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Is it easy to look back on the trauma of past
It’s like taking the knife out my back
It cuts going both ways creating path
Oh but we cried oh but we laughed
Little girls playing with dolls in the basement
Unaware of monsters and dangers that cement
The innocence taken and breaking me within
He was in his teens I was about 6 and again
I thought like a child of his suggestion to play
Never did occur to me to be cautious afraid
Never had I heard of the red word rape
And if I did the meaning would escape
Gender roles were set in stone you know
He was the man of the house we played so
I was the wife he could strike or hold
Oh I didn’t know I didn’t know I didn’t know
That he was taking advantage of me
That I was not to blame and I did bleed
He put his thang deep inside of me
But this pain was not my destiny
Looking back in the cracked mirror of past
I’d learn to live despite terrible looking glass
What good can come from rape of a child
Poetry and music and a furious curious smile
It happened that I may break the curse
Write about it and create healing words
For others who experience similar pain
My haunted trauma would become healing rain
Couldn’t understand then the why me
If not you then who dear should it be
You were a gift broken into pieces
But like Tiffany glass art unique and
Blessed to have such a fierce strength
That you can relive it again with pen
Painting a portrait of passion and grace
Not breaking like porcelain stronger in faith
Looking back now I believe it destiny
To make me sensitive and set me free
From the usual childhood of fantasy
I’m a survivor teaching rape 101 to Queens
You are loved and blessed. Your worth is not dependent upon anyone or anything. Shine and believe in yourself. You're a star.
Memories from 2021:
I've written a number of poems, including this one, in support of anyone who has experienced bullying or ill treatment. Remember that you are stronger than you know and that you deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.
Let's be kind to one another. Love, light and blessings.
P. S. Please feel free to share this with anyone who may benefit from it.
And still I rise...
By Michelle Morris
01/02/2021
You foolishly thought that you could put me down; and you foolishly thought that I would stay there...
And you thought that you were stronger than me;
That you could use brute force or even mind games to make me kneel before you...
But I am powerful -
I am a woman unleashed and free;
And I will continue to rise and stand tall, because
That's my destiny...
And still I rise, like the sun does every day -
And still I thrive despite every obstacle you put in my way...
Because I am a goddess for all time -
There is nothing and no one that can ever tame my spirit or hold me back from becoming all that I am capable of being and achieving...
And still I rise...
You can't stop me...
And still I thrive...
Because I am free...
And still I rise...
Eternally...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Free my people from the chains that confine us
From the constant humiliation
And hurtful ways that blight us
Demeaning in purpose
Senseless in intent
Put down your tools of discord and relent
Bring us peace and harmony
And not the constant lament
Free my people from the bondage
Tethered around our necks
That you keep tightening
Causing pain in our mothers breast
Give us peace, let us rest
Let us illuminate the world
Of which we are blessed
Give us opportunities to be our best
Free my people from the maze
Of turbulence, denials, confrontation, and hate
That is inflicted from cradle to the grave
From the subjugation, that is laid
Cant you realize we are the same
Flesh and blood, love and hope?
Free my people so we can be a part
Of a cherished existence
One with a compassionate heart
Free from the strife that blight us
Distorting our existence and daily life
Its our privilege, its our right
Do not steal our glory
Or darken our light
Free my people of the lies
That is portrayed in history
Right before our eyes
Of our glory that is taken
Now heads bowed, we are broken
From the constant onslaught
Of a negative design
That has unhinged our people
Leaving them behind
Free my people from the wanton evil
That is not of god but of the devil
Not of the scriptures, but of a time
When indiscretions and frailties ruled your mind
We call on you to be just
Open your minds, with mutual trust
The pigmentation of the skin is of nature
So how can you praise god
And despise his creation?
For the diversity it heaved
From it's spores, it's seeds
As nature replicates its difference
Why not celebrate this beauty
Why not pay it reverence?
That of the one seed planted
Many trees and branches vaunted
Each a necessary part of expansion
Not to be made a tool of division
But a celebration of diversity of life.
Once a free happy man enjoying the outdoors
Surrounded now by jail bars that don’t bend
Inmate correction to society
A life that totally went apart, and have no name but a number
A place an inmate lives and slumbers
Among the multitudes of other inmates
A Heaven’s sake
No money nor a dime
This is what you get when you commit a crime
Behind the jail cell an inmate could lose their mind
No windows showing a view
Jail time to pursue
No family wants to be bothered in contact
No fact as it is just like that
Prison is no place one should be
Take it from an inmate
No luxury to see
Attitudes high
Fights often break out
An inmate must watch their back as they move about
No decent food to eat
No changing of clothes only what the jail provides
Correction Officers look the other way in being estray
Inmate voice
Having no choice.
It will cold smack you in the face
No regard, no respect, just a hard, straight right
Now you're confused and staggered so you look to plead your case
But no one cares so you better learn how to fight
So put your 'dukes' up and start sticking and moving
Did you think or could anyone think you would be a pugilist?
