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Kiki Weber-Suarez Poem
You can never go home
You’ve heard the phrase
But take my advice
It might number your days.
Take a lesson from me
For I’ve learned it well
My so-called aunt
Is a demon from hell.
To say that she is family
Is a stretch I won’t make
She’ll beg you to stay,
Then swear that you take.
The stuff that she hides
During a paranoid rage
She’s been a "" all her life
It’s not due to her age
My mom couldn’t stand her
Which I thought was odd
Until just this year
When my hometown I trod
I stayed at her house
Mind you, at her request
For no one would help her
As a result, she was stressed
So, help her, we did
As much as we could
Thinking that we were
Doing some good
When all of the sudden
Long after we left
She called the police with
Complaints, threats, & theft
I, in a panic,
Called someone I knew
Claiming my innocence
Asking what should I do
They advised me to call
Someone in charge
So APS services
In her house they did charge
They found what was missing
And have since cleared my name
But, as a result,
I’m just not the same
Now a cynical
So much like my mom
I have no desire
To claim where I’m from
So hear me now
And hear me well
Family like that
Can rot in hell!
Copyright © Kiki Weber-Suarez | Year Posted 2018
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Kiki Weber-Suarez Poem
TRAGIC LIFE / TRAGIC DEATH ~
A Holocaust Story
The odds were stacked against us
With hearts that beat so strong
Our only crime was loving God
Please tell me how that's wrong
The soldiers beat the wooden door
As my mom began to cry
I've never seen my dad so scared
And I wasn't sure just why
We ran fast, and then we hid
For I know it seemed like years
We carried with us nothing
Except paralyzing fears
The soldiers, when they found us
They screamed "We found the Jews"
We knew we couldn't fight
If we did, we'd only lose
They took us to a place
The place was called "the camp"
We were each assigned a number
Which on our arms was stamped
My mother and my father
Both grew very thin
They soon became just a shell
Of who they once had been
And then one day I lost them
To a room suffused with gas
They took most of my people
And murdered them in mass
Millions of the chosen lives
Senselessly were lost
At the hands of one called Hitler
And the tragic HOLOCAUST!!
By: Kiki Weber-Suarez
December 1, 2016
Copyright © Kiki Weber-Suarez | Year Posted 2016
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Kiki Weber-Suarez Poem
Locked Up
Tomorrow I'll wake up
I'll stretch and look around
Not a single bar in sight
And yet no freedom to be found
Imprisoned in a life of hell
Where the captor takes my soul
He devours everything I am
My misery his only goal.
I committed a crime, that much is true
And for that I went away
I did my time...or so I thought
2 years, 9 months, 1 day.
I learned from my mistakes
And I tried to make amends
By working hard at all I do
Respecting colleagues, family, friends.
But for one that's not enough,
He won't rest until I'm dead
And by using my babies as his pawns
He creeps inside my head.
I know that he holds all the cards
He reminds me every day
One wrong look or spoken word
And he'll take them away.
"Mommy please don't go"
"What did we do wrong"
I look into their precious eyes
And I know I'll play along.
So drawing a ragged breath or tAwo
Head down in shame, I close my eyes
Bury deep my pride and dignity
And stifle all my cries.
I can do this for my children
To me, nothing matters more
Than knowing that they're thriving
With a strong and centered core.
So, as sentence #2 begins
It's much harder than the first
And I realize with each passing day
My life is getting worse
But still tomorrow I'll wake up
I'll stretch and look around
I still won't see one bar in sight
And yet prison is all I've found.
Kiki Weber-Suarez
Copyright © Kiki Weber-Suarez | Year Posted 2016
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