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Margo Simmons Poem
Sunday Mourning Saints
Sunday mourning saints
Hypocrite aints
Praying... I mean playing on sundayz
The preacher always yell
Living like Hell
Look'n pretty in white
Smell'n pretty in white
Dress'n pretty in white
Keep'n up STRIFE
Selling hams
Selling yams
Raising sand
Don't believe that God can
In Christ their is no failure
As for God's house
It is a "House of Prayer" (Mark 11:17)
Prayer on your knees
Instead you made it into a "Den of Thieves"
Talk about each other so bad
Even make the devil laugh
Sunday mourning saints
Filled with the HOLY .... I mean Wholly Ghost
Suppose to love
Suppose to share
Just don't care
Appearing to be so deep
Secrets you can't keep
When they see you in public they won't even speak
Preach the truth preacher then beg for your money
Preach the truth preacher then steal your money
Preach the truth preacher then beat their honey
Jealous of one another
Not loving each other
Competing for what's not yours
Sowing dis-core
Just want to obey the pastor
Forgot about obeying God
Scorn the poor in laughter
Honoring man before the master
Hick'a ma sighing
Always lie-ing
Jump, scream shout
Sunday mourning saints will
Cuss you out
Copyright © Margo Simmons | Year Posted 2007
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Laughter to lamenting
Rebellious to submitting
Carefree now controlled
Pretty eyes now swoll
Beautiful now battered
Dreams of love are shattered
Pain that can't be named
Shame that still remains
Faith has tasted fear
Memories of bitter tears
Spoken words turned silent
Love of my life turned violent
Haughty to humility
Never thought this could be
Never thought this would be...
ME
Margo Simmons
Copyright 2007
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Margo Simmons Poem
TO:Mommy
You will never see my eyes
You will never dry the tears I would have cried
I wondered did you care?
I wanted to know the color of my hair
Am I on your mind?
A passing thought or a waste of time?
I wanted lots of toys
Oh mommy I would have like to brought you joy
You made a conscience decision, that moment of romance
You made a conscience decision, I didn't ge a chance
I can't be replaced for what you did, but yet in still, you let my siblings live
No bedtime stories
No lullabies
No cookies for me
Just reasons why
We could have made it
We would have survived
Oh what wouldn't I give to be ALIVE!
You just didn't know
How blessed you'd be
If you would have chosen life for me
Choose LIFE!
Margo Simmons
Copyright 1995
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