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Latonya Sain Poem
East St. Louis, IL
City of Champs
A city with untapped potential and mountains of hope,
A people with great dreams, reaching forward
Looking for ways to manage and cope.
From the outside looking in, it doesn’t appear to be much
Enduring and standing through a lifetime of corruption,
Protected and sustained by God’s merciful & everlasting touch.
Stricken by drugs, crime, violence, and generational poverty,
Financial, social, mental, emotional, circumstantial,
Those are the outcomes that we see.
A lost cause to most, a scapegoat for many, overlooked by some
Except those who live and walk the streets
Experience success and proud to proclaim where they are from!
Each new generation fighting to overcome the mistakes of the last,
Losing an uphill battle, yet we manage to survive,
Eager to provide hope for the future and honor the warriors of the past.
-Poetic Love 10/8/10
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Latonya Sain Poem
Sometimes people and things enter our lives and appear to be everything we want and all
that we’ve been longing for… Sometimes those very people and things are only meant to be
in our lives for only but a season… We create these “ideas,” develop emotions, before
knowing for sure what we have encountered; we find ourselves entangled in the “idea” of
what and how we would like for things to be. Before long, we look up and realize we’re left
with nothing but a bunch of trumped up emotions and a truckload of disappointment.
Sometimes we just need to be brutally honest with ourselves and expose the truth for what it
really is…
Overwhelmed by emotions rushing through like a whirlwind,
How did this connection end before it even had a chance to begin?
It all seemed to be perfect; almost too good to be true,
Without me speaking a word, you seemed to know just what to do.
Glancing in the rearview, holding on to what I’d hoped would come to be,
I must release, disengage, extract, untangle these emotions and quickly get back to doing
me…
Not an easy thing to do but necessary nonetheless and although I desire more-
I must get a grip, pack up these emotions and politely escort them to the door.
I refuse to allow myself to be taken out by someone else’s storm.
Maybe there’s a reason things appeared to be everything outside the norm…
Although this may appear to be tumultuous and impossible to deal,
I must see this for what it is and separate this “idea” from what is real.
Distracted by this diversion, unsure and anxious of what possibly lies ahead,
I must be patient with life and focus on what’s my reality instead…
Instead of creating these ideas based on what and how I’d like for things to be,
I must be still, search God’s word, and allow Him to elevate and position me to receive.
To receive the extraordinary things He has prepared for me alone,
An abundant future filled with peace, hope, true love, an existence second to none.
Although the possibility remains for something to exist between you and I,
I’ll just keep it moving for now, accept my reality, stand on the shore and wave to you
goodbye.
Poetic Love 10/19/10
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Latonya Sain Poem
Seasons
Everything grows in its own season.
Everything that happens, happens for a reason.
As seasons change, new flowers bloom-
New stars & possibilities visible beneath the new moon.
Goodbye to the remnants from past season’s storms.
Once beautiful treasures now left shattered and torn.
Goodbye to the tattered memories of the past
While some things survived, others were never meant to last.
Hello to the crisp fresh air of a new day,
An opportunity to try new things, a chance to get away.
Hello to lessons learned from past pain & strife,
A new understanding and welcome new life.
Hello to new perspective & wonderful things to come,
Possibilities for new experiences, friendships, & unexpected love.
Apprehensive about the unknown and what to expect,
I close my eyes; take a breath and whisper, “ready, set…”
-Poetic Love 9/29/10
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