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Details | Free verse | |

She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dream

It came in a dream

my face all blue

she saw my death

somehow she new

stay home this night 

she begged of me

but a young girl wants to be free

the knife plunged in deep

I recalled her words and began to weep

stay home this night she begged of me

but a young girl wants to be free

the rope around me

I did not struggle

for I knew my fate

should have listened to my mother

but now it's much too late

I close my eyes and wait to die

and finally fall asleep

I wake to hear the end of her prayer

"I pray the Lord your soul to keep"

I open my eyes

I am not dead

Mom  has a wash cloth on my head

You have a fever

It's pretty high

try to sleep she says with a sigh


Details | Rhyme | |

Alter-Ego

The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.

All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.

She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.


Details | Elegy | |

sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


Details | I do not know? | |

Your baby girl

teddy bears, baby dolls ,butterfly kisses i miss it all 
first word first bike first guy i ever liked
you were there through it all you helped me up after every fall 
you were the only woman i could love to hate  
no one else can ever take your place...
you always tried to keep us tight, you told me falling for the wrong guy would hurt 
 I'll never admit it but you were right.....
I've done some wrong broke your trust and lied you never let it show but i know u were 
crushed inside.....
I know i'm your baby girl but i'm not a baby any more you've got to let me live my 
life......
I've got to learn from my mistakes live for my happiness but being your baby girl is 
something we both will always miss......


Details | Lyric | |

Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Two

It was the summer of 1938 when the whisper of fate broke through the airless 
night,
And two curious children got to their feet the little girl knew something was not 
right.
Little Jack the baby, stood in the middle of the room, the dirt floor cool on his bare 
feet,
his sister did not stand, but walked over to the screen door unmindful of the 
Texas heat.

Who told the girl what happened? Could it be that angles spoke softly in her 
small ear?
She looked at her little brother Jack, and told him what she knew, in her voice 
was no fear.
“It’s daddy you know, he’s not coming back Jackie” she said in a quietly hushed 
tone.
Little Jack was so young, and he didn’t understand.  But daddy, he never did 
come home.

Their mother you see neither one can truly recall, maybe for them she never 
really was,
She walked through their lives on a stage of drama never doing the things a 
mother does.
But they remember the rainy day in a town that is now gone, when daddy was laid 
to rest,
Their mother you see showed up late, in a new car and wearing her brand new 
Sunday best.

The Two though they went on, as children do.  The little girl mothering her little 
brother Jack.
So small and alone, they looked for food in the trash the little girl with her brother 
on her back.
Mother was there somewhere, laughing in the dark secrecy, loving what men 
could provide.
The children to her became baggage, inconvenient, a hindrance that she just 
could not abide.

Some in the town began to take pity, watching the rag dolls as they walked 
through the street,
When evening fell the town went home, so did the Two in their frayed clothes and 
bare little feet.
But time can bring sweet escape, and that came to the Two through the blessing 
of a new life,
It was their fate not to grow up together, one knowing peace the other life colored 
with strife.

But the Two would meet through out the years for their destiny is intertwined in 
blood and history,
Time marched on and as they now age they share in each others lives, a lasting 
bond and mystery.
She can no longer carry Jack on her back, but she has always carried him in her 
heart and mind,
And to Jack, his sister has always been more than words can explain, more than 
most will ever find.


Details | I do not know? | |

All she could say.

	I awoke to her screaming in the early morning grey. He knew he 
needed to leave
had to go away. The tears were failing he could no longer hide. So much 
sadness built
deep inside. Young tired unknowing eyes awaken by her mothers scream. He 
found her 
looking, his heart breaking, tears began to stream. The little girl ran past her 
mother, 
and ran to him in the early morning grey. The little girl looked up to him. Dad, was 
the only
word she could say...

His heart began to pound, the little girls tears falling to the ground. They hugged 
and both 
cried together in the early morning grey. The mother ripped her away from him, 
screaming
go away. Placing the little girl inside the house. The little girl ran to the window, 
stared and 
listioned as quiet as a mouse...

Through the window she heard no sound, her mother pushed him, stumbling he 
fell to the ground.
As he rose beginning to stand, he noticed the gun she had in her right hand. He 
wanted to move had began to step away, One bullet fired in the early morning 
grey.

Then I heard the woman scream, what have I done? Looking at him and then at 
the gun. I picked myself off the floor. I stepped forward and opened my front door. 
I found the little girl by his side in the early morning grey.As he began to die, dad 
was the only word she could say.


Details | Ballad | |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Details | Free verse | |

Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Rhyme | |

THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



Details | Couplet | |

Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.


Details | Narrative | |

Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

BELOVED BLESSING of MIRACLE

pretty amazing to behold,
once of a llfetime story never before been told.
behind all the biggest miracle:
there is a woman in every age,
blessed above all the rest of the mother's,
from the beginning,
ever since time began,
you journeyed and fought a good race,
besides everything that we do,
you are a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and grandma,
because of you,
I am not lost.
you found me on low,
you stood by me in every hurt that I cost.
mother of all heritage,
you beloved are a blessing of all miracles.


Details | Sonnet | |

Letters

Letters

You left me a baby barely out of my crib;
Weakened without you, now stronger at last;
Black hole in mum’s chest, Adam took his rib;
It’s too late now, the iron has rust;
And to you Mother, my greatest woman on Earth;
In youth and all ambition you put your plans to yield;
I am a man now, still and always your son from birth;
I will always remember my promise to build;
To my love, my lily, my beauty, I see you;
Couple with me, let the cycle start again;
Through our youth and middle age I will love you;
So in death we shall feel no pain;
My whole life in a note but more;
With the three souls that made my core.

 




 


Details | Blank verse | |

Mother of Emptyness

Unfamiliar grounds  scare my emotions,

Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,

Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces

where are you Mom?


The emptiness I feel around me  is vast,

Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,

Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,

Where are you Mom?


Bond that linked was brutally cutoff,

Before I learned to sense essence of life,

The very dept jolt me to be bold for age,

Where are you Mom?


Each gray hair reminds me of time left,

Pangs of pain quiver me out of my gloom,

Arouse to stand up straight to face time,

Where are you Mom?


The very Mom within me shudder,

With the same pain I once poured,

Into thy very bosom  with  vengeance,

Where are you Mom?


Are you never going to  hold me close?

Why heartless to watch the  river of tears?

Mind  skilled to paint a shadow of you,

Where are you Mom?


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Birth Of A Girl The Birth Of A Boy

In a forest a girl was born   
A girl born oh so poor
This girl then caused this world now torn
Her birth opens a sore

But we do not now this girl mourn
She was left some money
A thrifty woman not to scorn
Then a taste of honey

She met a man she was forlorn
Bore a son Alois
Unwed and aging, no ring worn
No ring, so still a Miss.

Her bastard son none could be warned
When his mother did wed
He gave a name the world did scorn
A name that all wished dead

If his mother knew what was born
Hitler the name we know
I wonder would she have  been torn?
To give him birth, or no.

© 09/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry.


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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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The Poor Little Black Girl

She sits on a street corner with a teardrop in her eye
Wishing she were in the cars of the people driving by
Her mother left with some john about two months ago
The man with the eviction notice didn’t care she had no place else to go

She carries in her small backpack everything she owns
The coming of the winter colds is in the winds that have blown
The bed she made on a City Park bench can comfort her no more
Her absences in the public school do not entice anyone to go looking for …

… the poor little black girl that nobody cares about

She has potential deep inside of her buried beneath the hunger pains
But nobody in this busy world recognizes what there is to gain
She is doing everything she possibly can to stop from turning tricks
But the only thing her mother taught her was how to hide the bruises from her kicks

The Styrofoam cup she holds out to strangers hasn’t collected any coin
People just leave her looks of disgust as if she is at fault for being forlorn
Shadows cast by the high-rise buildings grow longer with the setting sun
As commuters begin their journeys home she stands up in front of everyone … 

… and the poor little black girl lets out a booming shout

“I don’t do this because I want to; being abandoned was not my choice;
I tried quietly to ask for help – but today I will use my voice
I turned thirteen years old today – the anniversary of another girl’s mistake
Is it too much to ask for, just once, a piece of cake?”

 “You can pretend that I don’t exist; you can pretend that you’re better than me;
You can long for that future day when I am no longer here for you to see;
You can hate me and fear me and just turn your head the other way;
But you will see me again, sitting by our Father to hear your excuses come judgment day”

Businessmen and businesswomen stopped for just a minute
They looked around at one another not sure of the message or how to spin it
Then continued towards their taxis, subways, ferries and their cars
She stood alone after the sun went down beneath the twinkling stars …

It is up to you, now, to determine how this story turns out


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L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


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The Shadow Man (aka The Story of Freddy Krueger)

*THIS IS NOT MY STORY, BUT IT IS A STORY I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW!

There was a man working at our school. No one knew he was. The teachers kept a close eye 
on him while he worked outside around the school property. 

Two weeks into the school year, an 8-year-old girl came up to the man and said, "What is 
your name sir?"

The man smiled at the little girl and said, "Freddy."

"Would you like to play hide and seek with us", the girl asked.

Freddy bowed his head and covered his eyes, "Thirty...twenty-nine..."

The little girl's face light up with excitement, and she went and got her friends, and they hid 
around the school.

"...Three...two...one...ready or not. Here I come"

Freddy looked around the school saying, "One...two...Freddy's comin for you..." Freddy was 
unsuccessful in finding the children. So, he went down to the cellar where he lived and saw a 
little girl hiding under the table. "There ya are", said Freddy. The girl sprung up from the 
table with excitement. "That was fun", the girl said. "Do you know any other games we could 
play?" Freddy thought for a second, "Well, if you can keep a secret, I'll take you to a place 
that no one else knows of." The girl vowed to keep it a secret.

