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Tyettea Singletary Poem
In my mind this horror remains in my remembrance.
That awful, dreadful day, that man took my innocence.
I was just barely 15 yrs. old.
Not the cocky type,and I never wore provocative clothes.
What was suppose to be a quick errand to the store.
Ended up being my worse nightmare and so much more.
In this dark place, the air was stale and cold.
Helpless, defenseless, is what I felt as my naked body was exposed.
Guilt, shame, and anger are the emotions that arose.
What seemed like eternity, left the pillow soaked with tears.
Crucifixion of scars were imprinted on my heart and soul for years.
I remember getting in the shower, trying to scrub away all the pain I felt.
Hugging my pillow and praying, as I wept.
School, Family, and Friends, are the things I began to neglect.
My mother was clueless, she questioned what was making me so upset.
It was my secret, his secret, that I couldn't forget.
It was that one night, that one thing that had me trapped in regret.
After I drunk liquor repeatedly, and gave marijuana a try.
My hurt turned into depression, and I attempted suicide.
One day when skeletons in my closet were too many to hide.
Wanting to confess the dark secret I kept inside.
I had a conversation with God, and he helped me realize......
All over the world there are women just like me.
Bound by silence, and overtaken by life's tragedies.
The answer is to talk, so that others can overcome by our testamonies.
Everyday I pray that God allow all victims mind to escape.
The day they endured, I endured, physical, mental, emotional.....Rape
Copyright 2006 Tyettea Singletary
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A heart that's full of unconditional love.
A sweet and contrite spirit that was sent from above.
The meekness and beauty of a wild white dove.
Always give me a good word to keep me encouraged.
And always a hug when I'm feeling discouraged.
From diapers, to doing hair, to helping learn to tie my shoe.
There's no limit to the things a mother would do.
She would give if she had, even if it was her last.
When I'm sad she would say, honey this to will pass.
Although she struggled cause dad wasn't there.
She fought the good fight to show how much she care.
Mama always told me never settle for less.
And with those words I strive to do my best.
I know I can always have Mona to depend on.
She agrees when I'm right and corrects me when I'm wrong.
When I look into the mirror my mother is what I see.
For she's a special friend, all I ever wanted to be.
I cherish her now for there is no other.
That can take the place of "My Dear Mother."
Copyright 2004 Tyettea Singletary
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Who can explain the love between
two connected
souls.
More precious than rubies, and
worth more than
pirate's gold.
Beauty that's compared to a new
blooming rose as it's
petals begin to unfold.
Just as a secret that has been
promised to never be told.
As I grasp on to all of our memories
and never let go.
The same I shall do to your hand
until it's to wrinkled to
hold.
Then shall we tell other's the
story of our love.
"As We Grow old."
Copyright 2006 Tyettea Singletary
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It all began with a family separation.
Growing up without a dad, was sad situation.
Pregnant at age 15, never going to my prom or even graduation.
But being a success and not a statistic was my determination.
So I struggled and went on to rise up to my destination.
At 19 yrs. old heading out for my wedding celebration.
But it wan't until Christ opened my eyes to see.
That the life I was living was truly not for me.
The Lord showed me that I was put here for a reason.
That just as a fruit I grew, but only ripened in due season.
The streets had a hold on me sex, alcohol, and drugs.
But I gave it all up in exchange for God's love.
And even though I was rebellious, the Lord stayed on my mind.
Only his anointing let me know he was there all the time.
Salvation is free, for the Lord paid the price.
So that you and I may lay hold on eternal life.
If it wasn't for the Lord, where would I be?
This is my story of "How The Lord Changed Me."
Copyright 2002 Tyettea Singletary
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