Long Orphan Poems
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She did everything she could
And yet somehow it wasn't enough
She did everything right
Yet she still lost the fight
From the very first moment She was born
She was was Stripped of her voice
There were complications with her mum
But before they could help she was gone
Her father was falsely imprisoned
The child was silent
But there was a faint heartbeat
A glimmer of hope
For the daughter
As her cries echoed across the hospital
She'd been trapped in a box
An incubator
For most of her life the hospital was her home
The doctors and nurses became her family making sure she wasn't alone
But when she was older
The walls spoke to her
With each crack in the wall
The truth Of her mother's death began to unfold
The very same people who she called family were the ones who made her an orphan
She was never taught the rules of survival
She was surrounded by all white doctors
Her parents were gone
She felt like she'd been failed by the system
Those around never helped with hair
And when she would try they would stop and stare
Behind Her back they'd call her a nightmare
They thought she could not hear but
She knew What they meant by a comment like that
From then on she swore they would never see her crack
She had realised that she was black
In that moment her innocence had left something she knew she'd never get back
She had noticed she was the only black person in the ward
She knew she was hated
When she was constantly ignored
While all of the others got continous support
But when she was in pain
Their eyes filled with disdain
Calling her dramatic
Gaslighting her health making her feel pathetic
In moments like this she wanted her mother
It killed her knowing that they were the ones who murdered her
She wished she could have someone to love her
She was the only one without a mother
In this hospital she felt like a prisoner
Her mental health began to crumble
When she opened up They told her she was being a problem
That others had bigger struggles
By the age of twenty
Her health had worsened
She begged For help but nobody had listened
And one random night her body had succumbed
Her cause of death,
Racism
Way north of the mind is where you'll find them.
A million shards of memories
trapped deep inside the blue ice
of a terminal disease called time.
Grab your flaccid chisel, old boy.
Try and rescue them if you must.
Release their lonely orphan cries.
Bore deep into their blue misty eyes...
Until hope turns to pyrite dust.
Bore in deep.
Maybe taste a speck of sea salt-memory.
What was her name?
The one who made you crave her everything.
The one who could knead a jester from a king.
From a quarter century ago...
with half a dozen other ghosts.
She arrives, cascading down
the icy rut of winter's blush.
Where you have no chance
to ever make her cut.
Boom ....boom....boom
Guns roar, bombs blast, causing
death, deformity and destruction,
leading to distress and doom.
Streets reek with the smell of newly shed blood.
Dead bodies pile, all around is carnage.
Dark clouds hang on the horizon
In one name or other, violence is concocted.
Frivolous ideologies kill lives of innocents
with the world turning into a battlefield,
We are besieged by terror's sting.
We need an escape from this inferno.
Pure harmony is what the world longs for.
Let no cannons roar, let no rebellion shriek
Let no wounded soldier fall down and die
Let no woman become a widow, no child- an orphan
Let no drop of blood spill on the cobalt streets
Paint the canvas in colors of love and kindness.
Strive to build a land of peace-
Peace is an energy field much more potent than a battlefield
Is peace merely the absence of war?
No, it is a tranquil feeling in the breast,
the absence of fear, an all encompassing aura of safety
the annihilation of prejudices and a tight knot of oneness
It is being in peace with oneself and others!
Hope this calming dream and lovely fancy
of mine shall no more remain a wild fantasy
No one knows about me here,
Alone with me, myself and I –
I have no urge to cry
No one knows what I feel…
I feel hope and no fear
Making a little effort to belong…
No, I’m not that shy…
Silence slithers into my skin…
But I am calm and reserved
I didn’t deserve all of these unfortunate dilemmas
Staring onto space…
Accepting this disgrace
Embrace the beauty of grace
I’m left with a trace of your angelic face
Empathy be to me, for I am fatigued and cold
All of the sudden, feeling extremely cold
Echoes of the past reminiscences reach my ears
Please be kind to a forlorn individual
I’m as dry as a raisin and I’m reduced to these useless tears for years
Don’t pick a fight with me – I’m not willing to win the dual…
Silence slithers into my skin…
But I am calm and reserved
I didn’t deserve all of these unfortunate dilemmas
Staring onto space…
Accepting this disgrace
Embrace the beauty of grace
I’m left with a trace of your angelic face
Empathy be to me, for I am fatigued and cold
All of the sudden, feeling extremely cold
You hurt me in the process
Numb the distress
Ruined by pangs of darkness
Your diamond necklace shines in the sun
But, my work will not be done
The journey of our lives has just begun
Silence slithers into my skin…
But I am calm and reserved
I didn’t deserve all of these unfortunate dilemmas
Staring onto space…
Accepting this disgrace
Embrace the beauty of grace
I’m left with a trace of your angelic face
Empathy be to me, for I am fatigued and cold
All of the sudden, feeling extremely cold
Staring into space, imagining racing horses,
Trampling down the sorrow of yesterday’s tomorrow
Falling behind without a smear of gladness
In the reflection of my eyes of oceans and spaces…
Leaving it without a trace...forgetting to tie my shoelaces
Silence slithers into my skin…
But I am calm and reserved
I didn’t deserve all of these unfortunate dilemmas
Staring onto space…
Accepting this disgrace
Embrace the beauty of grace
I’m left with a trace of your angelic face
Empathy be to me, for I am fatigued and cold
All of the sudden, feeling extremely cold
Silence has abandoned me
I’m like an orphan that weeps bitterly
Staring into space…space…space…
Prayin for God’s everlasting grace…
Trying to keep pace on this treacherous race
Curio cabinet full of
Memories; a small dent from a wild child
All hopped up on penny candy, running on
Giggle energy, because of the excitement
Of the Little Orphan Annie radio program,
Stopped in her tracks, and stopped in her breath.