Hours passed, and the little girl returned home from school. She ran to her parents, 
crying. "What's wrong?" her mother asked. "There's this man at school. He took me to his 
cave, and did something terrible." The mother and fathers faces burned with anger. "What 
did he do to you?" the father demanded. The girl turned around, lifted up her shirt, and there 
were four giant cuts, like from a bear claw, going across her back.

Hours passed, and a group of parents got together to confront Freddy. Freddy saw them 
coming, and ran to an old abandoned mill. Freddy ran inside, with the parents running after 
him with bats and knives. He locked the door, and the parents filled bottles with gasoline, 
light them on fire, and threw them in the window. Freddy was burned to death, and the 
parents kept that terrible act their secret.


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One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


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The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


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Family

3 people in a room
Each doing their own thing
I wonder what each of them think?

The boy playing computer football,
"Save the game! Now!"
"What is she doing writing? The Poof!"
"Mams falling asleep again!"

The girl scribbling to herself,
"That'll never work, I'll rewrite it."
"I don't see the appeal of virtual football.."
"Why does mother keep looking at me like that?"

The woman sitting on the sofa,
"The cat looks so adorable!"
"That bloody computer clicking is annoying!"
"That girl is writing again, whats wrong with her?!"

If each of them could hear
the others thoughts, would they be offended?
Or do you think they already know?


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The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


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SANITARIUM'S SPRITE

                            


                                                             “A sex symbol is a heavy load to carry 
                                                              when one is tired, hurt and bewildered.”
						          ~ Clara Bow ~

Clara Bow was one fine-looking “colleen”, Though her judgment of men was “dubious”, “Quintessential” star, silent movie queen, Her life made some overtly envious, Smokey eyes, behavior promiscuous, Caused whispers with each new “affaire du couer”, Her fresh meat of the week, le goût du jour *, Lovers so many, lovers so “randy”, “Blokes” boasting of bedroom tours were just knaves who kept affection handy. Her Parties became quite legendary, She “titillated” with jokes rather dirty, Flaunted in front of her adversaries, Curved ‘round men, delivered lines flirty, Ended her reign before she hit thirty. Battling booze and numbers on the scale, Rattling her cage, a wild spirit so frail, A heart and mind that could not "acquiesce", Sanitarium’s sprite, a wraith so pale soon learned that black and white are colorless. Oh, how sad and tragic was her childhood, Hungry and unclothed, a tot destitute, And daddy did things that no daddy should, Mommy was a lady of ill repute who heard inner voices she could not mute. This unloved flapper loved to get “fuzzled” Often spoke out, until she was muzzled, Searching “hither and yon” for all she’d missed, A little girl remained lost and puzzled, First robbed by madness then by madness kissed.
For Debbie Guzzi's Language contest. 10 of her cool words used. * le goût du jour means “taste of the day” ** coeur has one syllable. About this poem Clara Bow’s beginnings are beyond horrific. Her mother was a prostitute and schizophrenic and the future starlet grew up in complete poverty. Her mother attempted to kill Clara by slitting her throat, and she was sexually abused by her father. A notorious partier who would tell all the juicy details of her liaisons with directors and famous leading men (including Gary Cooper), she ended up spending a great deal of time in institutions. Her story is a sad one, and testifies to how damaging child abuse can be. She was loved by directors for her ability to cry real tears on demand. She said all she had to do was think about being a girl again and tears would flow..


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For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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Morning Raga - "Tell Me A Story!"

In the first grey light of dawn, a young woman begins the morning song.
The simple cadences of her song are as tranquil and liquid as the monsoon rain, 
Trickling down the broad leaves in her mother’s garden.
The steady drumming on the veranda roof echoes her rhythms. 

She sings of joys, of sorrows, and of love … always of love … 

This morning song is as familiar and comforting as a lullaby.
Her mother brought it with her from the South, 
And sang it every morning for her father.
Now, she sings for them both, as they begin the day.

Today will be special for her.
She is to meet her future husband for the first time.
She has never seen him, but she trusts her parents’ judgement … 
After all, they love her, don’t they?

She hopes he will be kind, and maybe a little bit handsome … 
Like the boy she’s seen in town.
But she must try to forget him … 

On another veranda, a young man sits silent, listening.
He sits here at every dawn to hear the morning raga, 
Entranced by the voice of a girl he cannot see.

He, too, is to meet his betrothed today.
He wishes she might be a singer, or at least enjoy the morning song,
When she comes to live at his mother’s house.

He remembers a lovely girl he saw … sly glances, shy smiles … 
If his new wife is half as pretty, he will be well content.
Yes! He will … 

He believes his secret is safe, but mothers see everything … 
And his mother loves him. So she whispered to a friend,
And her friend whispered to another, and, well … 
A good husband is not hard to persuade … 

The sun has risen above the clouds.
There is much to do today – and if the young people agree,
There will be a lucky Monsoon wedding to arrange.

But first, the song.



Entered in Elaine's "Tell me a story" contest


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Chapters

Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness










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Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Angels fall first

 In a blink of an eye
 The angel appears on the sky
 I see the innocence in her face
 While she tries to fly with grace

 A broken wing under a devil skin
 Her face is full of lust and sin
 She can not reach the sky again
 She sinned so much she will remain

 She is so perfect for this world
 But she will stay, she gave her word
 Even the Heaven closed its door
 And let the girl sleep on my floor

 No more wings and no more grace
 She is a human in a place
 A place of beauty, joy and sorrow
 The girl won't stay until tomorrow

 The gates of Hell have opened wide
 To get the girl that sinned with pride
 There she will pay for what she gave
 Beauty, joy, sorrow and all with ave

 But will she ever meet again
 The one that crossed her path, the man?
 Will she have the everything
 Even though she has now nothing ?

 But the memories remain
 And they bring her joy and pain
 She fought the war and she has won
 And now she bears her unborn son

 The gates of Hell await the muse
 She wants not but she must choose
 The being that she will gave birth
 Will mum or she return to Earth ?

 A soul has fallen from the sky
 Born in a family, but born to die
 Which one is she, the she or mum?
 I do not know but she will come!


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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THE FAIR GIRL AND THE BLACK EGRET

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  


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It's Time

Theres a momment when you  realize your not a little girl anymore.

Mommy and daddy arn't there to run too.

You have to make your own choices.

Your finely free.

You get to do what you want.

No one setting rules for you...

Your life is perfect...

Right?

This momment is the one you've been waiting for...

But now that its here...

Your eyes are getting teary...

Already longing for the "good old days"

The good old days where...

Mommy would sing you to sleep...

Daddy would rock you in his lap when you where scared...

You knew you where safe...

You didn't have to worrie about being judge...

You knew when you got home there was someone to love you...

That was the good old days...

Now its time...

Time to go...

Go out on your own...

Alone...

Its time...

To go out and start a life of your own...

All grown up...

You're not a little girl anymore...

It's time...

You're ready...

To start a life of your own...

Little girl...

Farewell...


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Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.


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Memoirs of The Damaged

Imagine a small frail girl,
Sitting in the darkest corner of a poorly lit room, 
Only lit by the cautious sunlight that rebelliously shines through the crack in the curtain – if she dares
And thank God for that brave beam of light,
That ray of hope that reminds her,
That though the sorrow may last for the night, the Lord’s joy comes in the morning – for He cares

But please remember this little girl,
Before she discovered the very existence of hopefuless, faith and grace,
She had marks all over her body, memories, each one with a story, begging to be shared– if she dared

In the sinfulness of the night menfolk would come and entice her mother,
Tempt her mother into practicing the secrets of the night,
Time and time again she would watch as mummy would repeatedly, 
Repeatedly give herself to such ungently men, who lustfully enjoyed her company.

Our little girl always hid when these hankering knights of the night came to,
‘play and pay’,
she just wanted to stay hidden away, 
until one day
when the hem of her nightgown,
was visible beside the chair, her cover was blown.
She would never forget the words he uttered, “how much for her?”

She still cries nocturnally,
Remembering his perspiration and dampness all over her tiny frame,
With every roll and satisfied movement,
she felt her soul crush gradually into powder, 
only to be bullied and chased away by the wind.

And the next morning,
After being left like an abused and neglected puppy,
She would wake up with the bruises round her waist and between her thighs,
She would have the sour taste of his manly solutions, 
that had been drowned and gargled down her pint-sized throat,
And she would cry, as she saw her mother counting the money, 
The money her little girl had made,
And that damaged petite mademoiselle,
Would return to her corner, she’d sit and tremble,
Knowing there was going to be another visitor that night, and the night after and the night after that,
For God knows how long

At a young age I learnt the power that a man takes from a woman,
I saw my mum morph into a slave for those sinful sons,
I saw how she gave of herself, dusk to dusk 
and let them take any bit of sanity she had left within her
this insane mindset that she remains in her till today as I write, 
has been the root cause of my scars,
but has always fuelled my motivation, to one day reach the stars.
Men took a woman and brought back a monster,
Men took a woman and somehow transformed her,
From a trouble soul to a ruthless imposter,
This is the end of part one,
I was that little girl,
I’m the narrator.