A mobile punching bag receiving blow after blow but you ain't losing
You're standing in the big ring, showing your worth with powerful fists
In this ring, blows will accost you in the late-night hour
Rudely snatching your sleep and leaving ugly bags underneath your eyes
The next day you're in a fog with no zest or power
Trying to find reason or reasons for your seeming demise
It will grab you and place you in a chokehold
Just sucking the life from your chest
And cause you to spend lonely nights in a hospital where the corridors are cold
Even after you've been released and you return home, you soon find there is still no rest
So fight! Fight you must and will do
Endure round after round and pound after pound
When you stand in this ring, you must see it through
Spectators are watching with prying eyes, just wondering if you will go down
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
I am going to scream
Until you can hear my voice
Coming out of the slick screen.
Stop the odious violence!
There is too much violence and injustice,
In our lives and in our streets.
The authorities and the Police,
These days, are not there for Justice,
For all citizens in our counties and cities.
I am going to scream
That there is too much mayhem on the screen,
Too much unbearable pain for the spleen,
And too much chaos and violence in our dreams.
Stop the killings,
Stop the bombings,
Stop the evil drones,
Stop destroying the zones.
I can hear the cries of the young babies,
I can feel the pain of the innocent children,
I can see the tears of the poor women,
I can understand the weakness of strong men,
I can fully comprehend the fear of the elderlies.
Yes, I sympathize with them and their tragedies.
Yes, I can feel their emotions and maladies.
I can hear the screams
Coming from the streets.
I can hear the cries of our sisters,
I can see the blood of our brothers
All over the streets.
I can smell, feel the pain,
This is insane.
Look at the video tape,
There is a white cloth, a drape,
On a dying body.
This is sad, awful and crazy.
I can hear our people saying:
Hands up, don't shoot!
I can see other victims lying
In the streets, crying
And yelling: Do not shoot!
Nowadays, violence is everywhere.
We are soaked in a bloody terror.
This is hell on earth. It is hard to figure
Out this nonsense. There is too much violence,
And that makes no sense.
The cries of hell can pierce the eardrums.
The Police now have military stuff, bombs
Sub-machine guns, drones, tents
And they can drop atomic crumbs.
There is too much bloodshed in the neighborhood.
Stop the killings, hand out books and food,
To the people, instead of tear gas, and injustice.
Our people's lives matter.
We all had a father and a mother.
We all want to live happily in one piece,
In Peace.
Copyright© September, 2015, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Justice has finally and ultimately prevailed.
The flag of justice and equality is unveiled.
Not only should the guilty commoners be jailed;
Rich, flamboyant, opulent and powerful people
Have their spots in jail also, if they violated,
The laws of the Land too. Guilty purple
Ones must, of course, be incarcerated.
Nobody is above the rules and the law.
Today, I’m giving it to you ‘raw’,
As red as the blood of beef meat.
Justice has finally taken a well-deserved seat,
At the table, on behalf of all to tell it, with ease,
With fairness and with impartiality, like it is,
Somewhere, at the bottom of the harbor, Lady Justice
Is watching divinely and quietly in peace.
Politics is often complicated, filthy and dirty,
And corrupt politicians are evil and naughty.
The dark days of America are rightfully so over.
My friends, slavery and systemic racism are like cancer.
We are still fighting the battles and the vestiges
Of the ugly days in America. The messages
Are loud and clear: nobody is above the law.
Always remember what we read and saw.
Copyright © May 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
A noblewoman
who never sheds scars from fragile eyes,
you won’t hear her inner child cry.
A palette of purple pride hides horrific truths.
We hid behind a small frame, evading the regiment’s reign.
I used to watch you plant us with buds of hope and wonder why
you lived a life starved of chirping joy.
No rays from the serene sun shone upon you to thrive.
Mother, now I’m older and wiser,
I see your petals of pain pulsating in the sky,
losing love in intolerable ways
with no time for glistening goodbyes.
Your kin resided in a tyrannical site,
suddenly slipping silently into the soil.
Their deceptive departures make my blood cells boil.
You chose to linger with a taupe tyrant in a haunted house of hell,
never a penchant for letting your children run in the chill of the sangria storm.
For us to prosper, I now understand why you remained.
You never probed for a rescue, redemption, remedy,
or embarked on a journey for an assembly of tulip empathy.
Your wise words were not lost,
but I grieve for the blushing roses you never held.
I thank you for being a suppressed sunflower locked in a cell.
I know you weren’t under a sad spell
but striving for your offspring to bloom
in a world weighed down by harsh seasons.
The question of whether they prevail only devilish time will tell.
10 Poems That Define Me
Yvonne’s Swan Song – Narrative poem dedicated to all victims of bullying, including girls and boys of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds, including me!
Paralyzed – Dedicated to my father, who had 3 strokes leaving him totally paralyzed for 7 years before he died.
My Amazing Week on the Farm – Pastoral poem that describes life lessons learned during an amazing week when I was 15-years old.
Vanessa’s Song – This poem was written for our dear friends after their 16-year old daughter, Vanessa, committed suicide.
Please Sir – Beautiful downtown Atlanta is the scene for this true encounter for which I am still ashamed after 25-years.
Castles in the Sand – Narrative poem with a moral lesson that keeps me focused on making sure of the more important things in life.
Nasty Panda – A flight of fancy to show my lighter side, and I am not talking about weight!
Green Eggs, Spam and Grits – My Southern-style tribute to Theodor Seuss Geisel, a.k.a. Doctor Seuss.
Love Immutable – The culmination of what I have learned as a husband after forty-six years of marriage.
My Memories – This poem expresses our concern over age-related memory loss, and my prayer that our memories stay fixed and true.