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Shanaye Hurtt Poem
On that cold night
my heart did sink,
I was the only one standing weak.
my heart went flip-flop, flip-flop
while he spoke,
that was the end of you and me.
He said, "I wasn't good enough."
I asked, "why?"
He said, "'cause you're a liar,"
my heart died.
3 years of my life
I dedicated to him.
On our wedding day
he did this sin.
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Shanaye Hurtt Poem
The way it made me feel
I could not describe,
I got this sharp pain in my stomach
Then it moved from side to side.
I stood on the corner and watched people pass.
I asked for some change to help,
No one gave.
I had this empty hole in my stomach,
It’s called hunger, I didn’t want it to last.
But no, it did, because I was homeless you see.
I got this way because I couldn’t
Next resort was the trash,
That was the spot; I really didn’t want to be.
I dug and dug, but i still couldn’t find nothin’.
I had this empty hole in my stomach,
It’s called hunger, but it had begun to last.
I went to a kitchen, but they said they were all out, I cried on the inside so they
couldn’t see what I was all about.
I went and sat on the corner,
Then I looked up and saw Him.
He extended his hand,
Then he extended the other one, to help me up.
He took me to Chick-fil-a and paid my way.
A job?
This was the second thing he helped with,
He said, “There is a job opening.”
A smile appeared on my lonely, dark, and dirty face.
I said, “Yes, I’ll love to go,”
Then he spruced me up.
And he took me there.
I got the job,
Because the person saw I had some potential.
I walked out and shouted
Happy, was the way I felt,
I tried to thank the stranger but I couldn’t find him anywhere.
This was the story of how I had an empty hole in my stomach,
it was called hunger, it no longer last.
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Shanaye Hurtt Poem
I don't know why I let you keep doing this to me.
I keep opening this wound and u keep making it bleed.
I've known you for five years,
We've been on and off for three.
I thought you changed because of the things you told me.
But you haven't, its just the game I have already seen.
You tell me you love me
But do u really?
Since the day we had that talk
you just left me hangin' in the dark.
You call me baby,
But its just sweet talk.
You said you wanted to see me since its has been a long time coming.
You even made a promise.
You told me we can be an item if that's what you want to label it.
Now I realize how you just played me
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Shanaye Hurtt Poem
Im not skinny mini,
and I'm not plump like a pea.
I'm just me
that's all I can be.
My dimensions are out of whack.
My hair does whatever,
but that's me
that's all I can be.
You might not like how I dress
or the way I act,
but jolly gee
all I can be is me!
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