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Adult As a Kid

I used to be that girl being disrespectful, wishing that someone would pay me some attention. Waiting at my mom’s job, not knowing I needed my father; Mistaking that need with my friends’ father on my side. Bringing home good grades and making momma proud. Seeing her smile made me smile, but at the same time the truth was I hurt her by being grown, but it was addictive. I thought I was cute, my shirt hanging out, small hoop earrings, and my small little ponytails. Wishing I wasn’t standing with a troubled face & looking scared, but I knew I couldn’t hide it. God said disrespectful kids’ days are shortened, now that guilt stirring inside; - lord knows he told the truth.
Surprised now! But who could tell me then I’m not ready for sex, cause now I’m 15, with a permit, school all week, upward bound every Monday, and a boyfriend beside me. My little sisters are here and they’re expecting me to behave properly and lead them on. I’m modeling how to be! They’re modeling after me, inside all I do is cry and complain cause we are products of a failing generation. If it happen that’s life – if it did, forget it! We’re the royal loose family – as good as family matters.
As good as it ever get – cause now I’m up in high school. A good girl gone scared: hiding it behind her laughs. How I make them lie! How he looks in my eyes. Stupid decisions: teachers desensitized. I’m grown now, but all I really am is a teen. I need a way to ease my pain without nicotine.
I need a way to raise my image up so I shine. And now I’m hiding at the skating rank – group of girls looking for me! Follow me to the fastest way to NO where! I’m bout to try and be the queen and act like I don’t care. They recognize me I walk slowly, my eyes an evil glare. I give them all this hate inside - act like its out of NO where! Its crazy, now I know where. I’m guessing I always did (see yourself teaching) its hard to try and be an adult as a young kid. And all the goodness I live, hard to believe that I did… Its hard to try and be an adult as a young kid!


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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My First Kiss

My First Kiss

This is something I will remember for the rest of my life. Wow! It was nice.
Of course, it was years ago, but it seems like it was only a moment in time. Yes! 
Absolutely fine.

My first kiss made me cry. I often wonder why? No need to lie. It was wet and juicy.
After the first, there was a second, and then a third. I mourned and made unusual 
sounds. I was told to hold still and stop acting like a little clown.

No one witness this event, but I remember. It was doing the month of lent. For me, it 
was not entertainment. What was I to do? I was smother and covered.  I didn’t have 
the strength to fight, I couldn’t even take flight. I hear you saying, right! Honestly, it 
happened that night.  

Now! The real truth.  Trust me, I only tell my friends. I was only two, I don’t know about 
you.  She kept looking down at me. I wasn’t asleep, only afraid to open my eyes and 
peak.

As grandmother got closer to my crib, she said “honey baby” give me a big kiss, I began 
to twist. My diaper was heavy and weighting me down, I could do nothing but stick 
around. Mom and dad were in the living room, I cried and almost died.

Now I know what its like to kiss a fish. Grandma almost sucked the breath out of me. 
Her kiss covered my mouth and noise like a giant water hose.

Even today, I don’t like kissing grandma. We touch hands as she fans. For sure! She is 
my best girl friend, but I don’t kiss her.  Because, she will suck all your wind. 

 Love you grandma, you are my best girl friend…

Dr. “G”



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The Grime

She stands by the door waiting for 
her to come, the days finally here 
going home with her mum. 

She's 4 now, almost a year to the 
day, since the childrens aid workers 
came to take her away. 

When she was taken her mom was 
addicted to crack, pulled in by the 
streets and not looking back. 

Mom hustles the streets, living blast 
to blast, hoping this  will help her 
forget her past. 

But now her heart is filled with 
sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean 
up tomorrow." 

Tomorrows come and go but she 
stays on the street, the drug that's 
too hard  to beat. 

Then it happens a sign from the 
gods, something makes her defy all 
the odds. 

Her boyfriend arrested sent off to 
jail, won't be a while til he can get 
bail. 

Now the light goes off in her head, 
she realizes that the street will soon 
make her dead. 

She leaves downtown and rebuilds 
her life, she can't believe why she 
caused all this strife. 

After a few weeks she gets a visit 
supervised, and she changes herself 
seeing her kids eyes. 

She goes back to school and gets 
her own place, help from family and 
friends she rehabilitates. 

Her boyfriend from prison promises 
her the world, says when he gets out 
it will be them and her girl. 

7 months go by her man gets out of 
jail, now this is not the end of the 
tale. 

Now the little girl stares at the door, 
which I'm sure she's done many 
times before. 

Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, 
pretty pink dress her mom will soon 
be there. 

She hears the door handle and yells 
"Mommy",   door opens its not what 
she expected to see.

The lady walks in sad look on her 
face. The young girl knows she won't 
be leaving this place. 

"Sorry honey, mommy can't make it 
today",
"Why?  Where is she?  What did she 
say?"

Her mom sits in the crackhouse, 
drugs in her hand, staring across the 
table at her freshly released  man. 

"Does anyone have a pipe I can 
borrow?"
"Don't worry honey ill clean up 
tomorrow!"
 



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where is caylee rondolet

Where is Caylee?
A little girl with smiling eyes
Where is Caylee?
No one’s seen her around lately
But her mother swears she’s alright
Now Grandma’s nose smells homicide
Where is Caylee?


(*this is supposed to capture the moment in time before they found her body --. for those of you who don't know the story, Caylee disappeard and her mother Casey Anthony told lie after lie about where she was. Caylee's grandmother got suspicious when she smelled the scent of a dead body coming from Casey's trunk. people and police searched for the little girl and eventually found her body buried in a trash bag, duct-taped. Casey just went to trial for it and was acquitted of the murder, much to the dismay of the general public.)


7/25/11

for Dr. Ram's contest


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Someone's Baby Girl

You kiss your pride and joy,
Your beautiful baby girl.
Your every prayer was answered
When she came into this world.
You crawl into bed
And your husband holds you tight.
You turn on the news,
Like you do every night.
When there on your TV,
Is someone’s baby girl.
They show an old picture,
Big blue eyes and pretty curls.
Now she cuddles on her mother’s lap
As they conduct the interview,
Her mother cries and begs for help,
And you’re thankful she’s not you.
“My daughter’s sick with cancer,
And her daddy’s not around.
She was diagnosed four months after
We laid him in the ground.
I work two jobs, and it helps some,
But still is not enough.
Dealing with her treatments
Has been so very tough. “
You try to close your eyes,
But just can’t fall asleep.
That baby girl stays on your mind,
Her pain makes you want to weep.
You walk down to your kitchen
And pour a glass of milk.
You notice on the carton,
A little girl dressed in silk.
At the time she was only give,
and somehow disappeared
playing in her own back yard;
that’s every parent’s fear.
Time has passed, and her mother prays
She’ll find her way back home.
Others tell her to give up,
But her heart will never loose hope.
It really gets you thinking
About your precious baby girl
And how lucky you are to have her,
Your light, your love, your world.
You peak into her room
As she sleeps gracefully,
And you pray for other children
To be as safe as she.


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My first born

My heart my world my baby girl 
From the first time I held you in my arms and 
laid eyes on you, I fell so in love
You are my beautiful baby girl my blessing from above
From your gorgeous brown hair down to the depth of your complexion
You are amazing in everyway mommies bundle of perfection
You are everything I ever wanted in a child, from your bubbly
 personality to your beautiful big smile
Your smart, funny just as bright as can be
You are my first born daughter you mean the world to me
So as you progress in life and grow over time I am so very proud 
To call you a child of mine.


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On Learning

The girl was eight,
And she hated to wait,
Mother laid in bed,
Staring into space straight ahead,
The girl wanted to go play,
But she'd promised daddy she'd stay,
Mommy was sick...but she always was,
So what was the big fuss?
Her mother gasped,
And in her dry voice rasped,
"I'm tired...so so tired. I want to sleep."
The girl watched as her mother began to weep.
Scared, she wonder if she should call the doctor,
She anxiously glanced at the door,
Her mother then began to smile,
"I love you both. I love you and Kyle."
The girl whispered. "Daddy and I love you too."
Her mother's smile grew wider, "I know, I know you do."
She then murmured, "Let me sleep, I'm beat."
The girl watched and sat quietly in her seat,
She watched even after her breathing was no more,
She gazed silently at her peaceful mother,
After some time she observed her father as he entered,
And as he began to cry her vision blurred.
She went into his arms and held him tight,
She smiled and whispered, "Don't cry, daddy. It's alright."
She pointed to her peacefully sleeping mother.
"See, daddy? She's not tired anymore."




Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

Sprouted in soil,
not rich nor poor
surprisingly the seedling grows under
the toughest conditions.

Nature is false, though one may not believe-
the burning in the blistering summer,
the drowning in the spring
the Identity ripped away in the fall
and the double edge of winter,
beautiful and bitter.

Only time has shown appreciation
towards the seedling, giving it
Knowledge,
on a daily basis, now a sapling
strength and wisdom acquired
each new year; something gained
nothing lost

But nature furious at time's progression-
takes the rage out on the sapling;
a branch broken
Time heals this injury
but more are sure to follow as the anger rises,
so does the intensity of these wounds
later a storm progresses
and lightning strikes
the sapling suffers at the rage of nature.

A sole protector stands Alone
guarding the Treasure,
as old and beaten,
Alone, against the world-
Always fighting,
refusing any help, this is Her fight.
heartwood exposed
to nature's elements and insects
that attack the vulnerable possession.

Another joins the fight-
waving away objections
bringing tools to heal,
helping to guard
Giving-in
accepting help-
now two brave the world,
burdens shared, protection from harm,
a sacred Treasure.


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A PERSON/ A PAPER/ A PROMISE

Once on a yellow piece of paper w/green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's &
He had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper w/blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & asked him to
write more clearly &
His mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint & the kids told him 
that Father Tracy smoked cigars & left butts
on the pews & sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames &
The girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot &
His father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about & his
professor gave him an A & a strange steady
look & his mother never hung it on the
kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went & he caught his
sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked & the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

Once on a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


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Dear Mommy

Dear Mommy,
Why did you go away? Was I not as good as the white snow you blew was, my love for you 
not strong enough to help you pull thru? Stuck as the starving child wising to be loved. The 
drink was your friend to busy with to see a small little girl wishing to be that bottle so true. 
You left me mommy with these strangers so cold and bitter, each day born with a slap of the 
belt so few love letters. My sanity took from a girl so young, mommy you should of been 
there to shelter me from this storm. You came back mommy presents anew arms held out 
wide to receive something that this little child was denied. My love for you mommy is no 
more, with my sanity it walked out the door. No words you could say could ever fill the void 
of what i lost is what a mother, daughter bond that will never ever be reborn.


