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Sheryl Torrence Poem
The only heros and roll models
In this world today,
Are the persons referred to as
Self.
If you can't guide yourself
Teach yourself,
Learn from yourself
Listen to yourself
Just always remember
There's no one left.
We must love ourselves
Guide ourselves
Direct ourselves
Just be yourself
And inside
Your will find yourself,
Your hero, your roll model....
Sheryl
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Sheryl Torrence Poem
In Their Faces
In their faces
I see many things;
I see happiness and sadness
And a mind that’s wondering.
I see the joy
When they’ve scored well
On a test;
I see sadness
When they suffer
From the lack of rest.
I see victory
In each and every smile;
I see the pure heart
Of the innocent child.
I see the troubled child
Finding things hard to understand;
Being disobedient
When responding to a command.
I see special gifts
In the face of all
Some day to develop
Into the greatness
From which they have been called.
Sheryl Torrenc
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Sheryl Torrence Poem
Don’t Let My History Die
Don’t let my history die
Dear children of tomorrow;
The accomplishments of our peoples’ past
Their heartaches and their sorrows.
Don’t let my history die
The stories of picking cotton with bare hands;
Through the extreme heat and many rainy days
They spent traveling through this land.
Don’t let my history die
The story of how far we as a people have come;
Praying all through those days of slavery
Asking more strength from our God’s Son.
Don’t let my history die
Thinking only of today;
For we never know what tomorrow will bring
Therefore we should always pray.
Don’t let my history die
Thinking thyself wiser than our God
For our people of the hard days past
Paved a better way for you to trod.
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Sheryl Torrence Poem
Deliver My Soul
Deliver my soul
From the pain of each day;
Just come and love me
In a very special way.
Daily I think of you
I really care so much;
Daily I long to feel
Your very special touch.
MY days are getting shorter
The time on earth will past
An my heart will never feel the love
That I desire from you at last.
I know the outside displays
A sight that many can’t stand;
But yet there’s a heart inside
That desire to be loved by a special man.
I write words of my emotions
I write words I just want to share;
And daily I often Pray
That one day you will really care.
Copyright © Sheryl Torrence | Year Posted 2011
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