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Deborah Zambo Poem
Perched on a smooth river rock
studying her reflection in the flow
A timeline of changing faces
slowly drifts by...
Carefree happy child
running, playing among trees.
Rebellious miserable teen
banging her head against authority.
Disillusioned, deeply depressed
escaping with her spirit broken.
New mother ecstatic in California
memorizing his growing up slide show.
Lonely, desolate woman with wrong partners
until near death does she part.
Empty-nesters' angst ridden face
hidden, lost in darkness.
Unstoppable learner/teacher
finding her pieces in lifes' school.
Evolving computer addict, isolator
searching on-line for love.
Mostly content, peaceful now
her heart found God and "true blue."
Freedom lover flying, watching from above
Her lifes' puzzle face more balanced
yet incomplete.
Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008
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Deborah Zambo Poem
Betrayed by my own body
My sex inside
not who you see outside
Not gay, not straight
just different, many say weird
Belonging nowhere
Insiable hunger
Desperate need
Unquenchable desire
Unspeakable pain
Aching for every day privileges
enjoyed by most people
My soul crying
for what feels lost
Lifelong grieving
for what I don't have
My label is transgender.
Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008
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Deborah Zambo Poem
Throwaway child abandoned by father
rejected by mother
No place to call home
no food, no safety, no shelter
just work to be done.
Minding the store,
paying the bills, taking care of mother
and little brother.
Child promised her mother,
"I won't let you loose the house."
Sent to school often tired and hungry,
Classmates showed no mercy.
"Say you're a boy! Cry!"
Taunted, battered, tortured;
the child refused to cry.
She sucked all the emotion in,
Vowed to defeat all enemies,
to protect, provide and serve her family
no matter the cost.
Young girl called upon to be a man
always felt male inside.
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Deborah Zambo Poem
Heart Runner
My heart is a long distance runner...
running uphill.
Inhaling now, exhaling the future.
Before I met her,
I was in a coma.
She's waking me up...
Embryo stirring, stretching, reaching
to grasp the unknown.
Forcefully being pushed
down the depression channel~
while panting, heart throbbing
against the wall of my soul.
Inhaling now, exhaling the future.
Flying now,
with effortless movement..
Feet have wings,
Heart racing uphill.
Inhaling now, exhaling the future.
Waiting to quench my thirst,
Hear her sigh,
in the present moment...
See how her face appears..
Touch my lips against her cheek...
Breathe within her private realm.
Her love is that cool drink
of pure water...
waiting for me at the end of the race,
as we embrace the present moment,
forget all the hills we had to climb,
and leisurely stroll off
into the future.
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Deborah Zambo Poem
Holding his long mane and strong reins
my powerful pure white horse
let me ride bare back
my hair and his mane blowing behind us
we rode like the wind
almost flying
to the store and safely back home
determined to weather all storms~
with his help I was unafraid.
This horse was invented by a friend's imagination to get him to work at age 10
after he got a gun put in his face and there was no one to tell.
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Children toting guns to school
Abusive, neglectful parents
Child molesters stalking victims
Drug dealers at the corner
Thieves robbing homes and stores
Rapists violating women
Domestic abuse...
reported every nine seconds
People killing people
While the public debates...
the place of God in schools.
Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008
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Deborah Zambo Poem
Have you ever been in love
with a name
with what you want
someone to be
with an on-line persona?
Have you ever
had your heart broken
when you met face-to-face
and discovered the relationship
was just an illusion?
Have you ever
been brave enough to try again?
This time when you meet...
You see your soul
in his eyes.
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Deborah Zambo Poem
Why don't you let me in?
Is your heart and soul safely locked
behind your front door?
You never gave me a key.
Persistently for over a year
I've been banging my fists
upon your door,
but there's no answer.
Can you hear me?
My heart is close to explosion...
Can you feel me beating?
Let me in! Let me in!
There'll be no bruising,
blood, or body slamming.
I've run out of time and patience;
I'm just going home.
You're oblivious to
my lifetime love guarantee.
Such an exquisite gift offer,
tagged with only your name.
It can't be returned
to the store.
I won't permit
this suffering anymore.
Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008
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