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Where is true love

L O V E

4 letters and is 1 word

But it's ruling the world

Why the love starts with the eyes

As most of us see good looking girls or boys

And we fall in love

We feel our love is true

Why don't we love a blind girl or a boy

Why the love starts with mouth

As most of the boys or girls flirt with their words

And they fall in love

They feel their love is sincere

Why don't we love dumb girls or boys

Why the love starts with physic

When we see a good physic girl or boy

And we fall in love

But why don't we fall in love with a handicapped

Why the love starts with money

If you are rich and most of the girls or boys won't say no

We feel their love is valuable

Why don't we love a girl or boy who is under the poverty line

Why the love starts with friendship

Where we come to know about their choice,character,manners ,etc,.

And fallin love with him or her

We feel our love is forever

But Why our love depend on their character

Why the love starts with a girl or boy

As we say ''I love you more than my life''

And we never care about our mother and father

Why don't we love our mother and father more than our lives

Why the love ends

When she or he leaves you or die and we search for the other one

And again fall in love

But where the true love gone.


Details | Lyric | |

The tooth fairy went next door too...

A mother left the little girl...
left the little girl  and went
next door...

a mother left the little girl...
left the little girl asleep...

the little girl left asleep
had only just turned three...

the little girl awoke to find
her mother gone-
the little girl felt left behind

The little girl got a stool 
and climbed onto the bench-
the little girl couldn't resist

the jar of hundreds and thousands
that her mother kept...

the little girl dropped the jar-
it  smashed and went
everywhere...

these hundreds and thousands
they went everywhere...

like rainbow coloured snow
escaping from a snow globe...
free and happy to roam and explore...
with such excitement 
and curiousness

...the little girls mother stormed
in the kitchen to see what is all
the din...the little girls mother
not happy to see her floor covered
in such mess...

the mother grabbed the little girl
in mid air by her hair...
and punched her with a closed
fist...

the little girls front tooth
flew along the floor and spun
for a while before it came to 
rest...

the little girl stood in shock
and she cried just a little 
not a lot...

the little girls' mother grabbed her
and cried saying over and over how
sorry she was...

...but the little girl knew her 
mother she lied...

...for the little girl knew her mother
would be sorry only until
next time...

the girl was stunned and numb...
for the little girl it was her tooth, the new
gap in her mouth and her mouth 
bleeding was her new worry...

the little girl knew that for her
the tooth fairy would not come...

when the little girl got older...
she now was about ten...her 
younger sisters
would lose their teeth dance round
and round and celebrate...

from the tooth fairy the coins 
they received for them this
was great...

the little would smile and 
laugh...

and say my tooth fairy brings
me hundreds and thousands...

for the little knew...she knew the 
truth would make them sad...

but the little loved her sisters
and for her sisters she was very very
glad...





Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Only a monster could do that

(I'm sorry to say that this is a true story.)

A man did something horrible when his stepdaughter wet the bed.
He beat her violently and sadly she'd soon be dead.
He beat her with his fists and even with a baseball bat.
She was only four years old, only a monster could do that.
Her mother just stood there and didn't even try to stop the attack.
That sweet little girl was murdered and nothing can bring her back.
That situation was very disturbing and it outraged me because it was so grim.
People were waiting outside of his house because they wanted to get their 
hands on him.
The police arrived and put that animal under arrest.
During the four years that the girl lived, the world was truly blessed.


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


Details | Sestina | |

Moonlight Adventure

The beautiful day begins in the house.
At the end of it, all that’s left of it is the moon,
Shimmering in all the night’s light.
A door to another world opens.
The only movement is a page turning in a book. 
Suddenly, without notice, an inconceivable object drops.
	
The thing jumps and twirls and once again drops.
A person from another time, the future, enters the large house.
The man, pacing back and forward, finally sends away the hovering book.
He magically transports it to the glistening moon.
Something like a black hole, a portal inexplicably opens.
The book vanishes in a fading yellow light.

The visitor sees something bright, a room full of light.
And inside, a piece of paper from the hands of a child drops.
The door of the room slightly, quietly opens.
A child and her grandmother are drawing and inscrutable house.
In a circle and a beam of inconceivable beauty appears the moon.
On the page, like the hovering object, once again, is the sight of a book.

The child explains that she has, many times that year, read the book.
But her grandmother slowly shows the girl the true “light”.
Now, the girl understands that she was wrong, and now appears the moon!
It comes closer and closer, and then, like a shooting star, down it drops.
The planet has gone down from the sky to have a conversation in the house.
The moon elegantly flies in, as large as an elephant, and its mouth opens.

And now all of the people come close together and a road opens.
The grandmother and child are guided by a rather large book.
In time, the home disappears; they have left the house.
The book vanishes, and all that leads them is a guiding light.
The key to a room, calmly, as if carried by the wind, drops.
“Come in and let’s have a talk,” says not a person, but a face in white, the moon.

The grandmother is surprised, for she is seeing the real, live moon.
A beautiful and long conversation through all the night opens.
Then as dawn arrives, blood-red, the tone of their voices drops.
Grandmother and child come out of the wonderful book.
Outside it is day, a new beginning, another lively light.
They walk o’er their field and talk till’ they reach the house.

In the morning, the otherworldly man leaves the house.
Also, he disappears in a now magnificent golden light.
That is the end; there are no more pages in this book.


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The Ugliest Girl in the World

I’m the ugliest girl in the world
I hide on the outside
With make up
With curls
When I’m thin people like me
Congratulations!
What an achievement
For abandoning myself
When I’m fat, people like me
Ugliness peeks through
So witty!
So smart!
So talented!
Thank god she’s fat!
In between
Mother says with mother bias
What a pretty face
Father says with male bias
I’m an 8 out of 10
Thanks, Dad
Lovers know what I want to hear
But won’t say
It will seem false
It will be false
After all
I am the ugliest girl in the world

Lovers compliment others
Words never said to me
For I am ugly
If I had the right kind of knife
I’d carve an X into my face
Diagonal
Right to left
Diagonal
Left to right
X-ed out
Then there would be no question
It’s the wondering that kills me

Maybe, maybe it doesn’t matter
Maybe, maybe I’m pretty
This woman lives in me, somewhere
Battling my ugly
Battered by my ugly
In me, two people who despise each other
No one sees my wounds
Agonizing wars, b*tches brawl
If I had the right kind of knife
I’d cut them right out of my chest
Leaving a void
Where the pain was
A void
My ugly pain
MY ugly
Where would I be without my ugly?


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The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



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The man with the picture

The Man with the picture
 
The little five year old girl with a smile so sweet
Answered the door with no shoes on her feet
She looked up to the guest standing at the front door
The man holding a gift so she wanted to see more
 
She called to her mommy who 
was making dinner for two
“mommy” she said “a man is here to see you”
The man took off his hat as she invited him in
The sweet little girl noticed a tear run to his chin
 
She grabbed the mans hand as they walked through the door
The man sat on the couch the little girl sat on the floor
As her mother walked in the room her mother started to cry
“Mommy why you crying” I don’t understand why
 
The man pulled out a picture of a man she recognized well
It was the same picture she saw up on the mantle sill
A picture of her daddy with the little holding his hand
Walking on the beach with their toes in the sand
 
He gave the picture to her mommy and hugged her so tight
Both sobbing and crying something didn’t feel right
The little girl stood up and hugged her mommy round the knee
She asked “was it something I did and are you mad at me”?
 
Her mommy choked back the tears and said “honey its not you”
This man knows your daddy they’ve been friends since you were two
She told the little girl the news no one ever wants to hear
Daddy went to heaven as she brushed back a tear
 
The little girl then smiled and said mommy “it’s Okay”
Daddy came to visit when I was asleep the other day
He sat down to play with me and told me Gods plan
And told me to be brave and we would be together again
 
He told me a man would come by with a picture of him
That would be holding a gift as a tear rolled down his chin
He told me he did what any brave daddy would do
He died for this man that has come to visit you
 
He hugged me and then he said his Goodbye’s
He told me he loved us and said for us not to cry
He said he had a message he wrote on the picture for you
His last will and testament that just said “I Love You”
 
 
The man stood up with an amazed look in his eye
Not sure if to smile or just stand there and cry
He said with a quiver “I just don’t know what to say”
The little girl grabbed his hand and said “we’ll be Okay”
 
Daddy’s watching over us he looks down from above
He comes in my dreams and sends us his love
Go away knowing and feeling the vive
That I’m a big girl now. I just turned five
 


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A Girl I Once Knew

She was quiet
Almost shy
And kind.
I was crude
Rough
In a hurry
I only thought of me
She thought of us.

When we dated
We frequented local places
Never venturing beyond
Our quiet town
We had some good times
But I grew tired of the sameness
I wanted to see the world
Meet the smart money
Feel the hustle
And take in the give.

Eventually things faded
Our calls were infrequent
Her voice became cold and formal
A tiny crack seeped between us
Growing into a fracture
That couldn’t be healed
When it ended
We went on our own
But it hurt me more 
Than I admitted
Walking home that night I bit my lip
To keep from crying.

One day my mother said
She thought she saw her
In town
Holding a young child by the hand
She looked happy.
“I thought you didn’t like her” I said
Stopping, my mother searched my face
“I was used to seeing you as a couple that’s all.”


We met by chance years later
We changed
The world changed
Things happened
We stared at each other
Not speaking
Just staring
Standing
At arm’s length 
In awkward silence
I was going to ask about children
But I didn’t
The anguish 
And bitterness of rejection
Was still buried somewhere inside.

We parted the same way we met
Awkwardly
Memories came back
And I realized 
She was comfortable where she was
A place where time moved 
In its own peculiar way
A world of
Small shops
Familiar strangers
Clean streets
A place where mothers 
Kept an eye on their children.
All in all
Not a bad place to live
And certainly not a bad life.

