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Best Poems Written by Debra Mo

Below are the all-time best Debra Mo poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Right To Be Me

I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
They keep details of who I am,
Of, who I should be
And how far I should go with my career,
I should never grow tall or remain short,
Just be somewhere in the middle,
And their expectations met in me.
 
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
I never notice how beautiful my brain is,
Sometimes I forget I have one,
And concentrate on my external appearance.
I give my best smile to get into a public office,
A really good shot to make it in life,
And sleep with my boss to get a promotion.
 
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
The length of my skirt is set by people around me,
That stunning mini makes me a slut
And my long denim is very old fashioned.
I dress modestly to secure a good job,
Keep fly to maintain my job,
And I’m guilty rape with what I wear.
 
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
I’m bad wife because I work to make ends meet,
A crappy homemaker when my marriage fails,
And I attract wife battery with my flimsy opinions.
My dignity is compromised if I want a fair trial,
I am scorned when I stand up for us,
And I have to be someone else to get what I want.
 
 
If only you let me be myself…

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A Guilty Conscious

I ate your spite for breakfast,
I felt it go down my gullet,
I felt it turn to acid in my belly
And the hatred, burnt my intestines to ashes.

I felt your eyes upon me, Yeah!
I saw the angel behind that look,
I saw the self-assured righteousness,
And the unwillingness to accommodate a sinner.

I felt you brand me hypocrite, Yeah!
I heard the unsaid words too,
I heard you promise me a night in hell,
And the lethal verdict with all morality gone.

I swallowed your spite the whole day,
And puked it the next.

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My Purpose In Life

These drives are many, you’d agree
And the urge is filled with thirst,
Thirst to outreach the clouds,
Worldly pleasures,
And when you have it all, you realize,
You still haven’t reached the peak,
Haven’t achieved life’s goals,
What is my purpose? You ask,
Little sins, Great achievements,
Your heart is still heavy,
Heavy from yesterday’s deeds,
And yet you keep pursuing,
Not knowing all you need is love,
To lift you high to that place you desire,
And when it’s combined with grace,
You realize what your purpose is,
To serve Christ unconditionally!

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The Loss of a Loved One

Two pm

I awake, startled by the light of the lights

Dave, standing there beside me

“Wake up; He’s serious;

Close the door behind us”

You can’t leave me here, clueless!

One look at mama and I knew he’s gone.

Or on his way

“We shall let u know”

And they, through the door

Myself, confused,

Gathering all sorts of roses,

Prayers, pleas, tears!

 

#ThinkingAboutGrandpa

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The Girl In the Mirror

Gallant eyes, Bold, they say

Made up of love and life

And they shine like little emeralds

Covered in the safety of her long eye brows

Then there’s her hair, long, hard,

Braided and held atop of her head

Just like a little African queen

They call it mosodo, nature calls it beauty

And she calls it defense,

Double, double toil and trouble

The root of her strength,

Then that indomitable femininity,

But it suits her well

And she dances to its rhythm

And to the voices in her head

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A Happy Poem

Tell me,
Tell me to write a happy poem
And I’ll do it an injustice.
Tell me to do a sad one 
And I’ll excel at it. 
Is it me, or is it the poem?
I keep asking.

Tell me,
Tell me to live a happy life
And it will be a disaster.
Tell me to do a sad one
And I’ll excel at it,
Is this where I seek motivation?
I keep asking.

Tell me,
Tell me to perform a happy poem
And I’ll suck at it.
Tell me to do a sad one,
And I’ll excel at it
Is it fear, or is it just a norm?
I keep asking.

#LookingForwardToMyVeryFirstHappyPoem

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Too Late

Everything gone, and lost
Images, Memories, misperception 
You should do better,
Echoes, jingles, cries, agony
Flashbacks!
Extreme anxiety swallows you up,
You make a choice, 
Pangs of guilt, repentance, 
You seek God, 
Then you forget him.
You could have done better.
Regrets, consequences, it’s too late.
And there is no turning back.

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Oversensitive

Don’t tell me.

No, don’t tell me.

To face that multitude

And perform my best piece.

I know they’ll listen,

While I sing my heart out

Even from the backstage.

Or the corners of the podium

I know they’ll listen.

coz their interest is rhyme,

The metaphors and the story line

And what could be more important?

So don’t tell me…

Coz the attention is just too much.

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I Wont Let You Escape

I won’t let you escape this time round,
I’ve always loved you, you know.
But it was so hard to let you know 
Coz your heart and soul was elsewhere

I won’t let you escape this time round,
Not when you’ve professed your love for me,
Not even if you think it’s too late,
Coz I know it will work out somehow.

I won’t let you escape this time round,
I’m just a girl, young and a little shy,
But now I have some sort of willpower,
Coz mama told me never to give up.

I won’t let you escape this time round,
Look at the determination in my eyes,
I won’t let you escape,
Coz I love you. And always will.