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Beautiful scars
Bottles flew like hand grenades
weapons of war in a battle of rage
My first memories
were a storm of abuse
I started hiding in shame
Fear gripped my innocent soul
I wondered if I would die
There was no escape for me
I was only five
The storm subsided and an unusual calm set in
but
something was wrong I just knew it.
Underneath the facade of peace
there was a hypocritical truth
Rejection was my constant companion
all throughout my youth
My role model,
my father, I figured...
pretended I didn't exist
I was the invisible boy
looking for love
but seeing hatred in the midst
I escaped my prison of loneliness
hypocrisy and shame
thought I found my one true love
but all I got was more pain
Rejected again by someone I loved
my heart shredded inside
If not for God's love
I knew
I would have died
died of a broken heart...
shattered in a million pieces
I lived from grief to grief
only finding relief...
when pains tenacious grip on me released
So my beautiful scars go unnoticed by others
one person has seen them, my loving mother
It took awhile to heal,
I feel good now
but I keep on healing
It's hard to heal
when they keep cutting...
and it's your emotions that are bleeding.
John Derek Hamilton
Revised from Nov24,2015
April 12,2016
My Mother
Sometimes I sense my mother
When I walk into a room
Lily of the Valley lingers
Her favourite perfume
I really wish she was still here
So I could apologize
For all the many times
When we didn't see eye to eye
I had so much troubling me
But I chose to keep it in
Now I sit and ponder
On how different things could have been
I hated seeing her in pain
It was all beyond my control
I hope that she passed knowing
I loved her with my heart and soul
I'm putting down on paper
What I could not say aloud
I hope that if she were still here
I would make her proud
Mere words can not express
Just how much I regret
Losing my mum, my role model,
Who I never will forget
A day that started wrong, with chaos in its wake
A morning mess, with stress that wouldn't break
The alarm blares loud, the water spills and flows
A suit gets ruined, and hopes start to go low
The bus is missed, the taxi's costly ride
A sweaty arrival, with nerves inside
The interview's a blur, with coffee on the chest
A disaster unfolds, and hopes are repressed
But then, a chance encounter, a friendly face
A listening ear, and a helping hand in place
A new path unfolds, with opportunities to seize
A chance to shine, and make dreams release
The meeting's a success, the pitch is well-made
A spot in the incubator, a dream displayed
Hard work and dedication, with passion and fire
A project takes shape, and success starts to acquire
The investors are impressed, the future's bright
A significant investment, a dream takes flight
Success and fame, with a story to be told
A role model emerges, with a heart of gold
The day that went wrong, now a distant past
A lesson learned, that failure's not the last
It's how we respond, that truly matters most
A story of resilience, that forever will boast
The future's uncertain, but one thing's clear
The skills and determination, will dispel all fear
A newfound sense of purpose, a heart full of cheer
A bright future ahead, with no room for peer
The journey's not over, but a new path's been made
A story of success, with a heart that's not afraid
To take the leap, and seize the day
And turn failures into stepping stones, on the way.
Shiba Phumlani Vimbelasizwe (Travellers: The Singer - Poet)
Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama, our first African American first lady has her own accomplishments which far exceed what she had dreamed of when she was a little girl in Chicago. She has been a lawyer, university administrator, writer, and advocate. She has won a grammy award, shorty award, and Nickelodean Kid’s Choice award. She is multi-talented, presidential enough to be elected president herself. She has shown grace, confidence and beauty in the face of every challenge. Her husband Barack and her children Malia and Sasha are proud of her and her accomplishments. “I always tell young girls to surround yourself with goodness,” she is quoted. “I learned early on how to get haters out of my life.”
She is the vision of assertive womanhood.
michelle obama
role model to young women
grace personified
I can not keep records
Off all the sacrifices you have made
You never broke your promises
You never let go my hand
All the love I need
You have more than enough to give
I could never figure out how you did it
Not tired or weary of loving me
Sometimes when I am hurt, sad or crying
You had a way of taking away my pain
Through you, I knew there is heaven
No matter how bad a situation, you never complain
You keep giving away your heart
To people who keep tearing it apart
But I still do not understand
How it is easy for you to be happy despite all that
I brag too often about you mom
Like the stars, you beauty is divine
It is easy to love you back since I was born
You are a role model, I am proud to call you mom.