A voice inside my head
Whispered “Who was she?”
I pretended not to hear
When I look back
I remember the time
A girl walked into my life
For a brief moment.
Maybe it was love
Or infatuation
But whatever it was
She was the girl I once knew.








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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


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Father

He Walked Around The House
Feeling Less Then A Man
 Because He Got His Girl Pregnant
There Were No More Chance
 
He Walked Around Mad About Big Things And Small
Because The Girl That Was Carrying His Seed
Didn’t Want It At All!!
 
She Tried So Many Methods Of Giving It Away
Her Family Was Poor So Was His
But He Wanted To MAN UP And Support His Kid
 
The Girl Now Didn’t Want Nothing 
To Do With Him,
So She Tried Her Best To Get Through To Him
But Lies Was Told
And So Many Secrets Was Held
 
The Mother Is Now Full Turn
And She Begin To Get Sick As Hell
Its Not Effecting The Baby
Which He Is Now External
The Sickness Is Within The Mother Internal
 
She Confesses To The Male

"You Are Not The Father" 
As She Lay In The Bed
Took Her Last Breathe
And Smile To Herself
 
Because That Day That Boy
Grew Up, He Not ONLY Became A MAN, He Also Became A Father
To A Fatherless And Motherless Child!!!


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Scarred Hands

One day a Mother saved her new born daughter from a raging flame.
Holding her to her bosom,calling out Jesus name.
A Mother love is something only God understands.
The Mother wore gloves to cover her Scarred Hands.

One day when the little girl was older,
She asked her Mother why she always wore  gloves?
She said her hands were scarred and ugly she didn't want her to see
Ths gloves was just another way of showing her love.

One day the little girl pulled the gloves off her Mother Scarred Hands.
She said Mom these hands are not ugly, they are beautiful to me.
These hands are full of a Mother love.
These hands are Scarred Hands of love.

One day the little girl was at Sunday School.
The teacher ask her why her Mother always wore gloves?
Then the little girl told the story how her Mother saved her from the fire
The gloves were a symbol of her love.

Then the teacher told her story about a man who had Scarred Hands
Jesus hands became scarred when He was hung on the cross to save us.
With Jesus on the cross and His Father sharing His love from above.
Jesus also had the Scarred Hands of love


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The Piece of Hair and the Little Girl

The little girl was in her bathtub.
She was minding her own business.
When long came floating by a lonley piece of hair.
Omg the girl screamed bloody murder.
Her mommy came running in only to find a piece of hair,
All she could do was laugh and tell her child to calm down its ust hair.
The mommy left and the girl screamed again, so the mommy came back in
only to find another piece of hair floating in the tub and a piece on her daughter.
She made her ge out of the tub and told her again
It's only a piece of HAIR!!!!!!!!


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She's a Runaway

While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


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Princess and Ninja Turtles

A little girl 
Sitting on the floor of her room 
The walls are decorated with princesses, knights, and dragons
The little girl not playing with dolls or ponies 
But playing with boy toys like transformers or ninja turtles.
Her face painted with greens and black paint
Her pink clothes painted the same colors
Her dark brown hair cut short that she did herself.
A mother wanting a girly daughter standing at the door of the room 
Rushing to her daughter to look what she has done. 
Takes the toys away from the little 5 year old girl
Yelling at the child 
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THESE TOYS ARE NOT YOURS. YOUR A GIRL YOU PLAY WITH DOLLS"
The child just looked up at her mother and smiled "Momma, its okay to be different."


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The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





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No is all you ever say

There you was standing in my way
Each and every day
No is what you always say

Like when I was six and wanted to fly
You said no took my wings and made me cry
If I had jumped out of the tree I would have died

And the time that the senior had asked me out
You said no and made me shout
Two years later he went to jail for rapping that girl and still is not out

Or the party that girl had with no parents there
You said no Even though dad did not care
The cops were called and found drugs everywhere

You was always in my way
And no is what you always say
Thank you mom for being that way

Now I am the one who has to be in the way
And no is all I ever say
Maybe my boys will understand someday


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One more moment ....

I can never describe my loss into grief
You were stolen like a thief would take his jems
You were the jewel I grew with 
You taught me much and now I need you so much
When all was crumbling inside you reached for me 
You knew my spirit you knew me well
My love My friend My everything 
As a young girl I laughed with you 
Your smile I hold dear I miss your tender kiss 
I love still with a unbearable pain thats deeper than deep
Too me I grew knowing you were by myside 
And now I need your loving arms they are not there
Just held inside of me I want to be where you stand now 
To see the light that shines within my grandmothers heart
I want to hide inside your loving mind 
Your smell of sweetest perfume on my cheek 
Your powder on my sleeve and lipstick was never was far
If only I could sit and speak to you just once more
It all seems so far away now but still I crave 
Just to say I love with all my heart and to give you a smile 
Just one more minute is all I needed no I lie just one more life for us to share
I love my grandmother oh yes even though I miss you with so much despair
I promise to be the girl you loved the woman you watched grow 
The mother in me you were proud to share with me 
But I still wish you could be there to make my fears leave ....

I will always miss my grandmother x


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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens


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Norman Bates Tells His Story

Norman Bates Tells His Story

By Elton Camp

Nobody seems to care about the fix I’m in,
So it’s time the true story of my life to spin.
I’ve had no father ever since I was a little child.
Reared by a mother who’d drive anyone wild.

“You have to do anything I tell you to.
Any disobedience you will come to rue.”
She said it would bring a life of strife 
If I ever dated or dared to take a wife

“A boy’s mother is his only true friend.
If you forget that, my life you will end.”
And so since didn’t want her to be gone
I obeyed her and grew up so much alone.

By her rules for me, she didn’t abide.
And then a second marriage she tried.
Her new mate made my life a living hell.
And then he spent her money on a motel.

“Norman will do all the work,” he said.
“Clean room showers and make the bed.”
The motel made bushels of money at first.
Then what happened was about the worst.

A highway was built to by-pass the town.
Then only a few travelers did come around.
The lack of customers made him get mean.
“Lazy Norman doesn’t keep the rooms clean.”

My Mother backed up his talk so tough
Until I finally had heard quite enough.
I decided what it was I had to do
Quickly, quietly I did kill those two.

But afterward, I felt much like a louse
And pretended she was still in the house.
I found that it made me feel better,
When I imitate her voice to the letter.  

When a pretty girl took a room for the night,
I found that put me in a state of pure delight.
If she gave any encouragement to me,
The face of my mother I began to see.

“Norman!  That girl is just a whore.
Why did you let her come in the door?”
My mother’s words I just had to obey.
To remain alive I couldn’t let her stay.

Nobody will know she was ever here
I dump her into the swamp so near.
I did that very way, time after time
Till it didn’t seem much like a crime.

The day finally came. Luck ran out.
The sheriff took me in with a shout.
“Norman, I’ve learned about your sin.
Now be prepared, prison time to begin.”

The psychiatrist found out it wasn’t me.
But that Mother did the murders, you see.
While I was wearing a wig and a dress,
To those horrors my Mother did confess.


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In my head and In reality

 I know a place where many people would like to visit but cant. I know a place where a lot
of people don’t know I go. I go to this place when no one can get a hold of me. This place
is full of music, it got vivid bright colors. The music plays all the time. I have a
husband with no face and kids with no faces. But lately those faces are blurry. Getting
clearer, at least for the husband it does. The colors though, bright and beautiful, show
all the meaning in this place I go to. The blue so blue that its bluer than the ocean. 
Bluer than my eyes and yours as well. The house is built just to my liking. The cat walks
by and looks up at me and meows. The dog barks in the back ground, the fish makes bubbles,
and the kids giggle in the other room. I’m in the kitchen cleaning and making dinner while
I hear the TV on in the living room and he’s playing a game while talking to the giggling
kids.  I walk in there to see the colors on the screen of the computer as beautiful the
ones I see. The red of the shirt he is wear and the blonde of his hair. The giggle that
pierces my thoughts and I turn to see the little girl all full of joy. The couch ruby red
just like the ruby I wear around the neck. The diamond on my finger is shinier that I've
ever seen. The earrings in my ears dangle around my neck. Then the cry of the little boy
needing his diaper changed laying on the dark emerald green blanket with the yellow
giraffe on it. In walks the sandiest of brown and white dogs with so much energy that her
face looks like its almost smiling.  The cat comes in from the other door and rubs
affectionately on the little girl whose laugh punctured my thoughts just moments before. I
look back at the little boy on the couch whose cries now have punctured these thoughts. I
turn and walk over to him. I pick him up and say why you crying my little man. His tears
fade and a smile comes to his face. In this place I'm finally me and I'm finally happy
again. This is my place and no one can take it from me.


