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Ramon Mccullough Poem
Every little girl will one day grow up to be a woman,
However age does not make a little girl a women. Because not all women know
how to be a woman.
A woman knows her sacrifices, and most of all herself
worth. She knows she holds the want, and need of every man. She knows what
that man would do to gain what she has.
A woman doesn't give her all with ease, she knows her
costs. She's the protector, the provider of her children, and anyone else under
her wing. The care taker, she stands strong long after he leaves. Struggle heart
ache, unbarring pain.
A woman stands strong through all her battles, she
knows her tears doesn't make her weak, but add to her strength.
A woman knows you only place your hands on her with
the gentlest touch, she knows she is not there for you to torture, mistreat, or
abuse.
A woman knows is not your woman, but her own woman
allowing you the privilege to be with her. She also know how to take that privilege
away, she knows, and demands her respect. She respects herself.
A woman knows she is not to be mistreated, never willing
led a stray. She also knows that if you don't have anything to add to her life your
no good her. She not going allow you to take away.
A woman knows the preciousness of her body, she not
going to allow you to devour her temple without charge. She knows the difference
between selling your body , and getting what you need.
A woman knows not only her age makes her a woman.
Only a true woman knows how to be a woman.
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You promised to take care of me, love me, and treat me right. When I needed you
you were there for me kept me warm, and safe through cold nights. How could
you risk my life, take my will. You gave me something I could never return, you
hurt my heart it really burns. Now I'm battleing a fight for my life, I gave you so
many chances now I'm paying the ultimate sacrifice. I don't want to die, i'm just
not ready yet, there is so much I want to do, now my life maybe cut short all
because of you. I thought you were faithful fooling myself it's only me you love,
until the doctor told me you were in the process of sending me to the heavens
above. If you didn't know; you I could not blame, how could you lay down with me.
Me giving you my all, you causing me everything. My life is not in the hands of
Aids, but in Gods I trust. I haven't lost my battle yet; I will stay on the battle field.
Fighting till the end just not to let you win. I loved you so much, how could you
hate me so? What did I do to desearve this is the only thing that plays on my
mind, I gave you my heart, my soul, all my time. Now I don't know how much time
I have left to give. By my will and faith I will live, I gave you all but my life I will not
give. You hurt me enough, you can't hurt me no more. Even though you have
given me this, who knows let what God, has for me in store. I will still fight with all
my might I cannot and will not let you win. You may have marked my time, but
only God knows when.
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Ramon Mccullough Poem
Life holds a whole lot of obstacles designed to bring you
down-
Leaving you lost seeming to never be found.
Life is what you make it, never let it make you-In whatever
you go through hold on to faith you will make it through.
Life is hard sometime and no one ever said it was fair,
sometime you feel all alone with no one there to care.
You only live one life, so live it as only you can-this is your
story and only could write the way it ends.
Love, live, give life your all, keep stance on sturdy ground
and you will not fall.
In every pain of life there is a lesson to learn, and believe
that when you get to heaven you will truly receive the reward you have earned.
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The night faded away, the sun brought forth a new day.
New promises new hope-
My night was rough not sure how I made it, but now it's part of my past
I'm on to a new day, a new way, I didn't give up and I made
it through the storm.
This new day has brought forth a peaceful calm, a new faith.
It gives me the will to move on knowing no matter how bad the night.
A new day falls, I can still hear Gods, voice in the whispers of the birds call.
No one ever said life is easy, but you can find the strength to survive.
Life is a game and you have to play to win, so many
rewards await your path if only you just make it to the end.
Life makes no promises and doesn't owe you anything,
You have to stand strong through your storm, in order to gain peace in the rain.
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