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Monica Evette Poem
I look at you and I don't want you
Stopped needing your kiss and touch
Needed you to love me for me
Tried to get you to do your part
Make memories and cherish those made
Buried in depression
Covered in guilt and pain
Still I stayed
Looking for a way out
Wanting to be anywhere but here
Going across the bridge I want to drive off
Fly into the sky
Fall into the river below
'Til death do us part
Copyright © Monica Evette | Year Posted 2010
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Monica Evette Poem
You came to see me today
Only it wasn't you
He stood still looking at me
Staring into my soul
Neither of us speaking
I could see you in him
The way his suspenders rested on his shoulders
Shoe worn from wear
Belly hard and round from years of good eating
So silent we stood and then I smiled
The familiar stranger smiled and nodded in return
He turned and shuffled away
Thanks for coming to see me grandpa
I miss you
Copyright © Monica Evette | Year Posted 2010
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Monica Evette Poem
First Name Monica
Mother, Friend, Lover, Grand-daughter
Sister of Raymond
Lover of Art, Long Drives, Rainy Days
Who Feels Pain, Passion and Longing
Who Fears Losing Love, Regret, Heights
Who would like to see His face again, Greece and Italy
Resident of Newport News, VA
Last Name Evette
Copyright © Monica Evette | Year Posted 2010
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Monica Evette Poem
I can't pop my gum when I speak
I was born without that gene
I don't show the fullness of my hips through the tight fit of my jeans
I like breathing
I don't accentuate my words with a finger cutting through the air
My meaning still comes through
I may not act like you, walk like you or talk like you
I am still a Black Woman
We share the same passion and pain
Our mothers and grandmothers gave us our sass
Our fathers and grandfathers gave us our strength
I may not be just like you but I am you
A Black Woman
Copyright © Monica Evette | Year Posted 2010
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Monica Evette Poem
I use my GPS to find my way to you
Please let this love be true
Left, right or keep straight
GPS tells me which roads to take
Each mile gone brings me closer to you
I watch as the sun changes its hue
My heart fills with anticipation
"Take the exit right, go straight on. You have reached your destination."
747 miles, 12 hours alone in my car
It was love that brought me this far.
Copyright © Monica Evette | Year Posted 2010
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