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Talayia Bowen Poem
When I sleep at night it's your face I see,
Living for your addictions and not me.
It's your fears I hear,
Not my own or anyone else's.
All because I cry motherly tears.
My knowledge is far beyond my years,
Your life is my fear.
And yet i'm supposed to be the child,
And I live for you and me both?
You don't know the pain your causing me,
All I ask for is to be free.
So when I cry ,
I cry motherly tears.
Your the parent and I'm the child,
Your the hot and I'm mild.
I cry motherly tears cause,
It's your face i wear,
Your voice i hear,
And your soul I care.
All cause I cry motherly tears.
Copyright © Talayia Bowen | Year Posted 2007
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Talayia Bowen Poem
I thought that there was some where,
some where I would be liked and loved.
I looked for that place,
but I never looked straight ahead.
I thought what I was looking for,
may have well been dead.
dead of every soul and spirit,
tears I cried for that special place.
I looked around,up and down,
as my tears kept flowing like an endless stream.
I thought I lost my only dream,
I saw through the dark and thought I saw light.
but it was a never ending sight,
I blinked an still there it stood.
exactly 4'11 with pretty eyes and hair,
it stood there nice and tall, like I wasn't even there.
I stared and saw a beautiful face,
a unique individual, someone different.
I realized that that person was me,
I cried because I was a sight to behold, to cherish.
I smiled and dried my eyes,
an at that moment I promised to never cry.
my special place hadn't died,
I just never looked at what was in front of me.
there, in the mirror, is I where I found my somewhere...
Copyright © Talayia Bowen | Year Posted 2007
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