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Diona Finley Poem
I remember all the nights we use to play,
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile.
I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.
I still remember that day like it was yesterday.
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face.
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me.
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.
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Child if you don't get yo nappy head;
Imma give you something to cry about.
Get yo butt over here.
Say one mo thang.
Ima beat the black off of ya.
Wait til i'm finish.
I bet not hear another word.
It'll hurt me more than It'll hurt you.
You act up here, I'ma act with you.
Im aint chasing after you.
I put you in this world I sho nuff can take you out.
That's a black mama.
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My nerves they’re bad
My temper is short
My frustration comes easy
Would it hurt for someone to do one thing to please me?
To please a heart that was broken from a father who doesn't want her.
Á father who doesn't notice her. A father who doesn't say I love you.
He makes me wonder, "Does he even want me?" Time spent with older
brother,
all my time spent with my mother, but even I make time for my brother.
I’m not alone because of my mother, but what happened to the figure of a
father.
I am this mans only daughter. My skin complexion he looks no farther.
The attitudes and frustration cover the fact this problem bothers me.
My heart from a stabbed womb bleeds. Why doesn't he want me?
I’m his baby, I still make A's and B's, this part of my life is so empty.
Can anyone hear me, can you feel me. Stretching and reaching out for my
Daddy.
"Does he even want me?" A hug I ask I dare to plead.
My nerves they’re bad
My temper is short
My frustration might come easy
These parts of me I get from he! “Why doesn’t my daddy want me?"
"Cry Out!"
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My child, I have heard your cry, for there’s a reason this is happening. All of the
whispers, comments, giggling happen because I love you. This is the past. For
all of the hatred, madness, jealousy there is no more. Instead of hatred there is
love for one another, instead of madness there is joy and beauty around,
instead of jealousy there is honor between others. For all of the pain
and suffering you will not grieve. For I am with you now and ever more.
So come on the right path, it'll lead you to me, because I love all
of my children unconditionally. As you pray I will answer your
prayers, and let you sleep with an angel there. So should
you be confused? No! Why? Because I love you.
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Alone
Over shadowed with darkness
A heart full of pain and blood
Trapped in a place of unkown
Sorrow
I'm alone
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Her wind can sweep a man off his feet
Her eyes have strength behind them
her intentions cannot be controlled, but wondered
her name is sweet as apples
then browned and has no sugar behind her lips
you can never image the direction of her hips.
Which town she flows by at what place and time.
She appears to stay on your mind and can change lives
K to the kick in the face by government who takes their time
A to the Afro-Americans left with no home to go to
T to the tragedy of ones found floating in the streets
R to the remainings of dubris not planned to be picked up
I to the inmates who rapped and killed the innocent babies
N to the so called n-words who kill every young brotha seen
A to the almost so easy to believe this was planned from beginning
K-A-T-R-I-N-A Katrina yeah year of 2006. i never thought i would be living
to see this.
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The sounds in my ears, they come out so clear.
The whispers, comments, giggling behind me,
I can't wait until it becomes history.
Maybe it won't, maybe it will, I still can't tell.
All of the whispering and comments, I’m beginning to feel
the hatred, madness, jealousy, and I have no will.
Lord please help me as I cry out to you.
I need you to guide me, guide me through.
I’m beginning to feel the pain, I’m suffering.
Please help me I need you to touch me.
I can’t bare it anymore. I’m down on my knees
praying to you, Lord please help me I’m so confused.
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