tooth pick
What is her trick?

Salad, then vomit what she ate
This peer pressure I hate
Having to count calories and fat
How can a teen live like that

I’m supposed to walk around
with my breasts as big as melons
But instead they look like lemons
Every bone on my body is suppose to show
In order for me to glow
My thighs are suppose to be as thick as my thumb
I can only fit in crumbs
Or nibble on crackers
Every time I see that Parris Hilton
I want to smack her

“My love handles are out of control
I’m not beautiful cause I have rolls”
Saying it’s disgusting to have a big rare
The perfect model is a size zero and blond hair

When I am served a plate of rice
I gotta count every grain
I rather be fat then have no brain
This world makes me sick
Saying I ain’t good enough cause I’m thick
Men love my rare and my curves
So don’t be checking me out so soon
Only if you’re the mirror in my room

Spanish Rap

extrano mi gente,
mis lagrimas como un fuente.
extrano mi estado,
la presencia de mi barrio a mi lado.
extrano los culpables y los inocentes,
extrano mi gente
el coqui me llama
el deseo quemando como llamas
en mi alma siento mi isla
no soy la misma
extrano lo que no entiendo
veo mi gente en mis suenos
siento el sol en mi piel
a mi sangre yo soy fiel
mi bandera me cubre como mi ropa
vengo con mi pasion en tropa

Love Letter

Your voice plays over and over in my brain
I’ll make a song out of your name
Art is created from the beauty in your face
I hold you close to my heart; no one can take your place
I’ll take the colors in your eyes
To brighten up the sky
I’ll take the flush in your face
To fill the earth with your grace
I’ll use your hair to hold my world together
You’re strength to make my burden as light as a feather
I’ll use your curls to pull each other close
The strands as strings to a violin to compose
Compose a piece no ear has ever perceived
But to the deepest pain, it’ll relieve
I’ll take the juice in your lips because my depth thirsts
It’ll cleanse me from this lonely curse
Because loving you could never move to worse
But only to something much more better
And this is why I’m writing you this love letter
I’ll take the flavor in your mouth to make a tune
And I’ll dance to it the whole afternoon
I’ll take the rhythm to create a culture that will last and unite
I’ll take the fury in your core to ignite
Something that can reach to whole different height
And with your justice I’ll make everything right
I’ll take the length of your body to stand tall
And by your beauty they’d all be enthralled
I’ll take the contour of your beast to nature a better world
Borrow your inner peace to have my love unfurl
I’ll take the sweetness of your chest
To give life to my zest
I’ll hold your hands and let it mold
Creating all things in gold
Your lashes to produce an elegance of truth
That will be carried throughout your youth
And never to be erased when you are of age
Because with your knowledge you nourish a person of sage
I write this love letter with the hands that want to pull you near
The heart that loves you dear
The lips that are intrigued by your taste
And the eyes that is lost in your face
So let me take you and craft something remotely new
Because I can create wonders with you

Fighting For Love

They run with massive shields protecting their hearts,
Thinking of all people, I will tear it apart
I am a strong lover, I never only give bits
I fight until the end, I never call quits

They run with shielded hearts,
Thinking that I will rip them apart
My heart is exposed, vulnerable to harm
I only show gratitude and charm

They cover their lips, and mute their affection,
Not knowing they run in the wrong direction
I welcome them in my steadfast arms
Promises to forever keep them from harm

They abandon all love and slaughter care
Drowned with confusion and fear
I hold out my arms but they deny the invite
I stand firm on my love and don’t give up the fight

A Poem from Samanta Halabi (habibi)

You helped me laugh, you dried my tears
because of you, I have no fears
together we live, together we grow
teaching each other what we must know
you came in my life, and I was blessed
I love you girl, you are the best
take my hand, don't say good-bye
please my friend don't you cry
I promise you this, it's not the end
cause like I said you're my best friend
We laugh alot because you're fun
When you smile at me its like the sun
You light up the room when you walk in
I hope we stay friends til death
I'll keep you by my side til my last breath
because you're the kind of friend
with whom my life i'd like to spend
.....................................................................................
This poem made my day as bright as her smile. :-D

Let Me (Poem)

Let Me

I want to blast the resonance of your voice to dance on your lips
I want to jump on your breast and glide down to your hips
Let me unwind on your cheeks and leap over your pores
Let me dwell deep within your heart’s core

I want to bathe in the flush of your cheeks
I want to be your valor when you feel weak
Let me roll around on your tongue
Let me breathe my passion into your lungs

I want to climb up your spine
I want to leave traces of kisses behind
Let me taste your neck and collarbone
Let me transport you into what I call home

I want to experience the tenderness of your skin
I want to rest on your mind and sink in
Let me hold your body and feel every part
Let me reside deep in your heart

I want to stroll up your extended sleek legs
I want to give you all. You won’t have to beg
Let me savor your wholesome thighs
Let me inhale you until I’m at my high

I want to stroke every wisp of hair
I want to hoard every moment we share
Let me prove my affections through physical contact
Let’s get intimate; who knows, you might like that

R.I.P Michael Jackson the King of Pop

Today wasn't the best day ever. I had a rough morning so I decide to wax my caterpillar eyebrows and check out another book from the library then head to front st to read and talk on the phone and try to avoid the creepy men as best as I could...lol

6:25pm
I get a text from my friend Molly: Michael Jackson is dead!!!"
Are you kidding me?!?!?!...
Michael the King of Pop cannot be dead. I grew up on Michael, his songs and dances. I remember trying over and over to do the moon walk but I got the whole standing on the toe thing. I remember thinking I was cool for knowing the songs and watching his videos and movies over and over. I'm sitting here in front of the TV watching MTV and my fav song You Knock Me Off My Feet is playing.
I never thought I would see the day that Michael Jackson would die. I feel so sad and so shocked. May he rest in peace. Michael was the man on the real. If you ask most R&B singers who they love the most or try to imitate they will most likely say Michael Jackson. Not only was he the King of Pop but of dance. The man had it all. He was just human flesh filled with talent from head to toes. I just don't know what to do with myself because I would never be okay with anyone dying, but Michael was the MAN.
I'm just going to sit here and listen to him sing all day and watch him perform.
:'-(