Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.128.226.211
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
There have been those who said,                                                                        what a privileged life you have.                                                                            People only see what they want to see,                                                               jealousy is a terrible thing.                                                                                  Jealousy makes you ugly shades of green,                                                                as you are totally consumed.                                                                      Where were you when I cried all night long,                                                                 only to find an alligator tear soaked pillow in the morning.                      Where were you when we were married on thirty-five dollars, 
no car~home or jobs.                                                                                   I had no breakfast,                                                                                                         on Friday I would split a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch.                       People have been meaner than I can write,                                                             their words and actions with much delight.                                                   I learned from two ladies,                                                                                                 they both had very similar lives.                                                              Both should have been filled,                                                                                         with hate.                                                                                                  One was,                                                                                                                       it ruined her life.                                                                                           The other lady,                                                                                                               kept love~happiness all around.                                                              Hurt is a troubling thing,                                                                                                   life is filled with all kinds of hurt.                                                               Some hurt you can see,                                                                                                         some hurt you cannot see.                                                                      Hurt is still hurt,                                                                                                              it fills one with pain~tears.                                                                        As for the second lady,                                                                                                         I also believe in love~happiness all around.                                                   I love to give smiles out,                                                                                               did you know they are Free???                                                                     I say~never judge a person on what you see,                                                     you may find an alligator tear soaked pillow in their bed just like me.  
 
 
Date Written: 4/20/2022 

6 Place

Anything You Want - New Poems Only Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required