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Patrice Jackson Poem
THAT PLUS SIZE GIRL
Size 1,Size 2,Size 3,Size 4
I was that pretty bitch that was standing at your car door
Making love like the world would never end , gained
a few pounds for you now, she has sinned
My size is a factor, but for you it becomes all that
matters. No kiss, No huge, only the touch from the man
above. She's not your size , so she try's to fix it , but for
him, she's nothing but old bridges. Plus size women
wants the same love too, your so judge mental so the
plus size girl knows it couldn't be you. That plus size girl
who carries her self very well, but in your eyes you figure
your in hell. Fighting for the man she truly loves, so much
to fight for but then she finds his love for her is so far
gone. That plus size girl, losing her mind to lose the
weight but depression makes her fill her face. Crying and
beating her self down, wish her mad man could just
understand. Living in the world big and along, She might
not have a place to call home!!!!! That plus size girl who
he gives no damn about, crying for what he doesn't even
care if you drop. figuring out what it is she can do, but
nothing in his eyes will be good enough no more. Crying
and beating her self down wishing her mad man could
understand. Living in the world big and alone she might
not have a place to call home!!!
written by:
Patrice N. Jackson
Copyright © Patrice Jackson | Year Posted 2015
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Patrice Jackson Poem
I just want someone to talk to!!!
Biting my nails wondering what on earth I'm I doing here. Hands are burning, my mind is running, Damn I just want someone to talk to!
Hear my cry, hear my yell the medication isn't working. Stop my dreams and let me see, Damn I just want someone to talk to!
Crazy and insane sometimes I don't think God even knows my name. looking fir that warmth touch, but no one to guide me, Damn i just want someone to talk to!
Drowning in my tears for all my fear reveilles. wanting that one person to say," damn do you need someone to talk to"!!
no one hears me, no one hears me, just like they didn't when my uncle was rapping me. damn I just want someone to talk to!
I can still feel him piecing my insides and asking me to ride. yelling no while he has my face down toward the floor. damn I just want someone to talk to!
Running to my mother but she doesn't listen, beating me for trying to tell her what she's been missing. damn I just need someone I can truly talk to!
nightmares and pain is ruining my life, my love has no time to listen. damn i just want someone to talk to!
no one to turn to so I use so I use the knife , it only feels my cry. bleeding on the inside, sometimes I feel like I want to die. damn I just want someone to talk to!
god what I'm I doing so wrong, for I am your child and I can't talk to you!
why won't he listen to my cry, God freeze everything so I can have him to talk to!
hear my cry, feel my pain, please hurry someone before I go and then you shall
know why i need someone to share my pain and talk to!
written by:
Patrice N. Jackson
Copyright © Patrice Jackson | Year Posted 2015
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Patrice Jackson Poem
She once was pretty with
the curves of a model.
Everyone wanted all of her,
because she once use to
be pretty
Things were easy for her
to her way. se once use to
be pretty
Long black hair hazel
contacts filled her eyes,
she once was pretty.
A smile that could kill
the world, but remember
she once use to be pretty.
Her man wanted her like a
puppy wanted a owner, she
once to be pretty.
Nothing about her seem wrong
and trust they knew she was grown,
she once use to be pretty.
She once use to love the person
she was but knowing her man
don't want her any more, that's
when she knew, she one use to
be pretty.
She once was blessed for the body
God gave her, but then again, she
once use to be pretty.
Make-up to cover the pain she
has now. it makes her feel pretty
AGAIN!!!!
Copyright © Patrice Jackson | Year Posted 2015
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