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Chatoya Shelton Poem
The oldest out of five
raised by a single mom
had to step into a role
at only 10 years old
become the surrogate
this responsible, bossy, level-headed pre-teen
persona to watch over 4 siblings
while mom was sacrificing to support us
still haunted by my not so adorable nick-name of "momma toya"
This mask, this facade I decided to put on
20 plus years of my life
is starting to crack
Pretending at being a strong, confident,
speak-my-mind, I'm-gonna-make-it-no-matter-what,
21st-century, Miss-Independent-Woman
is no longer enough
Those characteristics eventually did
became a part of the true me
but they only scratch the surface
Through recent circumstances
my other layers are starting to appear
this weak, not-so-sure-of-anything, needy,
cry-at-the-drop-of-a-dime, lost woman
sometimes suprising even me
having to reach deep down from within
to survive and peddle through
this craziness that my life has become
no longer striving for perfection
just trying to improve all of my parts
and become a better, more balanced type of me
Copyright © Chatoya Shelton | Year Posted 2010
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Chatoya Shelton Poem
Give me a chance
to wash away your tears;
demolish the fears
of all your past years.
Give me a chance
to heal your broken heart;
repair your wounded soul;
make you believe again.
Give me a chance
to love your hurt away;
replace the doubts and lies,
which could've been your demise.
Give me a chance
to be the other half
of your heart, your spirit, your soul,
me complete you and you the same for me.
Give us a chance
to experience love like no other;
work together to create a life
and be Forever.
Copyright © Chatoya Shelton | Year Posted 2010
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