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I want to tell you so many things, I want to remind you about my wonderful dreams. I sit
and listen to everyone wanting to respond, but since I can't I don't have much fun. I
want to hold and touch someone create a life, get married, and really bond.
The days go by so fast I want to cry, but when I think about how Blessed I am, then I
just sit and sigh.
I continue to Listen and not to speak, I continue to grow strong and not to be weak.
Because of the faith and hope I have, I know one day I'll be in Gods bosom fast asleep.
Speak for me
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Katrina was her name I must say,is this the same as nine eleven that came our way? Where
everybody cried, prayed, and hoped if they died, they would get to Heaven that Day.
They huged, got close, made promises they didn't keep, went back to business as usual in
lest that a beep.
Money promises were High for the rich, and Low for the poor, and anything else never got
through the door.
People had compassion for a minute or two, and after that you were never told what to do.
Workers went back to work without any choice, because no one listened to their cries,
they did'nt have a voice.
Flash backs, and night mares, returned when Katrina appeared, will anybody listen this
time? or will they just disapper.
Is this the same?
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Can You Hear Me Now?
I shared all my dreams with you
I shouted out loud and screamed many times
I cried and told you how I felt
I empted out everything that I have ever experienced in life
I asked if you understood
I thought I had your attention
I realize now I did all the talking you did none
I know now you never listened
I know now you never cared
I left you and moved on
I never looked back
Can you hear me now?
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As I stood tall strong unmovable from life itself, my mind focused ,balanced with no
worry of tomorrow.
Then it "happened" pain from a bleeding heart starvation came upon me from within.
I was stripped down to nothing
My mouth opened but the words were silent, my throat dry from the strain to push out the
sound of my voice.
surrounded by careless people, with no love, compassion, no feeling, no touch.
I was stripped down to nothing
Fighting to get lose from the chains,beating, physical and mental abuse,choking for
freedom,reaching out with both hands searching for true love.
I was stripped down to nothing
But the strength it gave me was so Great, the battle was won, and again I stood tall
strong and all the time the unknown experience molded me into something.
For now I am free and no longer stripped down to nothing.
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As I stood there in silence remembering the things that use to be, I tried to erase the
memories hoping this would set me free. The pain it caused the sleepless nights I
embraced, and the endless tears on my face as I felt so much disgrace. time went by day
by day night by night as I begin to lose sight. The strain on my mind with all the
waisted time. I listened for my screams from all the bad dreams, but I was not relieved.
the emptiness as I wanted to die and all I received was a mothers silent cry.
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The lost of a Father is painful I know, because I lost my father long ago. life is so
short we must treasure each Day, hold on to the good memories don't let them fade away.
Remember the good times, learn from the bad the ones that made you laugh, the ones that
made you sad.
The reality is none of us are here to stay, that is why Christ died to pave the way.
To a better life with the Father above for all who would obey him and except his love.
So weep if you must but not in dispair, for their will always be a place in your Heart
for your Father, and he will always be there.
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Who are the Judges? Can they see inside my Heart,look beyond my pain, and feel the blood
rushing through my vains.
Who are the Judges? Do they share the agony that I feel, from the struggles of my past.
Who are the Judges? Will they stand in my place, while I am hurt, humilated, raped, and
life taken from me.
Who are the Judges? Will they ever know will they ever see the real pain in me.
Who are the Judges.
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It hurt me
It moved me
It caught me off guard
It made me feel like I wanted to Die
It taught me a lesson I will never forget
It made me show love and respect without any regret
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Sometimes open
Sometimes shut
Sometimes still
Sometimes Ill
Some things in my mind
I cannot reveal
But yet I still live
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