Robb Wilkins took three showers a day
he overdid some things he'd say.
But alas to his strain
less of him did remain
until he showered himself away.
Unerringly she always knows
when I need a hug.
Or a friend to sit calmly by.
Never does she judge.
I hold her here within these arms,
when the sadness calls.
Lays her head upon my shoulder,
as my tears do fall.
With her overflowing patience,
she accompanies me.
In public, as to seem normal,
not reclusively.
She alerts me unobtrusive,
when fear overtakes.
A gentle touch and eye contact,
tells me I am safe.
Embodiment of humanity,
this hero of mine.
She gives to me daily,
healing over time.
Although she isn't human,
she has done wonders.
Emotional Support Animal,
I couldn't "Live" without her.
For the contest: My Hero
Sponsored by: Crystal Wilkins
Placement: 3rd
My hero
She is but eleven
She is my angel sent from heaven
She came to me at the tender age of twenty one
She gave me reason not to run
She kept me grounded
She was the reason my heart pounded
She made my life brand new
She healed my heart through and through
She showed me how to love
She showed me what that stuff is made of
She keeps me on my toes
She won't allow me to wallow in my woes
She senses when my spirits are low
She will never let it show but
She always seems to know
She amazes me every day she grows
She knows when to lean in and give me a hug
She knows when I've had a bad day and not to bug
She jumps in before I ask
She completes every task
She excels in academics and dance
She shows me what can be if given a chance
She picks up my good bits and pieces
She continues to leave me speechless
She always wears a smile
She is my amazing child
She is my first, no one is above
She is my first true love
She is my daughter Alaya
Before her I was a zero
She is my only HERO
Lay
** For Crystal Wilkins My Hero contest
* 1st Place
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U nusal
S exy
B ashful
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Teresa Skyles
Entered in Crystal Wilkins"MY HERO"contest
Entered in Crystal Wilkins"Childhood memories"
My funniest childhood memories when I was just four.
Hot summer day and the rain was pouring.
My mama doing dishes,me on the floor.
She said no you can't play.
Cried when she said no.
Ran and bite her butt.
Oh what pain.
Bite marks
Teeth.
Pay attention
~~~~~~~~~~
Just when she thinks the coast is clear
In walks the ghost with a smile and a can of beer
“Come over here - let me tell you a story”
“Sit on my lap - you don’t have to worry”
“Do as I say and it won’t be gory”
Pay attention
~~~~~~~~~~
As the ghost tells his bed time story
Strokes her hair and tells her not to worry
Listening to this ghost and his horrific sounds
Her body is stiff, her heart pounds
She tries not to cry as his pants begin to round
Pay attention
~~~~~~~~~~
“You know I love you” the story begins
“Don’t tell mommy” the story ends
Back in bed alone in the dark
The ghost and his beer have left their mark
An innocent “bedtime story” is how it all starts
Lay
**Submitted to Crystal Wilkins Childhood Memories Contest
*Won 2nd place
I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I am the Father and Mother of past, present and future
Peacemakers, Educators, Scientists, Musicians, Scholars, Kings and Queens
I am John Love the sharpener inventor
I am Mae C. Jemison the astronaut
I am Martin Luther King the peacemaker
I am Toni Morrison a contemporary novelist.
I am Muhammad Ali the boxer
I am Wilma Rudolph the Olympic track and field champion
I am Tiger woods the golfer
I am Lucy Laney the educator.
I am Jack Johnson the heavyweight
I am Rosa Parks the segregation leader
I am Jesse Wilkins the physicist and mathematician
I am Serena Williams a tennis player.
I am Isaac Murphy the great through-bred jockey
I am Bessie Coleman the first licensed African American pilot
I am Chester Burnett the blues singer
I am Eleanor Holmes a politician and civil rights activist.
I am Thomas Dorsey the father of gospel music
I am Chadwick Boseman the famous Black Panther actor
I am Barack Obama the forty-four first
Black Afro-American president, we are the future.
We are the hope for the lost and forgotten generation.
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