I have seen people crave for a cigarette, they are out in the freezing cold.  You can see tears in their eyes, and a red running nose.
I was born on New Year's Day, in weather that was cold to my Father and Mother.  I was actually coming out, on the way to the Hospital, not stopping for any other.
There are those who drinks a lot, they have to fulfill their heart's desire.  They will walk a mile in the freezing cold, to ease this craving, that burns within like a fire.
There are those who are on drugs, their urges just want stop.  They will search everyplace in the freezing cold, from the bottom to the top.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

May we have a peaceful Christmas, on this Holiday.  Let us get rid of all anger, standing in the way.
May we have a peaceful Christmas, allowing love to prevail.  Resist  breaking the Law, so no one will end up in jail.
May we have a peaceful Christmas, try showing some respect.  Tone down your attitude, refrain from getting upset.
May we have a peaceful Christmas, let peace be on our minds.  Peace can go a very long way, when everyone is kind.
May we have a peaceful Christmas, why not do something nice.  Resist the temptation of wearing a frown, or acting cold as ice.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Who are you Protecting, after shooting people down?  How are the wounded Served, while lying on the ground?
What Businesses are Protected, when they are burning and on fire?  Especially, when you see the Big Red Trucks, quickly pass by, and don't say I'm a liar.
Who are you Protecting, when people are told, they can peacefully demonstrate?  In the next breath you hear, "Go Home, there is a curfew, so you cannot hang out late."
Who are you Serving, when you can't see nothing but smoke?  Why are you throwing tear gas, as if every one is on dope?
Who are you Protecting, when refusing people their Legal Rights?  Why do the entire crowd suffers, when only one man starts a fight?
If you are going to Protect and Serve, know exactly what you are doing.  Or you may one day wake up, and find so many people suing.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO SHOOT YOUR GUN, REMEMBER I AM HUMAN.  MAYBE YOU CAN USE SOMETHING ELSE, I WOULD LIKE TO REMAIN IN THE LAND.
BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO TAKE MY LIFE, HAVE A HEART AND RESIST.  INSTEAD OF USING A KNIFE OR WEAPON, I RATHER THAT YOU USE YOUR FIST.
BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO DO WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND, THINKING YOU WANT TO ****.  REMEMBER THAT I AM HUMAN, AND THAT LIFE IS REAL.
BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO SHED INNOCENT BLOOD, REMEMBER THAT I AM A HUMAN BEING.  YOU REALLY NEED TO PRAY TO GOD, ALL BECAUSE THIS IS SIN.
BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO GET RID OF ME, REMEMBER A HUMAN IS BEFORE YOUR FACE.  PLEASE DON'T DESTROY ME, BECAUSE I'M OF ANOTHER RACE.
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING

Hands up to Jesus, only He can save.  He has angels to back you up, when your hands are raised.
Hands up to Jesus, only He can deliver.  He can give you Peace, that flows like a River.
Hands up to Jesus, only He can provide.  There should be no fear; you don't have to run and hide.
Hands up to Jesus, no matter where you are.  You may be walking in the Streets, or sitting in your car.
Hands up to Jesus, to make things go right.  He doesn't believe in violence, or those who's ready to fight.
Hands up to Jesus, to keep everything in line.  He's able to keep you focus, so you can have a sound mind.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Who can we trust, when justice needs to prevail?  What need to be done, to put the right one in jail?  
Who can we trust, for justice to stand?   Instead of revealing the truth; you  accept a lie, from evil men.
Who can we trust, to stand up for the law?  Instead of seeking peace, why are you involved in war?
Who can we trust, so your life want be in vain?  Who do we turn to, someone whose mind is not sane?
Who can we trust, to teach our children what's truly right?  Not giving them a "Beat Down," by Officers, in the midst of the night.
Justice for mankind, no matter the race.  Something need to be done, at a rapid pace.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

I am still thankful, for all I've been through.  There came a time, I didn't know what to do.
I am still thankful, that I am alive.  With all the trouble and turmoil, it has made me wise.
I am  still thankful, even though my loved one died.  I know I must go on, after the tears I cried.
I am still thankful, to encourage and uplift man.  To prevent anyone from becoming depressed, I'll help the best I can.
I am still thankful, to be loved by my family and friends.  I can depend on them to pray for me, in the very end.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing