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My pink dress was my favorite thing to wear
to church...and her and there
My pink dress made with ruffles and lace
o'how I wore it with love and grace
My pink dress didn't go pass my achy lil'knees
pictues so that when I grow out of it everyone still sees...
...that it was my favorite dress
now put away in my Mommie's chest
Did you have a favorite thing to wear...
that you would like to share
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"Goosh, is that who I see",
"Winnie the Pooh, It's Mickey Mouse, do you remember me?"
"Where are you going Winnie? I am on my way to Disneyland",
"Where I shall meet all of my friends".
"Me too Mickey , I shall see you there near the honey tree",
"Where me and all of my friends will be".
Time goes on, Mickey Mouse and Pooh Bear and all of thier friends meet near the honey tree,
They all were filled with glee.
Mickey, "I want you to meet my friends Christopher Robin, Piglet and Eeyore",
..."then there's Roo, Rabbit, Tigger, Owl and Kango, oh boy"...
"Aw gee, the same for me, meet my friends Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy and Pluto and Minnie Mouse",
"We would love for you to come to our clubhouse".
The clubhouse filled with friends and friends anew,
...so many they did not know what to do...
They decided they would have a tea party with lemon, honey and cheese,
It's two o'clock the air filled with laughter and voices saying "pass me the cheese please".
When the party was over it was time to clean the clubhouse up, so everyone had a task,
Things were done when one hour passed.
Then it was time to say good bye, Mickey yelled "I will see you soon" to Winnie and his friends,
Winnie's reply was, "just let me know when".
Off to the Hundred Acre Wood where they all lived, Christopher Robin led the way,
While the others followed, it seemed that they all enjoyed their stay.
[contest entry ] Jackie Thomas 1/5/2013
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Holiday cheers...
Laughter and tears...
Christmas songs...
...all the day long...
Family and friends, this is great!...
...kids voices in the air, Mom, Dad what did I get, I can hardly wait!...
Mistoes...
Turkey and dinner rolls...
Cinnamon smells...
...and cocktails...
Egg nog and sweets to eat...
...pass me the gravy please...
oh boy the gifts you received...
...surprises you didn't believe...
Another unwanted fruit cake this year...
...from grandma, who's so dear...
The day after Christmas, still so excited...
Missing family and friends you invited...
Grandma calls to say "o'what'a time"!...
"I love the gifts, did you like mine?"...
The phone calls ends, "until next year"...
..."I can't wait to celebrate the Holiday cheer".
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Allegations of Injury to a Child-Bodily Injury they say…
I am “no bill” to this day
Still suffering the aftermath of it all
…just as I said it all begin from one call
Child Protective Services heard what I had to say
Uhmm! Stating that “everything was going to be ok”
Nah! Not the case, I was arrested on the above charge I did not know why
All because my husband told a lie
This poor child was in the system when I married his father in 2004
When back in the system they did ignore
Somebody somewhere beat that poor child to death
Imagine how he really, really felt
Not being able to protect himself from it all
Again, I was accused just from one call
The child was not in the home during the alleged crime
Not even attending a school in our district at the time
CPS released the child to my husband’s mistress, how and why
He called her to go to the school at which point they both denied
Yep, they pinned this horrible crime on me and no other
Just so that they could plot to be together
I really hope that they are happy now and forever
I forgive them…stoop to their level? I will never!
GOD will protect that poor child since he can’t do it alone
…oh and his father who want for heavens sake admit he is wrong
Thank you heavenly father for guiding me through
I must give credit where credit is due
I pray O Lord protect that child in his growing years
And please O Lord, remove all of his fears
Let him grow in peace Dear Lord
Spite everything his father done don’t let them grow apart
A life lesson I learned from in deed
Please O Lord, help that child with his every need
Remove all hate from heart, mind and soul
Let him (Tommy Daniels, Jr) grow up WHOLE AMEN
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On this day I confess that I am sad for life and what I chose,
What I am really feeling, only I and God knows.
June 2008, I met a handsome man during my work hours,
Who in the beginning, bought me flowers...
As time passed he begin to fight and
...and always thinks he is right.
His temper begin to explode on contact more and more,
Not only am I physically in pain, my heart is tore.
Why do I stay to endure this pain?
I tried leaving over and over again.
It is always "I am sorry for hurting you, please forgive me",
I wish I can figure out how to just be.
The conquences are yelling and bodily harm,
Then before it's over, here comes the charm.
Manipulative, he is in deed,
With nothing to hang onto, my heart cannot feed...
...on the shadow love that is left,
And more and more my heart is becoming deaf.
I spend my days wondering why he makes loving him so hard,
Praying, "please help me Lord".
Though this is a cycle, he watched as a kid the very thing that he does,
...and me wishing that he would just forget what was.
Then I think to myself I can't blame his mom for doing what I am doing, hanging in there,
I often wonder was her staying caused by fear.
