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Jode Quintero Poem
Sitting in this empty room
Looking at broken pictures of me and you
A broken life together
I always thought we’d make it forever
What has become of me?
I never ever thought I would be
One of those who were beaten down
One of those who didn’t make a sound
Silent when you pushed me around
Silent when you covered my mouth
Silent when you raised your hand
Silent when you gave your commands
But something deep within my soul
Tells me to rise up and take control
Take a hold of my lost self again
Knowing if I don’t this might be the very end
You will not break me down this way
You will not darken my coming days
I am stronger now you see
And I will never let you kill the beautiful soul inside me
I am someone who has a voice
I am a woman who can make my own choice
I don’t need permission to be free
Or to discover the real woman inside me
Discovering the strength and power within
To let the bright shining sun shine in
To let my heart feel free and bold
To let my soul escape your choking hold
I’ve come to realize just a few things
That my life is worth more than two gold rings
Sometimes it has to be that way
For me to take ME back and then for me to say…
I am a beautiful woman inside
I will never ever run away and hide
I will rise to the very top
I won’t quit and I won’t stop
There is nothing that I can’t do
There is nothing left for me and you
So now I surrender and just let go
I am special this I know…..
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2009
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Lock me up, hide me away
Shut the door till there is no more
Close my mouth so I can’t speak
Shut my eyes so I can’t see
Break my heart so I can’t feel
Tie me up so I can’t leave
Hold me down so I can’t move
Stomp on me there’s nothing left
Drown me in fear and bitterness
My life is worth nothing now
I think I’m lost, might not ever be found
So just go away there is nothing here
You can be free
I won’t make a sound
Live your life without me here
Go ahead it’s what you need
A life of control and flying free
Yeah it’s good for you so just forget about me
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2009
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My mind said its ok
I let you in and of course you went away
Of course
A girl so stupid
Again
Listening to the words
That were promised in vain
But I wanted to believe
But I knew you would leave
So why am I so surprised
Even when I close my eyes
You’re still gone
Feeling so stupid again
Why oh why did I let you in
Maybe I needed something
That he couldn’t give
Maybe I needed something
Or a different life to live
But here I am still in limbo
And hating myself
And trying to let you go
Trying to let my mind
Go back and rewind
To where I was before
Alone and lonely
Safe and sound
Just walking around
And knowing my
Soul may never be found
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2009
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Drifting away across the sky I see a little white feather floating by.
Where did it come from and where has it been?
Right before it passed by me,
It touched a cute little kid.
He smiled, tried to grab it and ran to find his mom.
“Look what I found!” he showed her proudly, holding it like a magic wand.
She frowned and said, “Son put that down, you don’t know where it’s been.”
Little does she know right before that it was sitting on a garbage can lid.
As this little white feather is barely hanging on,
A garbage man comes as he singing a song.
He picks up the lid and throws it to the ground.
Now the little white feather is floating high above with the clouds.
Slowly floating down to where it once was before.
There’s a little old lady who is about eighty four.
She’s standing at the corner waiting for her ride,
Catches it with her hand, she’s still pretty spry.
She smiles as it starts to rain,
holding the feather while she stands there and waits.
Now the little white feather is looking withered and worn.
She hopes her ride comes soon she can’t wait any more.
As she gets in the car she drops the wet feather to the floor.
She’s at her destination now, her husband slams the door.
Before she gets out the little white feather sticks to her shoe.
The wind begins to blow and takes the feather away, somehow now it looks like new.
It blows in the wind and once again floats across the sky.
The little white feather just keeps floating on by.
I see it high above; I now know where it’s been.
It just floats and floats, its journey may never come to an end.
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2010
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Just Maybe
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
What he did to me….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to relive the pain and misery….
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he held me down….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to remember the feeling of the cold hard ground…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he put his hands on my breast…
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to remember that feeling of helplessness….
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he violated my soul….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to remember how he forcefully took control….
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he kicked me aside….
Well maybe, just maybe
I felt like I wanted to run away and hide…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
Why my heart felt black and cold…
Well maybe, just maybe
I was afraid of what would happen if I ever told
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
So others won’t feel the same….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to relive the horror and feel that unbearable shame…
You asked why I didn’t tell anyone
And why I didn’t say a word…..
Well maybe, just maybe
I did, but nobody heard…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
That I need help to get through the horrible pain….
Well maybe, just maybe
The scars were too deep and still remain…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
Well maybe, just maybe
Well maybe, just maybe
Well maybe, just maybe
I will………..
Please find the strength to tell.
You are not alone.
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1.800.656.HOPE (4673)
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2009
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I’m supposed to write something really creative.
Class is tonight and my mind is vegetative.
Oh Lord will I be the only one,
who can’t think of anything crazy and fun?
Thinking, thinking, why won’t my mind go there?
Maybe I’ll write about the smells at the fair.
I got it! I know! How about the pretzels at the mall?
So many ideas but I can’t write about them all.
So instead I sit and stress,
Oh my mind is such a mess!
Popping popcorn at the movie theater, yes that’s it!
Now my stomach is hungry, thinking as I sit.
Oh why, oh why do I smell that cake baking?
I am really not good at decision making.
I know, I’ll just write about something other than food.
But maybe my heart is really not in the mood.
Nope, food, food, food is where it is.
Oh gosh this is harder than a surprise pop quiz.
O.k just let it go , that’s what I’ll do.
But why can’t I stop thinking about that cheese fondue?
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2011
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Lightning crashes as I reach out my hand, I long to feel your touch.
Feel your breath surround me now, my unbridled fear overcomes.
Frozen in time is all I know, but I sense that you are there.
I feel your whisper like a breeze, as the wind blows my long dark hair.
My legs are heavy and unable to move, as the quicksand drowns my soul.
Hurry please and save me now, can you hear my silent screams?
I don’t think my heart can take this rush, listening for you to call my name.
The chaos creates a deafening hush, as my night time turns to day.
My eyes slowly open to see your face, my senses react and understand.
Lying in your arms embrace now, your presence is with me everywhere.
I now see your protection never fails, at my side you will always be.
So safely I close my eyes at night, no worries that you’ll leave.
You’re with me through thick and thin, my longing heart will forever believe.
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2011
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Chocolate snowflakes and peanut butter dreams
Come float with me on clouds of whip cream
With visions of blueberry and cinnamon apple pies
While little soft cream puffs skip across the sky
Cranberry Orange muffins as far as the eye can see
Take my hand darling, come dance with me
Too tired to dance, just lay your head right there
On pillows of marshmallows and freshly baked chocolate éclairs
I can smell the cookies baking, Snicker Doodles tickle my nose
Fudgy walnut brownies as far as time flows
Birthday cake batter, you can even lick the bowl
Sweet dreams in dessert heaven sing to my hungry soul
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2010
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Restrained flow of ink expressed from a dusty pen,
to the faded paper creased like a wave in an angry sea,
tucked inside a tattered notebook,
closed until another bittersweet day when the golden sun will rise.
Minds eye reflects,
to the thoughts that travel through endless days,
until the pen reconnects with the delighted literary soul.
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Trying to get out of bed,
Which I really dread,
Sounds of rain falling on my head,
Making me tired instead,
Maybe I’ll find a book that I‘ve already read,
And go back to bed,
With sheep jumping overhead,
Dreaming of making banana bread,
With some yummy spread,
While riding on Santa’s sled,
Wearing only warm furry red,
Nope it’s time to get out of this bed,
And start a new day instead.
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2009
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