Mother
Mother
You have left
And I feel alone
I come to the grave
With regret and blame
In my heart
I coulda been a better
Daughter
Shoulda did right by
You
I know you gone
But here I feel so
Close to you
Mother
Mother
I wasnt ready for you
To leave
12/17/11
PoeticJourney
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Fighting to live
She holding on for her family
The doctors have gave up on her
She trying to live for her child
She done lost two already,
It was a toll on her
Living for her daughter
It’s time for her to grow up
Fighting to live
Staying strong for her children’s
Laying in hospital room
Wanting to go home and sleep
Away.
Return to the same place one more
Time
Losing blood
Fighting to live
Children stand strong for your mother
She needs to know
Ya’ll going to be okay
Don’t fight or argue
Come together as one
Fighting to live
A mother on her death bed
Is fighting to live for her daughter
Grandma
I saw you get hit hard with death of your
Two oldest daughters
I couldn’t bare see you when
I was down the hall from you while
Recovering from having crisis
I pray you can make it to the New Year
Fighting to live
11/27/11
PoeticJourney
As some of you may know I lost my grandmother this morning, the poem was writing last night and it’s not finish. I actually wrote two today and should have them up sometime today. Thank Everyone who have been leaving me comments of comfort during my time. God Bless Each And Every one Of You!
AM I?
STRONG..
BLACK..
WOMAN..
A CHILD OF GOD..
WHO AM I?
YOU WONDER..
A POET..
STRONG..
FIGHTER..
LEADER..
BELIEVER..
MORE SO..
DAUGHTER..
SISTER..
AUNT..
GOD CHILD..
GRAND CHILD..
LOOK AT ME..
AND ASK WHO?
AM I?
I AM WHO I AM..
U CANT JUDGE ME..
NOR CAN YOU TAKE
AWAY MY DREAMS..
TO SIT THERE AND TRY
IS LIKE WATCHN UR LIFE PASS YOU BY..
TO PERSUCUTE ME..
IS TO HATE WHO GOD
MADE ME TO BE..
SO
WHO AM I?
IM EVERYTHING I SAID ABOVE..
AND SO MUCH MORE..
TAKE MY HAND..
AND LETS MAKE DIS JOURNRY TOGETHER…
TO DOWN TALK ME,IS..
TO HATE ME
IS A MISTAKE..
WHY HATE..
WHEN U CAN LOVE…
WHY LOOK AND WONDER..
WHEN U CAN ASK QUESTION..
WHY STAY IN THE GAME OF STUPID..
WHEN U CAN GROWN IN INTELLEGIENCE..
WHY?
HATE THE COLOR OF MY SKIN..
WHEN U CAN LOVE IT AND LEARN SO MUCH MORE..
SO..
I ASK..
WHO AM I?
SOMEONE YOU WISH TO BE..
TRY TO BE..
ADMIRE WITH PASSION..
I AM
WHO GOD MADE ME TO BE..
WHO?
PoeticJourney
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