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Shara Allen Poem
My Life of Death
No, why me? That could’t be true.
I’m not deserving of this pain that deaths put me through. Tears and pain perfected by the
people who LOVE me, forgiving in abundance so hatred won’t consume me.
Betrayed by the love your parents gave.
Pain by the generations that’s the same.
Angered by all the times life has let me down.
Saddened by all my love ones who could’t stay around.
Grief because I hate you and I know it in’t right. I keep telling myself there was happy times
when I cry myself to sleep at night.
I try to make the good outweigh the bad,
But constantly I block the thoughts of the times you made me sad.
I love you not you love me because your love was conditionally anger, mad, sadness and
grief I didn’t know happiness until happiness left me
Death you thought was physical too, But the death I speak if of you.
Goodbye.
Copyright © Shara Allen | Year Posted 2009
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Shara Allen Poem
16 looking back at 15
Looking into a glass staring back at me, my eyes, my lips, and my face beautiful I see. Yet
different staring back at me.
Conscious of the events that got me here, discipline, go Getta staring back at me. Sixteen
years but yet I see when I was 4, 5, and then three.
Courageous yet scared of the life I’m trying to make. Picking up mistakes that were part of
my fate.
I look back College bound I see. I need to get focused, for the years keep leaving me.
Educated sista, Lonely but not alone. Letting friends from my past wonder on their own.
Who is this young women I see fifteen left behind on the 10th of July.
That’s me a reflection of last year’s tears staring back at me… See I’m healed from the pain
that has worn down on me.
Copyright © Shara Allen | Year Posted 2009
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