All Rights Reserved © Akan Udofia 2019
How could I not ever see
My life would be painfully
Full of wrong, sorrow and sadness
No love, happiness or gladness
Would find me cause from the start
My young fragile broken heart
Would be used time and again
For selfish reasons full of sin
That should not be put upon
A weak heart that isn't strong
Enough to defend it from
All the damage you have done
From my birth to teens and more
Leaving me broken and sore
How could you treat me so mean
All the torture I have seen
A role model you were not
Tearing my whole world apart
Because of you I can not stand
Being near another man
It is frightful when one's near
My minds saying to beware
Of the things that he might do
See what you have put me through
No relationships I've had
It is scary and so sad
Because I will never know
The real love someone can show
As nightmares of any guy
Make me quiver, freak and cry
I'll forever be alone
From all the "love" you have shown
Lamb to the slaughter
I didn't ask for this life;
I was created in it;
The color of my skin;
It doesn't matter;
I God's vision;
Created by Him, with my mother and dad;
Bullied and mistaken;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed;
government saying what's the matter;
like a lamb to the slaughter;
Single moms having trouble with there sons;
They need a positive manly role model;
Not like a lamb to the slaughter;
For a country composed of people from different lands;
Why are we fighting for and against immigration;
Bullied and mistaken;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed;
government saying what's the matter;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
10/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
We all have one in our lives, someone better than you,
not much to be done about it, in shades of blue,
where did he get the lines from, was it God-given?
Maybe, to keep you in place but how the hell was he driven?
Suddenly there's a change, now I'm better than him,
I want it permanent, not just in the interim;
however, I'm grateful for the role model, it's a doddle,
no looking back, easy, no longer need the mollycoddle.
Thank you Robert, for giving me all of the superlatives,
now I know reasoning, aims and that justice lives;
the best thing is the platform you gave for progression,
and being greater than you is no longer an obsession.
There's a smile forming when I see the students come,
dig out my latin, they just go on and on, ad infinitum.
Impressive
behemoths
iconic eyefuls
clutter its
cortex that
is of the
manmade
plateau as
it rises from
end to end
sloping in
its outstretched
suburbia that
is hunkered
down as its
supportive
role model
surrounding
the panoramic
scope of its
hub, the
lifeline both as
survivors in their
own respective
appearances,
branching
outwardly made
up of smaller
towns and
villages of
cul-de-sacs,
mom & pop stores,
schools, and
playgrounds
that sorts out
as a piece of
a miniature
Americana
being its
salvation
from a workday
to a night play
a microcosm
of endless
tearing down
and building
up in this
city of lights
a metro-cosmos
that never sleeps
amidst tomorrow
eyes . . .
2020 January 26
Cityscape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Who Am I To You?
Am I just a stranger?
An online lover or a nobody
That once who passes by
In a lifetime of your stream ?
Maybe a poet?
A woman only good in sweet words.
Easily fooled by his own feelings,
And by the world that often says
I am just another plaything?
A con artist? A pervert? A toy? Or
Perhaps, one of your movie character
That portrays your imagination
In a stage play of fantasy and dreams?
I am not perfect.
This is reality.
I am not a role model.
I have lapses and flaws.
I am not the woman of your past.
I can't look like her or be like that.
I am not whole, I am also broken
And still have issues of my own .
But the truth is, all of us
Needs to be loved and trying to love
In one way or another, our denials
That we keep telling ourselves
Will be defined by time and memories,
If we're truly happy of being alone.
If not, then tell me
Who am I to you?
Please tell me what we have
Is true, before I go...
©® Ven-lyn A Valdez
Who You Are To Me?
I find myself in thy manger
You are a modern Peabody
Whose pen aids to dye
My board with awesome dream
You are more than a poet!
The one out of all beautiful birds
That freely flies around the earth's ceiling
Unlike the caged birds with less ways
Timely been abating
The twist, the challenge, the fruit outpour
Enough pieces crushing like a constrictor
Holding unto a great aspiration
Flowing through grace so agleam
I am not only for prospect
This may be false in its seeming triviality
I am not a mollycoddle
Yet have respect for tight clause
You become of me, an enthusiast
With keen interest not eyeing to scat
Even when all of it is token
Bountiful harvest are from vial seeds, sown
Nevertheless, in my fuss
I will always be the real dove
And not act up for trials
Abandoned on shelves
The much ado about plight in diaries
Crying for reading to be well known
Life is short, let it be
Less to the review
More to life shouldn't really be halve
Totality is key to overlook every foe
You are who you are
Keep doing what you know best
Someday, you will be the shining star
Silent helpers locate what resisters detest
Shine on.........
©® Wems Henry Temmy