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Chloe James Poem
I guess I'm feeling some type of way.
It’s the day after the next day.
THE VERDICT; INDICTED!
Definitely it rocked this country.
I guess I'm sensitive, emotions running deep, with all this madness;
Most nights I can’t sleep.
I have a son almost the same age;
I guess you can say I'm frightened for his well-being.
As much as a mother should be these days.
The tragedy has awakened more of a beast in me, so much so
I just want to hold him, protect him against those men sworn to protect and serve.
I don’t want him to become another statistic in this country.
I feel helpless in this moment!
I just want him safe from all hurt and harm and danger.
He told me he wanted to change his name, as if; it
Still won’t change who you are, or the color of your beautiful dark skin.
What is he afraid of? I guess the same thing I’m afraid of.
I want the best for him, point blank, period.
But, I'm afraid, one of these trigger happy men will take him from me,
Will rape my family and kill our children;
Because on that day he may have his hands up; or
His pants down or his music too loud.
So you see, I just want the best for him;
POINT BLANK PERIOD!
I don't want him to feel any pain,
Nor any harm to come to his way.
He’s growing up, and he won’t be my baby for long;
I’m so afraid of this world and the harm it may cause.
It doesn't matter how he was raised, his background;
Or what community he’s from; still
He has that beautiful dark skin, so many seem to be afraid of;
I want him safe, YOU HEAR ME?
POINT BLANK, PERIOD;
From black and white issues, domestic violent issues,
Women crying rape and defaming his character;
I want better for him, than this world trying to take from him.
I want him away from the negative influences;
As I try to teach him, to always watch his back.
To be accountable for his actions and that trust comes at a price,
And that some friends may try to stab you in the back;
And to never regret who you are or where you’re going.
To be honest and trustworthy and always be a leader,
PLEASE MR. OFFICER, PLEASE MR. OFFICER, don’t hurt my baby;
ChloeJames 2014
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Chloe James Poem
wouldn't you rather win, would you rather lose
succeed than fail
rise above than get left behind
wouldn't you rather love
and not be hurt
laugh and not not be weary
cry but tears of joy
be happy without sadness
creeping around the corner
wouldn't you rather be rich than poverty
stricken
quiet than to voice most opinions
wouldn't you rather be positive than let negative
overwhelm you
it all a choice
individual principality
the way life is
without questions, without definite
nothing is concrete until you add
the main ingredients.
ChloeJames 2014
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Chloe James Poem
I broke down my past life, gave of every fiber
But for what; a jilted love affair, blatantly acted out
Right under my nose; i suppose you didn't mean to do the unthinkable,
And break the unbreakable; was it worth it; not ever.
The after taste of the questions we replace,
With careless answers and swollen myths trying to pretend something is
When in actuality, the reality is; it isn't;
Let's see what's happens you said
While placing my heart on comic hold; funny thing is
There was nowhere else for me to go
I gave of every fiber; the essence within me
Only to be sacrificed, as if i needed you
There’s no impossible solution to this dilemma
No justification of this trip down memory lane
As things progressed to what now has become
Life in slow motion, the over-analyzing,
This mental state; I’m in,
About to be one of those women who wanted to fight for love, but didn’t
Love hurts most of the time, secluded, everything
Can be gone within seconds, sometimes, second chances,
Don’t always happen; only life after death.
ChloeJames 2012
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Chloe James Poem
i am awaken
by the sound of my nightmares
screams
frantic breathing
i'm suffocating
running from behind me
i'm waiting
i'm scared
i'm alone
immovable
i'm hurt
upset
bruised
and displaced
in this space between dead or alive
between the everlasting
and now
i'm stuck
my hands bounds to my side
and speech impaired by their white noise
plentiful
shameful
hungry
but nothing but this
be nothing but this
i woke up
hot
flashes
light flashes
words speak
volume hits
skyscrapers
dreams alive
dead silence
my silence
somethings you never speak of
dare dream of
some things you never love in
love of
forgiveness
let that be your sin
your weakness
in the face of
anything
adversity, your teacher.
ChloeJames 2014
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