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likes a girl in trinidad

He likes a girl in Trinidad


He likes a girl in Trinidad
Meet her on maracas beach
Before he came back to New York
Take her number so  she can be reach

He wish if he could skype her
 She won’t let him buy her a computer
He wants to take the relationship
To the next step he’s fallen for her

She won’t accept gift from him
She’s such a decent girl
She said if they married 
Then he can offer her the world

And he wonders what she’s doing
Right now at home
Is she thinking of him
And feeling all alone

 He wonders what she’s wearing
A dress or a skirt
And if she knows he miss her 
So much it hurts

 If He didn’t need his job
 He will be in Trinidad right now
But soon as he get vacation
He coming to Trinidad he vow

She tells her mother in her gallery
Bout a boy in New York
Her mothers said get   your food
And eat while we talk

She said she loves him
And he ask to marry her 
And next time he calls 
She will give an answer

Her mother said 
You have to follows your heart
If two people love each other 
Then nothing should keep them apart

He come form America
The whole street attend
It’s about a hundred 
Invitation was send

Amanda eating an ice cream
Watching from the street
The mother tells her when you finish
Come and sit down and eat

I could not go to the wedding
To busy over here 
But when the couple comes up
Will carry my gift, sit down and have a beer


 


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secrets

i may not be a mahammod ali but my words will float like a butterfly and sting like 
a bee
now there was this baby girl who was so unaware and didnt understand why 
daddy used to run his fingers through her hair and lay next to her while tuggin at 
her underwear See mommy never knew what was going on because sixteen 
hours out of a twenty four day mommy was gone and know it is two days before 
her daughters tenth birthday baby girl is dreedin it like its about to be her worse 
day daddy touchin her in inapproriate places was the first phase suddenly her 
mother realizing her daughter is always in a daze
happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday dear alexis happy 
birthday to you
as i close my eyes and begin to make my wish
dear lord please dont let daddy ask me for another kiss
visions of the past came into my mind daddy touching me down there until my 
vagina bleeds puttin his body parts on mine tellin me its okay no daddy! it is not 
okay you have made me into the monster that stands before you today good night 
alexis i hope you enjoyed yo birthday her mother calls i have to go to work i will 
see you tomorrow be good for daddy i love you good bye no mommy please dont 
leave me here aline alexis began to cry. whats wrong baby girl are you having a 
bad day no mommy scary and bad things happen to me when you go away her 
mother chuckled and gave her a kiss on her forhead goodbye and left her 
daughter in the care of her husband as a tear fell from her daughters eye as the 
front door closes the bathroom door opens and there in her doorway appears a 
figure not a father figure but a figure of her father with a grin on his face and his 
dick in his hand telling his only baby girl his is going to make her a real wo-man! 
but daddy its my birthday and im--im ready to go to bed hush your mouth baby girl 
and give daddy some head well you know how that story go 
six years later cant even walk the halls of her high school without being called a 
hoe. people look at her but people dont see her people hear her but people dont 
listen to her well listen to this she is not a garden tool you cannot used her and 
abuse her like some kind of fool.
then throw her in the corner when you are done and expect to pull her out again 
when your ready to have fun 
the moral of this story is to stop look and listen but her mother never did that 
now she must stop look and position flowers on her daughters grave because 
yesterday ladys and gentlemen alexis died of AIDS


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Where Did They Go

The girl with the lustful eyes and the mini skirts, where did she go?
I see her physically but for some reason the wondering eyes and mini skirts no longer show.
The guy who would drink every night until his eyes closed, he is no longer here.
I see him physically but for some reason the drunken nights with Vodka, Whiskey and Rum have disappeared. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl with the piercings and tattoos that were placed at the small of her back?
I see her physically but for some reason now piercings and tattoos are what she lacks.
Where is the guy who danced in the club Sunday through Saturday with no day to rest?
I see him physically but for some reason he will not step foot in the club anymore, he confessed. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who treated every man like her husband and gave him lust on another degree?
I see her physically but for some reason she now does not have sex before marriage no matter how much he pleas. 
Where is the guy that hit and curse women like his mother and sister since the age of fifteen?
I see him physically but for some reason now he treats his mother and sister like queens.
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who was so depressed that she cut her wrist just to get attention when she felt alone?
I see her physically but for some reason the cutting has cease and now she is getting help to make her secret problems known.
Where is the guy who had sex with girls night after night just to prove to his friends who was on top?
I see him physically but for some reason the random sex acts with random girls have stopped. 
Where did they go?
They were tired of the life they lived and decided to kill what held them back the most,
They stopped feeding their flesh, until the flesh became ghost.
Giving up the ways of the world, and started living like the ways of Christ they were born again, 
No longer wanting to stray away from GOD and live their life through sin. 
So where did they go?
They went in the direction where there is everlasting life,
Living for GOD, now saved, now a husband, and now finally a wife. 


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Haystack

Been looking for love
And I know it’s very near  
But every time I find it
It always seems to disappear

Maybe I don’t know what
It is really I’m searching for
What if I had it already?
And let it walk out the door

I feel so lost in this world
With a monkey on my back
Finding some one to love
Is like a needle in a haystack

Though I found some one
But I was so wrong about that
She made it crystal clear 
When she hit me slap

So I said ok no problem
Just another notch on my knife
Another pair of high heels 
Stepping all over my life

Went down the road too far
And I can’t make my way back
 Just left wondering lost
 Like a needle in a haystack

Why do we hurt our self? 
For those who are not worth it
If my grandmother was alive
 Would say stop being so stupid

My Grandmother was very smart
It’s like she can see the future
If she says that girl is trouble
Bet your dollar it ends in disaster

So from today I’m done
 Stop looking for love completely
If a girl wants to give me her love
She has to come to me

We know it’s not going to happen
So why give my self a heart attack
When it’s clear for me to see
I’m just like needle in a haystack


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Little girl

The little girl that cries and cries 
as her mother is intoxicated with the most foul liquid on earth
the little girl the cries and cries 
because her mother drinks to deny that the man she adores can touch the child she loves
the little girl that cries and cries because shes is being neglected,force to express her 
emotions threw a blade
the little girl that cries and cries because she sees a reflection of great disgust
the little girl that cries and cries 
as the blade penetrates her skin
the little girl  cries and cries till she cries no longer


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These words

A girl
A boy
A mother
And father

Share their pain
In a way 
That we don’t understand
In a way that seems absurd

The girl sheds a tear on a lost soul
The boy carves a spear in buries it in a hole
The mother burns her clothes in a matter of despair
And the father hides himself in the dark lair

We don’t know why they do these things
Why they endure so much misery
We don’t want to even look on the choices
For so much pain should not be made

We all are the mother and the father
The girl and boy
We all have our pain 
We endure the same misery

But listen close and hear my words
There is a savior who takes your tears
And washes your face in the river of yesteryear
Give him your problems make it better

This I tell you 
And this you should do


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Divine Intervention

Beautiful little girl
Devastatingly beautiful
The birds would start chirping when she walked past
Her mother’s daughter they all said
A mirror image
 
And suddenly she was shocked by love
5 years old being undressed like a doll
Caressed and bathed so lovingly
Such gentle touches
That no one suspected
 
Mother found a new piece to her heart
Wedding bells chimed
And a new father was born
5 years old she was…just 5
 
This beautiful little girl found love in her “new” father’s arms
He held her close, sometimes too close
But no one suspected
She didn’t know this love was pain wearing a mask
She learned that love was…
Shielded from the eyes of her mother
Night visits to her room from her father
Year after year
For 15 years this was the love she knew
 
She felt invaded, alone and abused
She told her mother
About her new father…the man her mother loved
She didn’t acknowledge, wouldn’t bring herself to see
What the water so clearly replayed in her view
The mother knew, just knew
That her husband would, couldn’t ever
Never…bring pain to his daughter, never
 
Little girl, what does it feel like to be loved?
It feels warm, and wrong but gentle
Strong hands unclothing you
Caressing your body as if you are a grown woman
With a glorified body to worshipped and pillaged over
Little girl, what does pain feel like?
Closed doors…darkness…my father…naked
Hopeless
 
Beautiful little girl
Devastatingly beautiful
Pain paraded as love
Molestation masked for discipline
When your daughter cries out
When she cowers in corners
And doesn’t trust the dark
When she says love is just another word
Just another synonym to let him abuse her
Trust what she has to say…
 
I was that beautiful little girl and now I am a woman plagued with fears
Some nightmares you cannot outrun
And some memories only God can wipe away
The blood of all my pain is on my mother’s hands
"I forgive you"
Beautiful they say…
It’s a mask for something more


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Silly Girl

Silly girl get your mind out of the sky and your head in the books. He prefers a girl 
with brain over a girl with just looks. Silly girl pick up you pride and unravel your 
confidence. You can't always have someone to cling to you have to have some 
independence. Young lady protect your temple and show some respect. You 
keep showing off what god gave you ,you will live in your regret. Silly girl 
upcoming woman you are but a little child you have been. You have to keep up 
with your age your not ten. Silly girl of you to go against what your mother has told 
you to do. You mother is a one in a million and a one of a few. Silly daughter don't 
let that boy fill you head with nonsense. Listen to what mind is telling and lead 
with you head and not your body. Silly mother box up your past and unpack your 
future. This little girl needs a positive role model to look up to. Silly woman throw 
away your disrespect and take back your frame of mind. You can always change 
your ways but you can't change your heart. What a silly girl you were and a great 
woman your are now. I'm proud of you so keep that point of view.


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CHAPERON

I took my girl to the ice cream parlor,
to buy her and ice cream cone.
when we got there, her mother was there,
she had to be chaperon.

How  can we be with each other?
when she always with her mother.
We cant even hold hands at the picture show,
her mother got to be there where ever we go.

Now that we are getting older,we thought it would get better.
Wrong it got worst.
Now when ever I want to kiss my girl,
I have to kiss her mother first.

Now that we are dating,
I asked my girl to take her to the prom.
Wouldnt you just know it,
she was chaperon by her mom

Soon we will be getting married,
and have a family of our own.
Her mother said if we have a daughter,
remember she will have be chaperon.

We love her mother dearly,
but one thing we dred.
When we are making love,
she will be watching from under our bed.


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little girl

Embony darkness fading 
in the distance,
watching as the little girl cry to the moon
mother come back mother why?
with hope all lost the mother died...
rain falls from the heavens
and the little girl says
"mother now i understand..."


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Christmas wish for momma

Don’t cry my very own little ones

I assure you I’ll be alright

For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus

For Upon you I shall shine a light

Maybe within the big bright sun

Or maybe the twinkling of a star

But may you find the comfort in light 

Of knowing from you I’m never far.

I’m on the glistening green grass

Within the bright morning dew

I’m in the warm breeze a blowing

Blowing my kisses right to you.

