Hi, My name is Tamika Andréa Barr and I’m a small time realist whom Writes, "The Truth", with a poetic style but I won’t go to extreme measures For Hollywood to discover who I am. Although I wouldn’t mind having the Money and Luxury Hollywood has to offer, I won’t come out of character Just to gain fame. I write from my heart as well as speak the truth, If I never gain a penny from my material; I still won’t have any regrets. if on person in this world develop a personal relationship with, "GOD" Through the inspiration of my poetry, I have already gained millions, See GOD is my primary concern. I live to please my Lord. If I never leave The ghetto in which I long to do, I still will remain True to my lord for I know already he has made a mansion for me in his heavenly castle.
I don’t wear jewelry because it’s been violently taken away from Me by man. As I cried to GOD about this life threatening matter I was Simply told, "Stop wearing jewelry then!" I pondered the thought angrily, "Why should I deprive myself of something I worked so hard to have?" Once again a powerful/demanding voice spoke:
"You’re my jewel in which shines so bright
When you wear man’s jewel it dims my light
So I’ll remove any jewelry you wear my dear
to keep you close to me, so it’s my voice that you
Continue to hear. One should not choose to disobey
My command, need I remind you of who I am. The man
Who holds your life in the palm of thy hands, so
Hear the voice that feeds your brain, the voice
Of the Spirit that helps you maintain, the voice
From your heart in which flows to your brain, so
That you can tell the world about me with no shame
For this job, the rewards are sweet because across sowed seeds
One will be able to leap and still remain to lye at the bottom
Of my feet and also in the end it
Will be thee that one is guaranteed to meet.
Now continue your journey my darling lost sheep
But remain conscious of me and write what I speak."
The Second Time Around
I was here before
It was so beautiful
I had seven children I adored
A husband and a house who could ask for anything more
Then death came knocking at my door
I pleaded with GOD to let me stay but
He shut my eyes and took me away
He opened my eyes once again because death was
something I just couldn’t comprehend. I look different
with a different name, my whole identity have changes.
My soul is searching for the past, for that unconditional
Love that I once had. My soul cuddles in the dark because
of the unhappiness in my heart. My soul is morning of
someone in another place and time, someone I Loved once
and once was mine.
The Lord answered my plea
He opened my eyes and let me be free
but this time it doesn’t look too good for me
"I never thought I’d live in a life I couldn’t comprehend
and would really want Death, to be my best friend!"