Do you like my poetry? (don't copy them please)

I wrote this one out of boredom and after listening to a poetry slam:

Me Being Human

Can I take your time Spitting my off rhymes? Trusting you will hush. Can you take the constant rush, Of words riding off the page? Telling stories of love or rage. Read between the lines. Take time to make words shine. Can you comprehend Another girls intent. Take into perspective, The unofficially elected. Thesaurus here I come. Ready for the fun. Finding a different opinion Is part of me being human

I wrote this one after being fed up by seeing my brother in the newspaper:

Give God The Stand

You read the papers and see my last name. Yes, that’s my brother on the front page. No, it’s not good news, he’s on drugs again. But please leave me alone, I am not him. Before you judge, would you remember? That God has the courtroom, not you. Before you judge me and my family. Sit down and give God the stand. Trade your mockery for prayers. Trade God for your pity stares. You can help change a man. Just sit down and fold your hands. It’s not that hard, just say a few words. And end with the simplest, “Amen.” I will appreciate it, and so will God. Stop judging, and give God the stand.

I wrote this one a LONG time ago when I still felt like I had to be perfect:

Behind The Locked Fence

Get your finger out of there.
Out of that cold water.
Keep it simple, keep it square.
Stay a perfect, dainty daughter.

Forget all of those dreams Oh, those words of independence. I’m enclosing my harsh scream. Staying put behind the locked fence.

Do I dare to fly away?
To run without a care?
No, I shouldn’t. I should stay.
But I want to be out there.

My dignity is slightly bruised. I have an overwhelming fear. I’m am strained, obsessed, confused. Yet, I insist that I stay near.

Get your finger out of there.
Out of that cold water.
Keep it simple, keep it square.
Stay a perfect, dainty daughter.