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Shirley Garnettsteverson Poem
It's Friday night
In the Ghetto
Screams
From the dark ring out
A little girl crying
Daddy don’t hit mama
Sit down and shut up
Yelling
Banging
On the walls
As neighbors threaten
To call the cops
Drugs in the hallways
Drugs on the streets
Who will that pretty girl meet
To make the money
To feed the habit or pay
The bills or just to eat.
And still around the corner
Near the shops
The people stand
And talk about the promise land
Its Friday night in the ghetto and the
Promise land is
The pawn shop
Fried chicken
Peanut butter and jelly.
The music from the barber shop
Makes a fellow stop
And touch fists
With a friend
From around the way
Hey remember the day
Then out of the night air
Shots ring out
That little girl
Sitting on the floor
Playing with her dolls
Ken and Barbie
Dreaming of a time
When she will meet her
Ken and maybe
Falls on her face
This is the place
The ghetto
And its Friday
Poem by SGSteverson
From the book"Four Pieces of a Silver Coin"
Posted 09/14/2011
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Said hello on Monday
Married you on Tuesday
Said goodbye on Wednesday
Thursday there was blood
Friday’s child
No more drama
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Whose job is it to teach and to guide
To instill in a girls heart
The lessons needed for life
A mothers touch is like no other
You were too young to know
How to train and show
Each child to know
What is right and what is wrong
It didn’t need to be a song
And dance
Just daily guidance
Lessons would be learned
About the boundaries
Because my adversaries
Took my ignorance
As compliance
How do you say no
When you’re not sure
If a hand on a knee
Or a hand up your skirt
Would lead them to think
That I was free
To be treated like dirt
There were times I needed a hug
But you would shrug
You are to big
For that sort of thing
Yet I would see you hug my sibling
Jekyll and Hyde
One minute hot
One minute cold
A mothers love
Who can tell
If what you get
Will serve you well
I will not dwell on the past
I choose to cast
Those demons behind me
And embrace
A mothers love at last.
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You feel special
Do you?
Life and soul
Are you?
Truth be told
You’re an actor
Darling
Playing a part
Who is the real you?
Moody
Non communicative
Demanding
Jealous
Yet,
I love you
This madness must be stopped.
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In the garden of love
Paper work
Fingerprints
Dress
Suit
Limo
Guests
Money
In the garden of love
Smiling
Laughing out loud
Photos
Signatures
Cheers
The kiss
In the garden of love
Hotels
Parties
Champagne
Loving
Bubble bath
Bedroom
Deep in the garden of love
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Is it really true that the swift have the race
What race you say
The race of life say me
Or is it so that he who remains in the race
The victor to be
I want to render the race complete
But it is not to me belong the rule
So here I am walking
Along the broad way
When its the narrow road I should trod
Then what is to become of the runner
Who stopped half way
He who would falter
So many did try
And oh how they failed
Am I to be of that sort
Maybe the help I sought
Was not the help I did need.
And then they say oh look at thee
Have fallen from the tree of life
To be all for eternity
Not I say me
Before the call at Judgment day
Until the final trumpet blow
For its not for you to say
Who should stay or who should go
But he who knows the hearts desire
Shall be the one to say expire.
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My beloved
I was not there when you were born
But you were on my mind
Just like your daddy
You have the capacity to grab all the attention
Talked to you on the phone
Garble! garble! garble!
Its your Granma I say
Can't wait to see you one day
You mean the world to your daddy
And your mommy and me
I’m the happiest I have ever been he said.
He wakes at night to feed you
Even when he is tired
You are his pride and joy.
These words are a letter to Marley
Who lay across the sea.
Poem by Mrs_Steverson
03/08/2011
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I look in his face
And I see you
I hear his voice
And it’s not you
When he hugs me
I wish it were you
Nevertheless,
You are with another
You hold her hand
I wish it were mine
You hear her voice
Oh let it be mine
Just say my name
And, I’ll come running
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