I’m in the soft gentle rain

That falls upon your face

I’m in those pure white blankets of snow

Holding you in my embrace.

I’m in the moon that shines so bright

On your darkest nights

I’m always in that great big blue sky

To show you your guiding light.

 So never feel you are all alone

Or you never have a friend 

Because I’ll always be right beside you

From now and all throughout the end.

I’m everywhere you go

And in everything you do

I’m in your heart and in your soul

For my love will always follows you.

The little girl watched with boundless tears

As her angel slowly faded away

“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said

“I’ll see you on Christmas day.” 


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Don't Be Afraid

For several days her daughter would say
The angels said, "Don't be afraid"
Her mother simply dismissed it
Like it was a childhood game she played

But soon she started to worry
For the little girl kept telling this tale
She also said she talked to Jesus
And she described it in such detail

She told her mother that Jesus said
Tomorrow, He's taking her home
The little girl was only three years old
These things, she couldn't have known

Her mother was just a little concerned
For each day it was always the same
Was it just a little girl's imagination?
She was sure it was a childhood game

Well tomorrow came and all was fine
And her daughter never uttered a sound
So she fiiled up the pool, only eight inches deep
And that's where, her little girl drowned

Now, this story is true, every single word
For it happened to some friends of mine
This story took place many years ago
And their grief grew more distant in time

But I just couldn't imagine, the pain that they felt
As they remember what their daughter would say
The Angels would tell her, "Don't be afraid"
And that Jesus would take her away








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My little girl

Sleep my little girl sleep 
after a long windy day, 
of bloodless war 
sleep my little girl sleep 

my heart striving to come to your world 
i feel lonely here 
pity, my eyes are fully bright 
searching through the cloud 
to catch a glimpse of you 
in the beautiful world you are 
a place of rest 
sleep my little girl sleep. 


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The Unborn child

It’s really dark and wet in here;
What are they giving me?
Is this beer?
Closing my eyes and lips,
I am hiding behind the hips;
Oh my, I see smoke,
Watch out I am going to choke.
Trying so hard to hide,
I open my eyes wide,
I hear somebody beginning to cry;
Is it a girl or is it a guy?
The crying makes me sad,
The smoke makes me mad,
The beer does not taste good,
This is a girl that I am hiding in,
Why is she committing such a sin?
She decides to give me life,
She might as well kill me with a knife.
I am not even born yet,
And already life is such a threat.


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Ode To Jamie

I'd never know the joy, they said
To hold, and kiss, and nurture.
But all too soon we did find out
That God had planned my future.

That beautiful baby girl I had
Came to my life a' crying.
 She brought so much love to us
To her there was no denying.

The terrible two's, the trying teens,
The years passed by so fast.
I knew she'd grow up, and pull away
Her dependency wouldn't last.

So as I placed her hand in yours,
you quietly changed her name.
My little girl grew up that day.
My life won't be the same.

She'll always be my baby.
Thank God for blessing me.
Although we share her love,you see
She saves big hugs for me.


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Love You Ma' Ma

 Even though it's going to get better everything seem to be torn -
I wonder what life meant to my mother on the day i was born -
Her first child it was i -
Growed to be her little girl that was quiet and shy -
 Im sure she endured some of her own pain before i came in this world -
As all mother's , Im sure she prayed for the best for her first innocent little
girl -
As i growed to tell the time , able to understand the difference between day
and night -
 Through this cold world i pray not only for myself but, for my mother because 
we' ve both seen the dark and because of her i've also seen the light -
If it wasn't because of her making me go to church ; I wouldn't have known
how to follow direction's in the dark -
This world is like living in the ocean and my eye's is like that hungry shark -
 Everyday, I swim around this world looking for some good food to eat -
I know a shark will eat a human - being but, on the flip side we will eat a animal
that we care so much about we call it meat -
All im saying, is when life do get better i want feel so torn -
 I will stand on my two feet and i will know that this is how my mother felt the
day i her little girl was born -


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PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer

PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer 
PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer 
 
a differ song 

Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee... 
all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives 
wait as ninjas making promises to GOD. 
One man smiles his KNOWING at me another shoots them daggers in me they 
both make promises that they can't keep me with the horror of they lust. Eye like 
children best at how they trust us. A little girl is singsonging and her mother is in 
horror at the man for he must HATE the little girl for making noises WAIT this old 
man loved it he was never very mean about it but secretly he hummed his 
breathe to match the song the little one has hummed. Thinking now only good 
thoughts of his GOD and how some people are just young and how they have 
that innocence of youth just keep the little girl from growing old OH WENDY 
WENDY WENDY please just learn to fly to never ever land with peter pan 
and she is making every word she speaks into a rhyme for she is the offspring of 
the wine the very poese and this poet the loving daughter of mye mamsie she is 
so very in mye heart a world apart but ever near me sometimes she seems to be 
left in me in the places next to mother held so dearly one man HARD as stone 
another yeilding growing older in the recess of the conquest of his time. 
Sometimes it seems this poem could go on forever for this poet would just stay 
and type these words forever and hum a differ song. ...yes ewe its for MARY.




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Revenge of the Zombie

(This is a fictional poem)

A woman showed no mercy when she murdered her daughter.
People were shocked when they learned that this girl was slaughtered.
The mother took a golf club and continuously hit her daughter in the head.
Less than one month later that girl rose from the dead.
She was undead and she was hellbent on getting revenge.
When her mother saw her, she cringed.
As she looked at her undead daughter, she couldn't move because she was so 
scared.
Her daughter grabbed her and threw her down the stairs.
The mother's neck was broken and she was deceased.
Now that justice has been served, that poor girl's soul can rest in peace.


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The Child Within

I’m all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back.
I’ve traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track.
Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek.
Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside.
Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she’s weak!
She seeks to hide.

I’m all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead.
I’ve rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead.
Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found.
She’s lost, but sound.

The child within, they all attack.
The child within, they are all meek.
The child within, they all fed.
The child within, they are all bound.

In a world so far away,
Treasures and castles were her path.
It is where she always went to play.
Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath.
Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew.
Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2007


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Jesus and the angels

Two days before Christmas Eve in New York City.
A little girl named Hope had the heart of a giant at the age of seven years old.
Hope and her loving parents where all together decorating the Christmas tree.
Hope asked her mother, “Mommy will I ever see Jesus and all the angels”.
“One day when it’s your time”, said her mother.
“It would be nice to visit grandma again”, said Hope.
Her mother told her, “You know she’s always looking down on you”. 
“Really”, she asked her father with a big smile.
That night Hope woke up with a stomach ache.
“Daddy, daddy my tummy is hurting again”, Hope cried to her father.
He told her, “Alright let’s get some medicine from the cabinets”.

A little while later Hope got really sick. 
She was taken to the nearest hospital.
The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
Running tests over and over.
Still nothing showed up on the screen until they x-rayed on her stomach.
Finally an answer was found, but a cure was not.
It was all too late for little Hope.
She had developed cancer and it was on the final stage.

Any moment would be time for her to go.
Her parents cried in deep sorrow, thinking how to tell their child that she’s going to 
die.
Hope’s parents walked in the room trying fighting the tears from their eyes.
They asked their daughter, “Sweetie do you remember about the place called 
heaven?”
“That’s were God lives”, Hope said
Her father said, “Well pretty soon you’re going to take a trip there”.
She asked, “Will I get to meet Jesus and all the angels?”
Tears began to rolling down their eyes as they hugged their little girl goodbye.



The funeral was held on a beautiful Sunday morning.
Hope’s mother couldn’t bear the pain any more.
The next night she had a dream about her daughter.
“Mommy I’m coming to tell you that I love you”, Hope said.
She continued, “I know you miss me when you cry but forever I will always be with 
you”.
“Tell daddy I love him too and grandma sends her love”.
“I got to meet all the angels and even Jesus too”.
“It’s almost time for me to go back”.
“Don’t worry about me because now grandma and I are watching over you”.


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She murdered her parents

(This is a true story)

A sixteen year old girl murdered her father and her mother.
She killed them because they tried to stop her from seeing her lover.
When this happened, an entire nation was horrified and stunned.
How could a teenage girl callously murder her parents with a shotgun?
Blood was splattered on the walls, the floor and in the bed and the bodies were 
in a terrible shape.
She pulled the trigger when she learned they were going to have her boyfriend 
arrested for statutory rape.
Her parents didn't know that their daughter was a threat.
This proves that the world is going to Hell in a hand basket.


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Where I am From

I am from a lady called India,
from yellow and black.
I am from the Boogie down Bronx.
I am from 590 Brook, the building
where I was born, it burned
down after the fight, where God
came into my life, and tried to 
take me away; I am from the danger,
my life is worried, I am from a mother
that was lost and was found, my father
never came back, but life goes on, Now
I am a girl that is made into the world,
the new and the old, I was blessed to
be me, I am the moment the world is 
waiting for, I am from the dreams beneath
my bed, I am the girl that cried at night,
I am from the loud noise at the party
next door, it is me, who found you,
I am a person who loves, but can't
forgive, I am from the peace and hurt,
I am from a family that cares about the 
world, I am from the angel that God
called me, I am that picture in the palm 
of is hands, she is the girl that is
different, I am the girl that has the cute
little sister, she is who I am, I am from 
the glass ball, God is who created me,
that's where I 'm from!


