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Hers was a complete change of personality, moods, and friends
Her joyful happy self, turned rapidly sarcastic, mean, and secretive
Her eating habits changed; she did not need food any more.
Stopped eating with the family, painted her room black.
Threw her flute into the garbage. She had outgrown it.
Scoffed that she had ever been a cheerleader, calling them names.
Her friends stopped coming. She made new ones, they were in and out.
None stayed long. Just a few minutes.
Her family saw glimpses of her unhappiness as she ran in and out
Of her room, slamming doors, playing music, not doing her homework.
Her A’s and B’s nosedived into D’s and F’s, and she laughed about it.
Rapid distrust toward her siblings. Name-calling, which had never happened.
Stopped going to school until it was nigh onto impossible to keep up.
Sneaked out of the house at night; they never knew where she would be.
Left in cars with people she did not know. Parents blamed her friends.
It was their fault, not hers. She was their princess. She was perfect.
Secrecy became the norm. Her laughter became loud and ugly.
Her prettiness was gone; her hair was dingy. She stopped wearing deodorant.
Grandparents wondered where she was at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
They were given many lies from parents and her siblings. Everyone covering.
Not my child! They said when the possible truths were pointed out.
That does not happen in our neighborhood.
We are not that kind of parent.
Our child would never be an alcoholic or a drug addict.
The entire family circled the wagons,
refusing to join neighborhood barbeques.
The children were taught that the people at church
were do-gooders, and look-downers.
The children were taught that the neighbors
they once adored were now the enemy.
They were protecting the princess,
who seldom came home, sneaking in and out,
When they were asleep. Not in our family! They said. Not in our family!
The do-gooders and down-lookers were prominent at her funeral.
They had raised children also who had been lured into
the terrifying swallow-up world of drugs and alcohol.
They had so many stories; horrifying real life stories
they had never shared even though they had innumerable
opportunities at church functions and bar-b-ques.
Folks may not get you or understand
you and that's ok.
You're learning and growing, trying to
make sense of the world.
I get it; you don't even understand why
you do things you do.
But don't let negative people mold you
into their perceptions of you.
You may be young and still finding your
way,
but don't let anyone tell you something’s
wrong with you.
Your quirks and flaws are a part of you,
no one is perfect, not even your haters.
Be your own cheerleader and tell yourself
positive affirmations when you are feeling
low.
There's going to be a select few in your
corner that will have your back no matter
what. Who are they? You might ask?
They are non judgemental folks that
accept you for being your unique self.
They will not try to conform you into
what they want you to be.
Finally walk with your head up high.
and don't be too hard on yourself
when you make mistakes. Because
mistakes and failures are opportunities
to grow and learn new things.
Contest:Your Advice To The Youth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
12/2/2020
They survived the Great Depression, my parents did
living from hand-to-mouth for over a decade
Took any job they could get, and were grateful for it
working 72 hours a week for a ‘salary’ of twelve lousy bucks
My father watched grown men cry and jump out of tenement windows
ashamed that they could not provide for their families – two or three a day, he told me
My mother heard ‘dirty Jew’ hurled at her so often
she became obsessive about washing her hands and face…
…Yet when it came time to serve their country
they were first in line for the privilege of seeing America through WW2
Fighting side by side with fellow un-hyphenated Americans
Jewish or Catholic, from Italy or France – didn’t matter
Americans all, they fought their hearts out for the Stars and Stripes
for the land of the brave and the home of the braver
******
And now, it pains me to see what we’ve become on the cusp of our 250th birthday
Capitalists fleeing our signature city, NYC, run by an unrepentant socialist radical
‘Woke’ Governors, Congressmen and Mayors giving away ‘stuff,’
Free health care, free college, free food, free rent, free bus service, free, free, free
The greatest public misfit of any age, Bernie Sanders, the cheerleader egging it all on
And the devil himself, George Soros, quietly financing the destruction of the country
America! that saved his life, granting him refuge from the Nazis
******
May my mother and father, and their entire generation, rest in peace knowing they made
America great once and made us all so proud.
Inspired by our music. Don't allow anyone to change your exquisite melody.
Your exquisite melody
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2025
Deep within your Soul
Is the memory of your music
Your exquisite melody
That vibrates in your DNA
It holds your unique frequency
How Heaven knows where you are
All that blessed Starlight and Stardust
The memories of joyful Stars
Don't let anyone try to change it
Don't get caught up in the World
Focus on your own essence
You have a right to be heard
Be your own best cheerleader
Love yourself and know your worth
For you are loved by the Universe
God and His Angels watched your birth
You are known by the Celestial Ones
You are special and have a Purpose
No one could ever be you
So don't try to be anyone else
Become your best in every way
Let your Light shine brightly come what may
Keep playing your own exquisite melody
Let your music win the day
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Dear Lady,
I heard you say that you still trust President Trump
to do almost as good a job as he says he is doing,
despite all the lies,
because "they all do that",
just say whatever the audience of the moment
would most like to hear.
Really?
I believe Abraham Lincoln,
our first Republican President,
would be surprised to hear his Gettysburg Address
was "telling them what they want to hear"
in his best cheerleader,
go, fight, win voice.
And it seems to me that Thomas Jefferson,
one of the PreRepublican forefather type Presidents,
would object to hear his rather specific name-calling
Declaration of Independence from plutocratic,
and perhaps greedy, and maybe slightly cynical, Elitists,
was just telling the good King what he really wanted to hear.