Seems as if what he does is ok with some,
Which really, really makes my heart so very numb.
Is it ok?, because that is what you their hearts knew and learned,
Abuse is silent and should be a major concern.
No matter what type of abuse it is...
Something, Father must give....
I too watched and learned abuse, it that why I was attacted to this type of love,
Please Lord, reveal to me a end from above.
The funny thing is that he can be so sweet and caring at times, oh no, not me that is!,
Father God today, how much longer can my heart live?
He often brags to me that his sisters are very strong and does not let men harm them in any way,
But on the other hand reminds that "if I strike back, I will pay".
Everything that I do is not right my any means,
"He is so perfect" it seems...
Everything that I have just bundled up and said,
I shall leave this passion and pray for a end as I lay in my bed.
My prayer is "please on Lord help me find me once again,
Revise my heart O'Lord, remove me from this sin.
I am weak and with no words to say,
I understand Lord, it is Your Will and Your Way.
End this end the physical, verbal and emotional abuse,
I know from this point on I too have to fix what I choose.
I ask myself over and over, O'Lord is this what I deserve?
From my innocent eyes and closed ears all my life this is what I heard.
Your Word father, tells me that it is not so,
But, my fear of leaving O'Lord has me afraid to go.
I know I must build my faith, it is only in the amount of a mustard seed,
I pray to You in this time of need.
Graze my heart with love and peace until that day is finally here,
Until then help me Lord through this pain and fear.
I also pray for him Father, that those demons are released,
Graze his heart too, with love and peace.
Amen
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Once married to a Nigerian man, mean and cruel
Who pretty much thought I needed to follow only his rules
Once married to a Nigerian, he had one intention, his 'green card'
I will continue to fight Immigration in that regard
Love from him was not a factor beginning or end
August 2004 is when it all begin
Struggling through the cheating and lies
Asking GOD, then patiently waiting on His reply
Yet trying to understand that we can not questioned His doing and His will
I can't begin to tell you how he made me feel
Fussing and fighting each day of the week
Working day and night not getting a wink of sleep
Did he care? ...nah...! I don't think so!
Little did he know...
...that I had planned long before he thought I would get away and out on my own
By the Grace of GOD I did...move on!!
But before it that happen...
I cared for his son as if he were mine,
He was taken away before the end of time.
He never contributed money to house for anything,
I looked up and he pawned my wedding ring.
I stayed in a hospital bed nearly dying of pain,
The entire nine days he never came.
He changed the locked the front door with the lock and chain latch,
I looked around and patio door was not attached.
I suppose this was to keep me out,
He called the police and they begin to scream and shout...
...about me entering what we called[ OUR ]home at the time,
The police explained to him that was committing a civil crime.
He was arrested several times for domestic violence,
Threatening me each time to stay in silence.
He would ALWAYS say " Jock-ee, dis iz'a disgrace to Nigerian men",
"If u'do-int believe, axe mii fee-ind"
I would ask what is the disgrace?...you aciting this way because I want as submissive as a Nigerian woman, as he would say,
His reply would be "You will see on-ee day!"
Then the show Cheaters was aired on TV as episode six hundred and thirteen,
HIM: 'wah iz da meanin'of all dis'- ME: 'what tha' **** you mean?'
He would always call his uncle Zak, as if he could tell me what to do,
And Zak would part with me, and say "R*****, I do-int ba-leeve wah u tellin'me iz'a true"
HIM: after it is all over with his Uncle Zak, "You'a Amard-ee-can gurl, you ru-ind mii famil-ee, You'a sush'a Bee-ch"
ME: "You just sign the divorce, you green card leech"
...and I was your prey,
It's going to be okay one day.
Now departed from him living a much better life
Praying to GOD that I will some day I become somebody's wife
I didn't ask you before but I ask now O'Lord
That man you send me, we evenly yoked and on one accord
Jackie
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You gave me up when I was born,
This to me should be a mother's scorn.
I saw you from time 2 time(s) as I grew,
But your heart I never knew.
YOUR focus was OTHER things and not me, my sister or my brother,
After giving me and them up you had anOTHER.
She of ALL your children was the ONLY one you took the time to rear,
I said before, when you passed I would not shed a tear.
December 23, 2012, God called you on home,
When I heard the news it was via phone.
The last I saw you was a very sad thing,
...because you did not know my name.
As I looked at you, your features and body shape, I was thinking Oh my!
How I look, you were the reason why.
Though I never knew and will NEVER know your traits and what made you happy or sad,
The fact the you gave me life is ALL the love I ever had.
Rest In Peace prehaps I will meet you soon,
The facts remain, that we learn in the womb.
This I say because, I ask questions and try and figure out your past which some things seems to mirror me,
...I am thinking how could this be...!
After birth, I was never around you long enough to pick on the things you do,
..how on earth could I be like you...
