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Jalisa Stewart Poem
If only this message could make it to heaven.
All the things I would say,
pour out my heart,
truly talk to my friend.
I would speak of good times,
to hear your silly laugh.
As I forever wait for your reply.
If only, if only
All that’s left are the memories past.
Now you are a greater being,
you could no longer roam the earth,
and as you ascended into heaven,
you gave each of us a piece of you
to keep in our hearts.
I smile knowing you are sharing stories with God,
and lifting the spirits of the angels.
If only this message could make it to heaven.
It would float on my tears
And fly on sorrow’s wings
to reach the familiar destination of your heart.
If only, if only this message would make it to heaven
My brother, my friend,
Hear my heart.
We love you.
We miss you.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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Flying kites in a lightning storm
dancing in my metal shoes
I'm tense.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2013
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Jalisa Stewart Poem
I can’t remember a time when my people were treated like nothing and
Branded like cattle with red iron.
I can’t remember
When my people were taken from their families and homes
I can’t remember
The tribe I came from, or the way we were beaten for the way we were born.
I can’t remember
When we were colored, *****, or property.
I can’t remember but I wear the scars
No longer on my flesh but engraved on my heart, I wear the scars.
I can’t remember
The reason I’m black and proud or what inspired one man’s dream.
I can’t remember but I wear the scars
I’ll never forget what I can’t remember
These memories are the reason I push hard.
The push of my people resides in my punch.
What I can’t remember is the reason I push.
I can’t remember. But it remembers me.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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Jalisa Stewart Poem
3 yesterdays ago I thought about today.
3 yesterdays ago today wasn't far enough away
Always living 3 days away,
planning and contemplating
of ways to live, and how not to die.
3 yesterdays ago death crept up my stair.
Claiming me as its victim.
3 yesterdays ago I should've lived, enjoyed my life and had spontaneous fun. Instead
I planned and planned
3 yesterdays ago I died and as for today,
my plans won't be met.
I never lived but I surely died,
planning for today
3 yesterdays ago.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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My thanks is given
not to what I have,
but to what I don't.
I don't have;
bad health,
regrets,
hate,
sadness,
or fear.
I am truly thankful for all the things I don't have.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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I can’t be normal, I can’t be nothing.
My heart doesn’t beat to the sound of the everyday drum.
I can’t be normal; the power of change is in me,
The power of change is me.
I can’t be normal, I can’t be nothing.
Great are my lips and the words they speak.
Miraculous are my hands and the art they create.
I can’t be normal, I can’t be nothing.
My tone is cocky, my thoughts are not of this world.
I think great therefore I am,
I know I’m great therefore I will be.
I can’t be normal, I can’t be nothing.
Others tell me what I am not,
Not pretty enough or not skinny enough.
I tell them what I am,
painted in the image of God, more beautiful than life itself.
I won’t be normal, I won’t be nothing.
The world is mine to change, I am change.
I have never been normal, I won’t ever be nothing.
Nothing is normal, therefore I am great.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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Arrange rays of sunshine
to make my son shine
with light or dark he is my heart
although his existence
is just a figment.
I count the days until his age.
One, two
then he'll learn to tie his shoe
three, four
and he'll learn to build a fort
He is not here
but my heart is filled,
with love for him like no other
Unofficially
I am his mother
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2012
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Words flow out,
like darkness swallowing the day.
Becoming all I see,
around and around,
swarming like bees.
Captured between two sheets
growing, moving, living
in a page.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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Jalisa Stewart Poem
Death is silence
heard by the heart.
Given by those we once loved,
and now are lost.
Tears fill the void,
sadness bleeds from life.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2012
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in the womb, a life unborn
unlimited potential
not yet tanted by the hate of this world.
a simply blissful existence,
halfway between life and death
all things are possible
limitations don't exist
Once in the world will he or she be
prosecuted for reasons not understood,
with the verdict guilty already in place
Will it, he, her, them be given a chance.
Or will their dreams be crushed even before they start,
Dream big, go far
told to them from the time of forever.
Only to be crushed by the truth of humanilty.
Dream big, go far
Wake up and go no more.
Reality sets in, life is too short
there's not enough time.
Reality set in so they dream no more.
Copyright © Jalisa Stewart | Year Posted 2012
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