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Reversed roles

Come visit my grave.” Is what she said,
To little to have these thoughts in her head.
She’s only a baby she’s eight years old,
Through her, her mothers story will be told.
“let’s move away and start a new life.”
“Maybe my boyfriend will leave his wife.”
Every night drink after drink,
Her mind so clouded she couldn’t even think.
Her little girl so innocent and pure,
Left with no choice but to quickly mature.
The roles some how became reversed,
Night after night it seemed rehearsed.
Pick her up and bring her home,
Pour some wine and leave her alone.
One glass ALWAYS led to two,
Until she didn’t know what to do.
She only four then five then six,
Because of you she learned new tricks.
She learned to cry at nothing at all,
To avoid hearing you make that call.
She learned to say that she felt sick,
Couldn’t you see it was only a trick?
“Your fathers no good I need so money.”
“Don’t look at me like I said something funny.”
“Your to little to understand, But your Uncle 
now is my new man.”
“The time has come for us to move home,
Baby I love you but I need time alone.”
“You’ll go live with Daddy and you’ll start school,
Even though I told you ….he was a fool.”
“When things don’t work out with my new man,
I’ll come get you I’ll have a plan.”
A little girl so lost and confused
Her little heart has been badly bruised.
“Come visit my grave” is what she said,
Her tiny heart left hanging by a thread.


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My Little Girl

I remember when you
Were just a baby 
When I could hold you in my arms 
And rock you to sleep 
Over the years as you grew
You were a little handful at times
We laugh about that now
Part of me loves to watch you grow
And become more independent
Another part of me wants you
To stay my little girl forever

Sometimes I feel so frightened
For I dread the day that you will
No longer need Mommy to
Kiss your boo boos to 
Make them better
I dread the day that you will no longer
Need Mommy to hold your hand 
When you cross the street or
Give you kisses when I tuck you in at night

I will mourn your childhood years
Because it will be the ending
Of a time when you thought
I was the greatest Mommy 
In the whole world
I will miss the times when we 
Blasted the CD player
And danced around the living room
I will miss taking you shopping for
New clothes for school
I will miss our "girls day out"
When we would go to Dillards
And spend a whole day
Getting our hair done
I wish these days 
Could last forever
Because no matter how old you get
You will always be my baby
In my heart you will always
Be my little girl forever


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Views

I am the child of a mother who doesn't care
Who pretends to not see the life I can't bare
I am a the sister of a boy who blames me
Why can't the truth be seen
I am the younger sister of a girl who gets what she wants
Even when she's sitting in cell block three
I am the daughter of a man who isn't there 
How can he understand if he doesn't listen to me completely
I am the older sister to a other girl who is always testing my rage
Can't she the box I'm in is a cage
I am a student of a school that doesn't know
The misery of my life that needs to be shown
I am a girl who wants to run away
Rather than being tortured everyday


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A Mother's Dream



I had a dream one night of a beautilful
baby girl with big brown eyes.

Unable to bear child
I was filled with great joy and surprise. 

I was holding her so very near,
I could not figure out why I was here.

She was looking into my eyes, with such innocence and love.
I knew that God was sending me a message from above.

When I awoke with such dismay,
I thought, Oh no, no way.

But almost one year to the day,
of that wierd and wonderful dream.
I am holding a beautiful baby girl with big brown eyes looking at me.

I now know  that dreams do come true,
Because God wanted me to be with you.

You may not have been born of my womb.
But God wanted me to be a mother to you.



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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 2)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    
  As each day and the third month passed by I was still shocked.  But, my love for you was solid, set firmly in place and locked.  At four months pregnant I felt your fluttering, and at first, thought it was quite bothering.  I also got to hear your tiny heart beat.  The sound was so sweet and pleasing to my ears of course, but at the same time it reminded me of a galloping horse!  At five months I started to feel a little less sick and even got to feel your undeniably, strong kick!  Now the feeling of you moving around and kicking, nestled in my stomach where you resided,  comforted me because it allowed me to know that you still safely existed right there inside me.  From the beginning, my family and I had been hoping that you would be a girl and allowed that feeling to deeply sink.  We went to stores looked at all the girls clothes and imagined how pretty you would be in pink.  At twenty-two weeks on October 13, I had the ultrasound that would determine your health and sex.  Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn’t hear the news that I had expected.  The doctor typed on the screen ‘Boy’ alongside your little wee wee, and I must admit the news kind of upset me.  I was upset because I had gotten used to thinking about all of the pink and the girl names, however no matter what my love for you would undeniably be the exact same.  Boy or girl it makes no difference, because for life my baby boy I am in this.  At almost six months, your name was decided and planned with good meaning behind it.  Jayden Makieh Kelly is who you will come into the world as.  Your name starts with the letter ’J’ just as your dad’s.  Your middle name is Makieh and was derived from a very special person in my life.  He recently passed away and his name was Mack William Sandidge, Junior.  I could not give birth to you and not include him as part of our future.  For almost twenty years he did things that I don’t think could be done by no other.  He provided and took care of me as if he was my father.  Even though biologically he wasn’t, psychologically, and every other way he was.  There wasn’t a limit to all that he gave, all that he shared, all of his love.  I still don’t think I could ever thank him enough, so with your middle name I provided  a small token of such.


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Just a Fling

It started off as just a fling 
Nothing serious a simple thing 
Then my love for her grew deep 
It became hard for me to sleep 
People said we were too young 
Though we were she was the one 
Even still with feelings strong 
I was forced to do her wrong 
Cause I was just a scared young boy 
I played with her like a toy 
Then one day first period came 
I heard that girl shout my name 
I looked at her and walked away 
Not knowing her changes every day 
From the secrets that she had 
I learned that I would be a dad 
My time with her I did deny 
Now I wish I didn't lie 
She looked at me with such disgust 
In my words she once did trust 
How could I put her through such pain 
So I could be arrogant and vain 
Now the day is drawing near 
Would she still love me was my fear 
Or was my timing way too late 
To regain her trust and change our fate 
When I approached with teary eyes 
Her love for me she did not deny 
She told me that she loved my so 
And she never wanted me to go
She formed me to a whole new man
One who could love and understand
So with the largest stomach at graduation
I was her rock her foundation
And as those 9 months they quickly passed
I thought our love would forever last
One night she called and I awoke
When she yelled "MY WATER BROKE"
Just as fast as my happiness came
All my sunshine turned to rain
The doctors made me leave the room
At once there were screams that made my ears boom
I tried to suck it up and hold in my pride
But when I said I was okay it was all a lie
The doctor came out all teary eyed
"the girl u loved, she instantly died"
"but your baby sir she's healthy and safe
6 pounds 9 ounces that is her weight"
When I looked at you all I could do was smile
My pain left me for a little while
Now in you your mother she lives
In the sparks in your eyes and the warmth in your kiss
And though it started off as just a fling
To me your mother was everything


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This is me

This is me 
I'm not girl that you wanted me to turn out to be
The person that put her family first
The girl that wanted to be accepted the worse
They ask me why would I leave you all alone 
They failed to realize that there is a phone
So what if I had stayed
These things I could not trade
This is me
I know it is hard for you to see
I'm no longer the young girl that I once was
I know your asking yourself is this just because
The things that I thought that I would never have to go through
When I think about it all everything you told me was true
If it wasn't one thing it was another
And I always thought to myself why didn't I listen to my mother
This is me 
I wish I could start all over and throw away the key
But everything you do will always hunt you
You see momma I still have no clue
I went from friends talking about me behind my back
To thinking of things to do to get on the right track
I went from heartache from having a abortion
To getting on the right path and solving the poportion
This is me 
Begging so someone to come and set me free
This is me





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The revolving door...

she was raised by a psycho father, 
and a co-dependant mother 

a revolving door on her house 
to accommodate all her mothers' 
lovers' 

her mother partied large 
invited all the street strays 

it was here, the little girl knew, 
she wasn't straight 

...rather different, beautifully gay, 

these childhood memories can make 
or break impressionable minds- 

true love discovered, the spirit uncovered, 
the adult in the little girl realised, 

this child grew up wise- 
she knew instinctively- 

"...that having legs like margarine 
was not the thing to be"... 

to the child, sex was filthy, especially 
with strange men... 

so she set out to discover a love devine 
and found it in a beautiful woman... 

the child, forgave her mother, 
the emotional damage that she caused, 

the daughter vowed and declared 
to not repeat, 
her mothers' habits not to use, 
the revolving door- 

to know her mind-she left behind 
all premeditated desire, 
the little girl recalls the day 
she stood outside hells gate, 

if needed she'd use the fire exit- 
this decision made in an instant 
eliminating fate... 


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A Woman

		Every little girl will one day grow up to be a woman, 
However age does not make a little girl a women. Because not all women know 
how to be a woman.
		A woman knows her sacrifices, and most of all herself 
worth. She knows she holds the want, and need of every man. She knows what 
that man would do to gain what she has.
		A woman doesn't give her all with ease, she knows her 
costs. She's the protector, the provider of her children, and anyone else under 
her wing. The care taker, she stands strong long after he leaves. Struggle heart 
ache, unbarring pain.
		A woman stands strong through all her battles, she 
knows her tears doesn't make her weak, but add to her strength.
		A woman knows you only place your hands on her with 
the gentlest touch, she knows she is not there for you to torture, mistreat, or 
abuse.
		A woman knows is not your woman, but her own woman 
allowing you the privilege to be with her. She also know how to take that privilege 
away, she knows, and demands her respect. She respects herself.
		A woman knows she is not to be mistreated, never willing 
led a stray. She also knows that if you don't have anything to add to her life your 
no good her. She not going allow you to take away.
		A woman knows the preciousness of her body,  she not 
going to allow you to devour her temple without charge. She knows the difference 
between selling your body , and getting what you need.
		A woman knows not only her age makes her a woman. 
Only a true woman knows how to be a woman.


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What the little girl saw one day (2005)

An innocent child one day witnessed a horrific crime
Young eyes paused in a collapse of time
Confused child who began to think and then she instantly grew
All her childhood was lost when she finally knew
The cries of helplessness break her sweet memories like a china toy
The little girl felt ashamed and dirty every time she saw a boy
A man attacks the rights of another
The poor little girl stood helpless as she looked at her mother
Now a grown woman stands never to be the same
She has learned that a victim is never to blame