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Best Poems Written by Phylicia Demeritte

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Bob the Builder

You apologize over and over,
Yet do it again cold shoulder.
In church every Sunday saying you’re a “righteous” man, 
But at home you’re the devil’s right hand man.

It’s crazy how your so smart and calculated with liquor,
Yet you didn’t even graduate high school no paper. 
You had jobs that paid well 
Now you’re jobless cause of the lies you tell.
How foolish of you

When you were younger what did you want to do with your life? 
It doesn’t matter because you’re just a man addicted to liquor.
You’re sick not just in the head but all over.
I hate giving you the cold shoulder.
But you caused this don’t try play Bob the builder 

You can’t fix this.
You always ask what do you want for Christmas 
You assume money.
But I want more than that I want my childhood back.

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You Broke Me

You say you love me but still disrespected me 
I hate you 
I opened up to you just for you to hurt me 
Is that how you love somebody? 

Is there a medicine for heartbreak? 
I can’t even eat because of your mistake 
No food, no sleep, just headache 
I need a break.

Played me like an instrument 
All because you couldn’t resist
“I’m sorry” is all you could say 
I only feel disgust when I look at your face
You need to be in jail, a repeat offender I fear. 

You say you love me with all your heart but that can’t be love 
You and her got deep that’s great to know 
I hate you from head to toe

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Peace

How would it feel to wake up with no worry? 
No more pain, sorrow or anxiety 
No more overthinking? How happy I’d be
Free from this mental slavery 

How sweet my emancipation day would be 
No more whips and chains life bestowed upon me
I have so much flaws that you don’t see
I cover them up so you only see the good in me.

I’m like a blue hole.
The surface is a beautiful indigo, but pitch black below.
Sadly, sometimes the darkness consumes me 
It has me in a chokehold like a dog on a leash 

Some days I want to go to the beach without a life vest 
I can’t swim so there’s only one way my visit will end 
I imagine my lungs being filled with salty sea air
The wind in my 4b/c hair 
That beautiful body of water will be the last to see my tears

No more heartbreaks
No embarrassment 
No more tears 
Just Peace 

The end probably feels like a breath of relief,
But you no longer need air to breathe.
As much as I want to be freed like Kunta Kinte
My leap of absence would be a pity 
I’m talented, beautiful, funny, and witty
So I’ll push through until God says my mansion is ready.

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Make a Wish

A day we all look forward to growing up
A day surrounded by love and cake
Is now replaced with hate

A day I no longer care for 
A day I wish I wasn’t the fastest swimmer
Which is crazy because suddenly I can’t swim anymore 

Every year something goes wrong
That reminds me what’s the point 
This is just a normal day 
Just wake up thank God for life and move on

When I was younger I felt bad for people that don’t celebrate their birthdays 
But now I understand 
I’m one of those people now 

If younger me saw me now 
She wouldn’t recognize herself 
She would be sad at the sight 
I’m not just older 
I’m sadder than I was as a child

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Universal Remote


I wish I had a remote to control my thoughts 
It would be great to change the volume, mute or source
If only I could change the negative thoughts channel to the sports channel.
Or even change the channel to Cartoon Network or Disney 
Take me back to my childhood, when I wasn’t all sad and busy.
Things were free and all I had to do was chores.

Pause Jaws 
Let’s watch Harry Potter or Star Wars 
Sadly, I can’t escape my thoughts through Netflix or Hulu.
You can’t escape you.

These thoughts are a lot feels like I’m in quicksand
I think I need a hand 
“How to escape?” I type on Google 
But all I see is get help or find a therapist on Yelp 
It’s overwhelming 
I’m confused
I can’t breathe 
Covid? Cancer? Google, this is the last thing I need…

With nowhere else to turn I look to you and your word 
How foolish of me 
You should’ve been first,
But you weren’t even first, second or third.
I need a cease and desist from my thoughts you see.
Can you hear me? 
Please hear me I know your not a genie,
But help me.
Peace of mind is all I ask 

I’m tired of taking pills so my brain can quiet down 
My brain is like a hamster on a wheel 
Nonstop until it needs to breathe 
I think it’s time 
I need a water break.
That big red button until the next day
Power off for right now brain 
I need a break

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Dermatillomania

Am I a freak? 
I pick my skin until I bleed
It brings me peace and comfort 
Google says it’s my mental health or OCD 
It goes away for weeks, but when it comes back I have to feed 

My fingers just pick my skin without notice 
Now my thumbs look atrocious 
I’m an addict minus the drugs and liquor 
Now I’m officially a bloodsucker because of this disorder
I need to sleep 
But I don’t stop until I feel the need 
Can they tell? 
I just picked my skin until I bleed

They ask “What happen to your thumb?”
And I turn numb 
This is embarrassing 
Enough is enough 
Sadly I wish that’s all I could say to make this stop

If I’m sad or upset
I would pick my skin until I need to rest
What’s wrong with me?
I think I need help

Back when I was unemployed and depressed
I picked my skin to ease the stress
But it got so bad I couldn’t walk with sense 
Yea it’s official 
I need help

Nowadays it’s not as bad
But I still keep a box of bandaids on hand 
I wish this disorder was fake or a fantasy   
Unfortunately, it’s my reality 
I think it’s because of my anxiety 
I try to stop but it’s like trying not to pee as soon as you wake up 
I need help with my sobriety

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Stages of Grief

Am I in that stage of Grief where I’m just angry? 
Like how dare you leave me?
You were the glue.
I shed a tear or two.
Then aggression enters and it feels like a big f you
I need you.

But you had better things to do
How is it? The other realm?
I just wish I could see you again
Take some of this pain away
I’m overwhelmed.

It just won’t be the same 
I have to accept that before I go insane

You’re dead.

I need to get that in my head