Scraped on the lion paw spindle leg,
From when nervous grandson watched
One small man shoot 3 small bullets into one small skull,
Like a whole book depository landed on point.
A stain mimicking the Grecian coastline,
On the drum top, from the spill
From the redwine from the news of pa-pa's death,
A slip and fall when reaching for the remote.
The drawer can't close correctly because
Daddy's head landed sideways after the bullet
Pierced his temple; how many times can you be laid off
On December 24th?
Curious cabinet guarded loosely
With skips in posture and hiccoughs in time.
Maker o maker,
Here is my resume.
I said no to the man,
and made my own bed
I cut my own trail,
with eyes straight ahead
In debt to myself,
but thankful to all
My words freely spoken,
their verdict my call
I beat my own rhythm,
on multiple drums
I structured the lyrics,
to sing and to hum
The nighttime began,
what the mornings forgave
A living refusal,
my back to the grave
The years have renewed,
all memories collide
What was old, what was young,
the truth and the lies
A comet yet burning,
new verse in the sky
One word still an orphan,
and homeless,
—‘GOODBYE’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
Have I lost the race?
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?
Ellie was just three months old,
When she was brought to our sanctuary,
A safe haven was our fold.
She was an orphan, her mother,
Her sister, her aunt, her brother,
All chased and shot, and left to die,
From our sad experience we knew,
That probably a foul mouthed,
Red faced, sun frazzled man
Whose muscled legs would look
Disgusting,
And who with red eyes bulging
Would say,
What a booty,
We have in the truck today.
He would generate an excitement,
Of the atrocity they had
Committed, saying they would
Receive a bonus this month
Added to their pay.
And what was their booty,
A truck full of tusks
Elephants killed when it
Was still light,
Until dusk
Too dangerous at night.
A war between poachers
And rangers
How could rangers,
Gentle souls, who loved animals,
Equal the poachers trained brutality,
Who had not a trace
Of humanity.
Baby Ellie
Was found,
Starving, scared and cold,
Somewhere in the African bush
Almost dead,
But she survived a shot to the head.
We had other young orphans,
They all would play
As baby elephants do,
And slowly Ellie became stronger.
Her mummy who faced
Horrific slaughter,
Would have been so proud of
Her daughter.
Rehabilitation was done,
It was both work and fun.
Eight months later we all
Thought that it was time,
For Ellie to be with her own kind,
And knew she would find
In the African bush, a new
Family who would care
And love her.
Clumsily she got into the truck,
Perhaps it was fear that
Brought the smell of death near,
Awkwardly.
And hesitantly she walked
Down the ramp,
A mama elephant spied her first,
And with their recognizable gait,
And heavy weight,
Walked to one another,
Swinging their trunks,
And so, they met,
And side by side they walked
To the nearby water pan,
Our hearts sang,
As Ellie turned and let out
A loud,
But proud,
Thunderous trumpet,
Thank you she meant,
I love you too.
Ellie had finally
Come home,
To her own.
He carries a wound that festers with smell,
He fears within it, bad germs might dwell.
Since losing his folks, he’s lost everything;
Each morning, he wonders what life will bring.
Each coin that he grasps, he holds with great care,
For hunger and pain both watch him in fear.
He eats little and soothes his pain with balm,
His survival depends on what's in his palm.
His parents are gone, yet grief roams each day;
He lives through the nights with no place to stay.
Yet kindness seems to have gone on a trip,
Leaving only alms within his firm grip.
Just twelve, yet his dreams have dissolved into dust,
His pockets stay bare, life’s balance unjust.
Despair fills his soul, ignoring his prayers,
Alms can't dry up all his endless tears.
How soon will death call to take him away?
Compassion stands cold, anguish paves his way.
He searches for help, but none can be found,
Somehow, death's fear races all around.
My Life Sucks
Author Dana Redricks
September 15, 2014
Everything I have does not
Belong to me.
The moment I become attached
To it gets taken away the people
I love, to material things.
I have learned not to get attached
To nothing because nothing belongs
To me.
I am an orphan living in this world.
I am wanted by none, and what I’ve
Done cannot be undone.
I’m on my own, and wishing I had a
Clone then I wouldn’t be so all alone.
How did my life start off so wrong?
It’s dark and dreary and empty, and void.
This song of solitude I try to allude,
But it hurts me, and I beg to be free.
If I wasn’t scared of dying; I would
Take the road less traveled, and take
That risk anyway, but I think I’ll take the
Road less traveled.