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Juliet Maata Poem
Every time you slammed the door
Every time you dropped the call
Every time you yell at me through and through
I get tired too.
Every time you passed before me
Every time complaints ring upon me
Every time murmurs being me
I get tired too.
Am I your emotions punching bag?
Am I your stress reliever?
Am I your eyes strainer?
Can’t take it anymore
I wanna flee faraway
Hiding in mountains, caves and valleys
Where shadows are no more
Pissing me off I can’t control
Every time I was criticized
Every time I was embarrassed
Every time I’m manipulated
Underrated, I get tired too.
Most of the time you frown
Tantrums hit the ground
The reasons are unknown I got mixed emotions
I wanna stay away
For toxics just have pure fun with me
Seizing my right to be me
Seeing me as a piece of prey
I get tired, I am tired I am exhausted
I am frustrated
Getting messed with you
I wanna fight back with you
But it’s not necessary for I love you so
Strangled by the bond that cannot be taken
It’s not mistaken, it’s purely original
Don’t know how can this be shaken
My life is not optimal
Copyright © Juliet Maata | Year Posted 2024
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Juliet Maata Poem
Woe for those who shout for anger
Rumbling upon the fiery scene
Drooling vengeance spits within
Stinky Truth opens in awe and despair
Mirror of Justice, who’s to be blame
Poor am I but rich in desire
Weak as called, bullied your Sire
My heart is not iron enough to melt all my sighs.
Tell me, who’s mouths should be sealed,
Whose eyes should turn blind and ears in deaf?
Whose actions should be censored and fired?
Whose memories and judgment should we rely on?
Pounds of objections and complaints have been laid
Accuses and excuses are ready to crumple
A group of bystanders is called to ponder
Those in power truly proves their power
What can I do Mirror of Justice?
When weak I am to defend
My intentions are not on the frequency
Ears are built with own’s pride and views solely
Whom can I trust and hold a plea?
My longing rust for a slim chance to get flee
My confidence rots when they blow heavily
Am I destined to be crippled in such a way?
My heart was cut, sliced, and bled endlessly
Minced by the circumstances and pain within
Pinched to its depth ‘til it snoozed out mercilessly
Pail as it looks, shredded, squeezed until it’s called the end
Does my echoing cry reach you, my Sire?
My days are counted to what they desire.
Can’t help to burst floods by my tears
Rivers of aches truly need your divine spare
Mirror of Justice, to when should I stare?
No show of protection reflects in my situation
How many tears should I cry out?
To block my eyes and heart in such pain?
Mirror of Justice, Show me
To what extent I should carry? Enlighten me so I will agree
If pain could be a better me,
So, it be.
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Juliet Maata Poem
If a day starts/ ends without me,
I would be totally happy and free
Free from worries and anxieties
Temptations and negativities
The world is temporary
Life has to be returned
No regrets to be carried on
For eternal offers more
I Have been in this world long before
And I thought my purpose was done for
Though not sure what it takes me for
Trusting his will to lead me to that door
Glad I was here to be with you
Spending moments from the day and through
Fights and hurting feelings a test of pro
In dealing with things smoothly and true
Forgiveness is laid out for you
Forgive me for not speaking it to you
Deep in my heart, I engraved it with love
May heaven bless you more my love
A sinner should humbly ask
Forgiveness from your heart
Failings and incapacity that troubled your heart
My dear, I do not know how to start
Courage I should have summon
Fears should have been outcast
Creativity should have been cultivated
But I was and always not a perfect one
Blessed I was with you
To match and be compatible with you
You deal the things from here and fro
To which I do not like to do
I thank all the people surrounding me
A gift or a blessing for me
Measure them in any of their length
But for me, they serve my very strength
Bless all those who desire Peace and happiness may they acquire
This humble servant who longs and cry
May God bless all your heart’s desires.
Copyright © Juliet Maata | Year Posted 2024
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