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Sharika Sellman Poem
In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie.
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate,
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart,
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws
But I am wondering is that all.
Copyright © Sharika Sellman | Year Posted 2012
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Sharika Sellman Poem
Kyree' is his name
The love we share is insane
He is Aunties' Prince ? ?
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Sharika Sellman Poem
Love
Its True
All I Do
Is Think About You
Love ? ?
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Hugs and kisses
The title of his misses
A bond that we strengthen together
Being able to make it through whatever
Then comes that day
When you love no more
Tears running down your cheeks
I think I just missed a heartbeat
Heartache
Heartbreak
This tough love
I can't take anymore.
Copyright © Sharika Sellman | Year Posted 2012
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Sharika Sellman Poem
My Big Sister
Having siblings is sometimes a pain
Like getting the blood drained from your veins
Fuss and fights, Pushes and pulls
I love my Big sister, I don’t know how you feel about yours
There are times when we have conversations that no one else understands
I can go to her about anything
When and if I have a problem she is there
Have a problem with her, you have a problem with me
My love for my big sister will never end.
Copyright © Sharika Sellman | Year Posted 2012
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Moms and Dads are important in a child’s life.
I love kids but they are not what I see for me at the moment.
I have the love of many children
Who all receive the love that my own would.
Hugs, Kisses, Care and Treats.
Their smiles keep me on my feet.
An auntie’s duties are never done.
From the headaches to the fun.
I wasn’t only blessed with the life of one.
More like the mighty group of five in my life.
From when they were born they are all I could see.
The love that they give is enough for me.
One girl and four boys is quite a challenge
But not for an auntie like me
Because I got the power.
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We haven’t been together that long
But my feelings for you are strong.
I love the way you make me smile
When you look into my eyes,
The feelings I get when we lay side by side.
I love it when we play fight cause deep down
Inside I know you will never hurt met.
I love the way our bodies touch and the
Softness of your lips when they touch mine.
I love almost everything about you.
I really love that you are willing to
Change the things I don’t like.
When we depart each other my joy quickly
Goes away and I begin to count the days
When we see each other again.
I know I may not show my feelings for you
The way you want but baby believe me,
They are there and I truly care.
Copyright © Sharika Sellman | Year Posted 2012
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Sharika Sellman Poem
A Relationship
Don’t think I was quite ready
But I loved the thought of “Going Steady”
Walking down the street, holding your hand.
Being able to tell friends, “That’s my man”
But wanting it all so bad is where I went wrong.
I thought our love was strong
Bits and pieces are missing from our puzzle.
Which means we are not quite complete with each other.
I’m not a quitter but you will not push me over
Because the love I have for myself is enough for me alone
Believe me I can stand on my own.
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Having someone you trust is a must living in this world full of sin.
You never know when, when to let out your feelings or who to tell.
But there is this one girl that knows me well.
Her name is CaSaundra and I am so glad I found her.
We hold each other’s deepest thoughts and secrets.
When I’m feeling down she is the one I want to be around.
There aren’t many people I trust because once I open my mouth to express myself, they run and tell everyone else.
But CaSaundra is special, she is like no one else.
Instead of me taking time to write down my feelings in a book,
I open my mouth as she looks, she not only looks but she listens.
She is kind and she is sweet and as we lay near each other we hear each other’s heartbeat.
Writing this poem about the best godsister there is, my eyes begin to fill with tears.
But she is everything to me and I love her to death.
She is my Walking Diary!
Copyright © Sharika Sellman | Year Posted 2012
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Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened.
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.
Copyright © Sharika Sellman | Year Posted 2012
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