Details |
Christal Swearingen Poem
In my hood bullets are flying innocent children are dying.
Mothers and fathers left crying.
Where did we go wrong, I find myself singing this said song, over and over in my
head, As I lay in bed. We teach are children to love one another, and right from
wrong. But we still have all this madness going on.
Some say its because were in our last days.
But I say that's all the more reason why we should give God his PRAISE .That
when he returns on that great and glorious day
You won't be left behind on this dangerous earth yes here to stay.
He said it himself Thou Shalt Not Kill.
But some think of nothing but themselves and do it at will.
You should not take what you have no power to give back
Just another example of letting Satan on your track.
Brush that hater off and bounce back.
Stop the killing and dealing in not only my hood all over the world we should.
Mothers shouldn't have to worry about there children playing in front yards
wondering if bullets will fly and where they will land cause they have not eyes.
It A sad, sad thought ,and thing to see just let me tell you why.
He was only 10, you see in a place all kids should be ,in the park swinging with
me. Innocent shot five times from bullets that fly. I'm one of those mothers who
still cry. Often wondering Why. Why not me instead of him.? My outlook was very
grim. But I've make it through ,and so did he for he is free. No more ducking or
dodging bullets you see. When My FATHER returns he's going to be with him
coming back for me..
Copyright © Christal Swearingen | Year Posted 2008
|
Details |
Christal Swearingen Poem
Some day's we wake up in each others arms, and then again some days i wake
up all alone wondering when he will come home.
He doesn't even answer his cell phone. I call his phone like a bomb threat,
only to get madder and upset.
wondering where the hell he is at....
Is he with another, laying under her covers? This is starting to make me
wonder....
What have I done to deserve this I ask myself with alot of doubt.
He doesn't care he just out.
With his homeboys that what he said until the day we all bumped heads.
It was him and her and me alone. I said this is why you couldn't answer that
phone. Your with her ,she is with you, what's a girl with a broken heart to do.
I want and explanation but I can't stand the situation so what am I to do look like a
fool.
Head held high I began to cry. Five years down the drain I thought as tears ran
down my face looking at them with such disgrace. Can we talk just for a mintue
just us to he said. I answered yes and began to hit him upside his head. Not
once or twice cause by this time I was sick of being Nice. He took my Kindness
for weakness, and I showed no meekness. I wanted him to hurt like he hurt me.
But after this I began to see, Me hurting him was for only a few minutes, him
hurting me last a lifetime. I have the scar to prove it .right next to my heart in which
he tore apart. never to mend together again. As I walked away I had to say. He
cheated on me what makes you think he won't you that's all so true what go's
around comes around and what go's up must come down. Your next so wait
around.......
Copyright © Christal Swearingen | Year Posted 2008
|