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Tynesha Peacon Poem
A Husband and His Wife home alone at night with no kids in there sight oh my is that nice? Learning how to live with 4 kids in their home with a low income and a lot more bills to come. Day after day they struggled to live while remembering the life they had it was not looking good. Raising a blended family is hard enough but when you have GOD it is not just good luck. 2 are white and 2 are black it may not be easy but they never gave up. GOD is there through every moment remembering life as you may know it. A husband who lost his job was going through a lot with 4 kids in his home he had to do something it had to stop. He started his own business and he never gave up failing wasn’t an answer so he stood up. A wife who took care of all 4 kids it may be hard to do but she did it even as they grew. She held us tight while we cried at night, but she always managed to kiss us goodnight. She helped us learn each and every day while her husband was working but he was always here to save the day. He was not always there 100 percent of the time but as we know it he arrived right at the nick of time. For school events he tried to show up but if not he was in our hearts for good luck. At times I was blowing up you never gave up, searching for answers was not just a wave that struck. Living life was hard for me when my anger stopped me from living my dream, writing is my answer to reliving my stress but you helped me find out that was not the end of my writing abilities I continue to pray each and every day for the wonderful parents that adopted me to this day, I stand high and proud about what you have done and continue to use you as an example as I grow and what happened to me when I was young.
Copyright © Tynesha Peacon | Year Posted 2015
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Tynesha Peacon Poem
A Child with A Dream with so little to see, homeless on the street with no food to eat… no money in her pocket and nowhere to go she was A Child with a Dream and she never let it go. A Child with a Dream with nothing to see but the concrete she had as she laid down to go to sleep, nothing to say and nothing to do just A Child with A Dream can she make it through? A Child with A Dream who wanted the most to make it to the top as she sat by the light post, the concrete was cold and it was dark outside A Child with A Dream as she watched the night go by. A Child with A Dream with no more to do but to count the stars as they moved. A Child with A Dream with nothing to do but wish one day she will meet a friend or two, as she grew up she knew it was the end but A Child with A Dream never gave in, remembering her past as the days went by a friend approached her and was ready to cry. A Child with A Dream saw her crying but never give in she kept on trying. Her friend came up wondered what happened to all the good times that made her start laughing, looking back her friend said why, why did you run away from them as they were packing? Looking back and wondering why A Child with A Dream just sat there and cried, tears running down her face not knowing why she said her family hated her but she didn’t know why. A Child with a Dream put her head up and her friend said don’t ever give up. A Child with a Dream looking back as her wish came true but was it luck or did she know I never would give up? A Child with a Dream looking at the skies, her friend said I was looking for you do you know why? A Child with a Dream answered no. A Child with a Dream looked at her friend and A Child with a Dream said you wished I was with them, her friend answered yes but do you know why? A Child with a Dream had nothing to do but look her in the eyes. Her friend said I know, A Child with a Dream said her family wished she wasn’t there but her friend said I am your sister do you know I cried as you left and said goodbye? A Child with a Dream looked up in shock and had nothing to say but will you stay if I never give up? Her sister looked up and said come on we will never give up we will be on our way home and you will be able to make up... A Child with a Dream never gave in she went home and her parents were shocked to see her grown up and ready for them. They sat her down with food and water but A Child with a Dream could care no longer… her parents wondered why A Child with a Dream said you wished I left and her parents were confused and they were fighting everyday as the divorce got heated each and every day. The parents felt bad and never let her go as she went to school and her friends were happy and didn’t want to see her go… as the years went by she had a dream to one day help those who had A Child with a Dream.
Copyright © Tynesha Peacon | Year Posted 2015
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Tynesha Peacon Poem
4 Marines Murdered and I am wondering why? He killed 1 Police Officer and I still have no clue but let’s continue and move on, looking back at what is at stake I pray for the families who will be crying each and every day remembering how this coward took 5 lives that fought for us day by day. Protecting us we need more help, remembering how we all felt. On 9/11 many were killed, still wondering why they had to kill. Looking back the violence needs to stop how can we change For Chattanooga sake? Shootings are getting worse people are dying is it really worth that time for the families who are crying? Praying everyday it always works but for some reason someone ends up dead why does it hurt? Never looking back seems to do no good praying for the families to stay strong we all should. Waking up is kind of hard knowing that it is not all good, praying For Chattanooga is all we can do because fighting back and killing wouldn’t solve a thing or two? Looking back will we will ever be ok scared for others that protect us till this day. For Chattanooga keep your head up because God knows and please don’t ever give up.
Copyright © Tynesha Peacon | Year Posted 2015
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Tynesha Peacon Poem
America is great but why do they hate when it comes to racism and the blacks who are in our states? Black or white does it matter can’t we get along or will it take a little bit longer? Violence is wrong don’t you see we look at each other but we are all free, no matter what we are all one, united together or are we all done? Looking back it has gotten worse, we all know why but do we really need this much pride? Black or white we are all people mix it up but we are all equal, no matter what we are here ready to fight is it all clear? Why do we look back wondering why your child is locked up and you are ready to cry? Killing police officers as they fight don’t you get it this is not right? They do their best to keep us safe but when guns are popping and people stay and hate. They fear for their safety every day, but they continue to protect us as we sit there play, they protect our families our children too but we sit there and kill them while you end up on the news. Right or wrong you are done, a second chance you will have no one. Giving up on your dreams is wrong enough keep moving and you will have some luck. The American People fight for their rights but does it matter if we are lowering at new heights? Waiting for change don’t you see America is here but not for free, immigrants killing others in our states aren’t you happy you made that mistake? Running away will not help us America is in danger did it get built up? We fight for our people but is that why we are getting nowhere and so many people are wondering why? Moving on with the military troops haven’t you gotten enough proof? They are homeless when they return don’t you see America is a place where they need to be set free… not on the streets or in the alley but in a home with their family who they need. They have no money and no place to go you can thank Obama he has set that road. A path to destruction has already arrived can you image all the pride? America is great but why all this, the people are one but what have we missed? Fighting a war we continue to this day will not help everyone please sit down and pray. No matter what we have our thoughts fighting over them will never stop. Agree or not America is one let’s stand up and come together one-by-one.
Copyright © Tynesha Peacon | Year Posted 2015
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