So, for whatever reason you gave me up when I born,
No closure and not knowing who gave me life, was the only reason I mourned.
The man that planted the seed, I also NEVER knew,
I wonder was I like him too.
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There was a BEAR named CLAIRE. She had two sisters BLAIR, CHER and a brother PIERRE. CLAIRE"S family planned a picnic this year. Mama BEAR had to go to MARKET SQUARE which was very RARE. She gathered the children to give them TRAIN FARE,off they go to the train station in a PAIR. Nearing the train CHER screamed, riding the train was a SCARE. Mama BEAR gave CHER candy to calm her down which the others thought was UNFAIR. Mama BEAR was UNAWARE she only a had one PEAR which the others had to SHARE. Up the STAIRS they go to catch the train, Mama BEAR was UNAWARE that PIERRE was'nt THERE. At the end of STAIRS WHERE PIERRE STARRED, crying that the STAIRS was a SCARE. Back down the STAIRS Mama BEAR and the others go to get PIERRE and he was no WHERE. In DESPAIR Mama BEAR said a PRAYER. She looked up the STAIRS and THERE was PIERRE. "Stay THERE PIERRE, Mama BEAR will be right THERE." Once up the STAIRS with no time to SPARE she paid THEIR TRAIN FARE. They arrived to the MARKET SQUARE, to meet Papa BEAR. Mama took out the picnic food list and begin looking at prices to COMPARE. She was UNAWARE that Papa BEAR, CHER and PIERRE WHERE sleeping in a CHAIR and BLAIR and CLAIRE was eating a chocolate SINCLAIR. The store clerk said "Good morning Mama BEAR, would you like to donate money for the County FAIR?"Her reply was "Well, I DECLARE, the County FAIR? Why yes,Susie BEAR I laid two dimes right THERE. They finally arrived home WHERE everyone was excited about the pinic. With no energy to SPARE, no one was UNAWARE that Mama BEAR had fallen asleep in the ROCKING CHAIR. Papa called DARE To EAT Pizza Parlor WHERE the pizza slices are SQUARE. He combed THEIR HAIR, found them some clean clothes to WEAR, gathered the CAB FARE and before they knew it they WERE THERE. THEIR picnic basket was filled with beary flavored soda, honey and PRICKLY PEAR pizza,and purple PEARS. It was time for the picnic, Papa BEAR called the children to help PREPARE. They spread THEIR blanket on grass to SHARE. The following morning Mama BEAR arose from the ROCKING CHAIR WHERE she slept through the night, THERE she STARRED, and noone was THERE. She called Papa BEAR only to HEAR that he was working and the chidlren were at DAYCARE. Mama BEAR combed her HAIR, looked for something clean to WEAR and cooked some eggs with a AVOCADO PEAR. Soon the children rushed into the house with THEIR picnic adventure to SHARE, "We wish you WERE THERE Mama BEAR." "Let's plan next year." Jackie Thomas 1/6/13[contest entry]
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I have a pumpkin that my daughter brought to me October 31st the year twenty-10,
Texas, is where is all begin.
He is short and cute with eyes that glow,
He is not orange as the other pumpkins you know.
He started talking at nine months old,
When I first saw him my heart was sold.
I did not have to carve him like the other pumpkin I've had,
It was God first, and his mom and dad...
I did not purchase this pumpkin in my local grocery store,
Don't go lookin', because there are no more.
I did not have to find him in a pumpkin patch, but a hospital nursery room,
I picked out and said to myself that pumpkin is coming home with me real soon.
Ganny's Pumpkin, O'how I love he!
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inner soul still strugglin'....
clothes torn
child's scorn
forced embrace
slapping my face
alcohol smell in my nose
mouth held closed
hands tied, i thinking why
legs spread
creakin' bed
vaginity took
as his freinds look
fears and tears
for many years
pregnant at a young age
mom in rage
thinking it with a young boy at not her man
as she beat me saying "she didn't understand"
"i raised you better then that my child"
"have you been having sex for a while?..."
mom with blind eyes and death ears, what could i say or do
after the termination of the pregnancey, he was still not through
at eighteen i was compelled
...to tell
i should have never done so
denial first and then a harsh blow
kick out of the house forced to marry
burdens i carry
not safe at home or school or church
at eighteen years age this was a bit much
no one to talk to so i begin to rebel
though i never went to jail
my mother took my son away
and she reminded of early motherhood each day
at twenty i settled down, started working a grocery store
only see the monster that molested me more and more
he stalked me until i quit that job
...filled with fears and thoughts of my childhood being robbed
attempting to move on and be all that i could be
my mom had no confidence in me
low self esteem
the world against me it seemed
this memory will never end
because my inner soul is still strugglin'...
[MOTION'LES and LOST are two words that are found in MOLESTATION], this i was...
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