But regardless of whether our quality standards for Presidential integrity
should reasonably be expected to go up,
now that we're into our 40th-something incarnation of this Office,
or reasonably be expected to go down
after the first two or three, or sixteen,
or whatever
back in ancient integrity times,
when the premillennial pubic person was worth his/her word
in trust repaid.
How can you trust a President
who is significantly less sure of your right to health and climate care giving
and receiving
for yourself
and for our multiculturing grandkids,
than was the former President?
How is that going in a direction that you
and your healthy extended pro-life family,
your tribe,
neighborhood militia,
or paranoid klan,
or whatever
you continue to trust
as some direction that could be good enough
for those you love the most?
Health,
like racism
and sexism,
does not optimally arrive in individual-portioned packages;
they only sustain resilient climaxes
on interdependent through empty and bereft social scales
of qualities for cooperative wealth v WinLose competing pathologies.
Still Listening
Your Democratic HealthAsWealth Advocate
If you love someone, set them free...
Whether children leaving the nest or friendships that last across continents... Love is forever... Even when we're apart.
We hold hands and leap tall buildings
By Michelle Morris
09/03/2025
I don't want to lose you
But I can't see another way
You have to be free and true to you
It's not right for you to stay
It's time for you to spread your wings
It's time for you to fly
I never want you to feel caged
I'll love you and hug you goodbye
Because goodbye is not forever
Goodbye is just for now
Hold my hands and feel the energy
We are connected through our powers
Nothing is impossible
The universe is magical and vast
We'll always be in touch, my love
Remember our love is built to last
The foundation of our relationship
Trust and kindness and empathy
Emotions and hearts entwined
We love with joy and the purest feelings
We've always had each other's backs
We know that there is strength in cohesion
We never let anyone get between us
We know relationships are life's meaning
Because no one can make it on their own
Everyone needs love and kindness
Everyone needs a cheerleader
Everyone needs support at times
We build each other up
We hold hands and leap tall buildings
We are superheroes and unstoppable
We don't see limits, only willingness
Whether apart or together
We'll be there through the years
A touchstone and magical connection
Creating laughter, tending tears
So, as you walk your journey
Remember that you are never alone
I'm across the world but with you in spirit
I'll leave the light on until you're home
© Michelle Morris, 2025
This is me having conversation with the younger me.
Me- Hi how are you?
Younger me- I'm not doing so well.
Me- What's the matter sweetie?
Younger me- I don't know why he chose
to do bad things to me. I must have enticed him or flirted with him.
Me-Let me tell you something sweetie. You did nothing wrong. You are a young child trying to make sense of the world. Do you understand?
Younger me- I felt so dirty and nasty. I'm so confused. If this is love I don't want it
at all.
Me- Baby this is not love at all. One day when you are older you will exprience real
love. Your life will not be easy but promise me, that you will always be your own cheerleader.
Young me- What do you mean?
Me- Always think good about yourself even when you are sad.
Young me- Ok
Me- One more thing
Younger me- Yes
Me-Don't let that man touch you again. Scream and shout. Raise your voice and
tell someone. When you tell you take away
his power.
Younger me- Okay I won't
Me- Promise
Younger me- I promise
Me- Thank you so much
Younger me- Why do you care so much?
Me- Because we are one and the same.
Younger me- Hunh?
Me- I am you
Younger me - This is weird but I knew you
were me
Me- How?
Younger me- It was like looking in to the mirror. The face is still the same
Me- Bye baby I think you will be fine
Younger me- Bye
Alexis Y
09-03-16
Not for contest- Inspired by the "A Conversation " contest
She has given me a reason to get up in the morning
Something to look forward to,
She delights me, excites me, enthuses me, bamboozles me.
Poetry!
She has brought friends my way in the form of followers.
I am now a cult leader, revered and adored.
She has uplifted me, and has gifted me with positivity and mirth
Poetry!
Now my doctor and hairdresser, she has kept me afloat during a pandemic
A time in my life where my only friend, and best life line
is actually a subject rather than a person
Poetry!
She has awakened me in the middle of the night
Feeding me lines during my sleep,
being my protector, my lover, my cheerleader, my friend, my family!
Poetry!
I rush
She slows
Am rough
she's soft
I misunderstand everything
She Understands everything
I have goals
She has dreams
I lead
She follows
I score
She cheers
I am a team leader
She is a cheerleader
My tears break her
Her tears annoy me
She celebrates me
I challenge her
She cares
I dare
She whispers her thoughts
I shout my arguments
She understands
I misunderstand
She handles my baggage
I cant stand her luggage
She is smart and silent
I am noisy on being smarter
I come late she understands
She gets late I can never handle
She wants me to get more friends
I want her to drop all friends
She forgives my faults
I remind her of her old faults
She makes me feel a hero
I make her feel a little
She lets things go
I keep the past to flow
I see miles
She smiles
I am confused
She’s confident
I complain
She complies
I complicate
She completes
I misunderstand
She is Miss Understanding
NB: This poem is not to belittle men but to celebrate women..
Form:
Quote By Author "Dear Writer, Have a blessed day
writing away your beautiful writes to all of the readers."
A writer chooses their words with glory,
their words will tell a story.
Sometimes it will be sad,
many times it will make you glad.
Books and poems come in different sizes,
paperbacks can have cheaper prices.
Reading the words can be beautiful or fun,
especially sitting under the sun.
My hat is off to the writer,
writing must make you feel like a bullfighter.
Finding the right words is not always easy,
other times it can be breezy.
Thank You to the reader,
you are our very best cheerleader.