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Moniquea Brown Poem
I hold you on such a pedestal
Your grace is so pure
You nurtured me from a baby
How could I ask for more?
You were patient with me during my upbringing
Ignoring my temper tantrums
But understanding me deep inside
You knew how long they would last
You always seem a mystery to me
You cut me so much slack
When at times it can seem you are being hard
But in the end---mom knows best
I will love you to the end
Nothing will ever part us
‘Cause being without your guidance in this life
I don’t know if I could trust
I love you because you are not a friend
You can clearly be seen as my mother
Or maybe because or your wisdom
Possible my grandmother
I am so happy I got the two for the price of one
Since I wasn’t fortunate enough to meet the latter
But as always God knew
So he combined the spirits to create the former
I almost cry when the thought of how good you are comes to mind
I couldn’t see anyone else taking the place of Mom
Love you Mom!
Copyright November 2009, Moniquea Brown
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I have an agenda
To write
But my pen
Refuses to move
I have an agenda
To sing
But my vocal cords
Refuse to move
I have an agenda
To cry
But my eyes
Refuse to water
I have an agenda
To preach
But the choir
Refuses to listen
I have an agenda
To teach
But my class
Refuses to attend
have an agenda
To better myself
But society
Refuses to allow me
I have an agenda
To change
But the world
Refuses to forgive
I have an agenda
To be proactive
But I
Refuse to…..
Copyright November 13 2009, Moniquea Brown
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When the days are dark
And the nights are cold
Feeling your intangible presence
Keeps me going
Staring at the mirror
My broken soul
Reunites its pieces
Becoming a whole
Even when you are not near
You support me thoroughly
I feel you care
Our friendship is lovely
We could never be
Since our lives are so different
But I am happy
Knowing we are not committed
Our love is ironic
If that is the word
Trying to describe us
We have no need for
But me--you and I
We see through the glass
Of which no one else notices
They don’t see the other half
I love you for you
You love me for me
But honestly, I ask my self
Then why can’t we be
You must understand to love
You must learn to trust
One without the other
Disaster will be a must
But we don’t have that problem
Our friendship is so easy
Or maybe I only see it…
Superficially
With or without you
I will make life a joy
But knowing that I have you
I can avoid unnecessary turmoil
I know you don’t want to trust
But I want to love
I know I don’t want to care
But still you remain here
I am so happy that I found you
You brighten my day
Even if it’s not cloudy or rainy
I want you to stay
Copyright October 25 2009, Moniquea Brown
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Touch my body
Hear my pain
Kissing my lips
Drives me insane
Feeling the thunders
Of my heartbeats inside
Increasing his rhythm
Ignoring my cries
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When You draw me near
Love is like poetry
It can never properly be explained
Ambiguity is a given, there's no wrong answer here
But pain....pain can be defined
And Ohhhh sooo many words
All amounting to one meaning:
It will always burn
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When you draw me near
All I have to give you
Is what I don't have
Everything that you want
I seem to lack
I wish I was good enough for you
To where you could call me your own
But the removal of my innocence
Has left me torn
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When you draw me near
Copyright October 10 2009, Moniquea Brown
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Mom,
You have been there since day one
Unlike no other person
God put it so you were my mom
You are the essence of true beauty
Your class, your sass, your disposition
All creating an individual, unique
You have the most beautiful hair
Tied with Native American blood
Too bad we couldn’t espouse that culture
Oh yeah...you thought I forgot?
You are so kind and gentle
Your eyes seem to always see what’s right
That gift must be a delight
You are so pure that you seem innocent
Your eyes say nothing but love
And luckily I am blessed to receive it
I am your youngest, the baby
Two others…though there presence
Seems a maybe
You inspire me to be better
I see you as a strong woman
Of whom I want to mimic
You have held my hand for quite some time now
Slowly releasing it so that
I can be an adult now
You have been careful with your words to me
So that there will be no hard feelings
In case one of us leaves
God forbid that that would ever happen
But blessings like this come so rare
I enjoyed the majority of it
I am so proud to say that I was created by you
An individual with such intelligence and suave
I was made in the image of You
Love you Mom!
Copyright November 2009, Moniquea Brown
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You inspire me
I motivate you
Then ask yourself
Why can’t we be?
When the winters are cold
And the summers are hot
Together we give each other comfort
Eliminating all odds
When your dreams are crushed
And you need to be consoled
Here I will come
With open arms
Today it may pour
Tomorrow it may flood
But here I have built a ship
Together we will float atop the rush
The darkness will come
And the light will cease
But having me by your side
You have no need to grieve
Even if we cannot eat
And we have no place to live
I will provide you with a home
Even if in reality it does not exist
If you must go to war
And I am left a widow
Not a soul will know
That I suffer
If sickness manifest
And your body is no longer strong
Not a pleasure will I need
That isn’t your own
But I sit here and I wonder
If this message you will receive
Being that for many days
I have kept quiet what I feel
If you can hear me
Then talk to me
If you can feel me
Then touch me
If you know me
Then, greet me
If you love me
Then, alas why can’t we be?
Copyright October 25 2009, Moniquea Brown
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I watch you as you enter the room
Your presence is almost mystical
I greet your luminous eyes with a feeling of nostalgia
Silently remembering the days when we once were
We both have grown to be successful individuals
Although sometimes I feel that I have failed
Looking at you with your many perfections and then
Looking at myself with my many imperfections
This couldn’t have been a perfect match
You wink at me as you sit down behind the desk
Sometimes I wonder if you could read my thoughts
But if you could, would you mistake them for pleasure?
Because without you my life has long been a distress
I walk out the door to try and avoid looking into your face again
Seeing you so happy and me feeling the opposite
Sometimes I wonder if my heart can be unattached
But then again I don’t think the feelings will be relaxed
I can feel a presence walking up behind me so I turn to face whatever it was
Now I am standing in the eyes of the beholder
I stand there and hope, wondering if maybe you could hear my thoughts
But all I get is “You left your purse!”, oh love what have you done.
Copyright October 10 2009, Moniquea Brown
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