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| I'm posting this here, because only a few people ever read this site...
None of you know this....but I haven't written poetry, or anything for that matter for the past 3 or 4 months. I've been dry, it seemed, not spiritually, but emotionally. Like I had become so used to squashing my feelings that I had finally programmed myself to ignore them. Too bad humans aren't robots, huh?
Some of you may know that you can only ignore your heart for so long....
Finally, a tiny, insignificant event pushed me over the edge and I had to vent otherwise I was going to explode. So I vented.
Today, I wrote poetry.
Today I wrote
Did you hear that? I wrote.
Oh God, I feel like I'm living again. It feels good to be alive... | | |
| This post is dedicated to Kendra. Because I love her.
Baby Girl- Nicole C. Mullen
I've got a little friend
Her age is 4 plus ten
She calls me on the phone crying now
and then
She says, "My mamma just won't listen
My daddy still is missin'
I don't feel I am nothing of value or worth"
Chorus
I say, "Baby girl get a hold of yourself
Baby girl don't you know your wealth
You're a diamond hiding on a shelf
Baby girl, Baby girl
Baby girl don't you know who you are
God has made you a shining star
A little light is brighter than the dark
Baby girl, Baby girl"
I call my sister friend
I'm crying and whining again
She lets me vent my heart
Before the healing starts
(And I say) my children just won't listen
My paycheck still is missin'
And every little thing is working my nerve
(She says)
Chorus
I say, "Baby girl get a hold of yourself
Baby girl don't you know your wealth
You're a diamond hiding on a shelf
Baby girl, Baby girl
Baby girl don't you know who you are
God has made you a shining star
A little light is brighter than the dark
Baby girl, Baby girl"
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When you cry I know your tears fall like rain
So you stop them, and stop them, stop them again
Building up, higher, higher so high
One day you'll explode, but few will know why
To you the world is dark and cold with no light
But amidst the darkness, your pure spirit shines bright
If nobody loves you then why do we care?
Don't forget that Someone will always be there.
When the going is tough, which I know that it is
Remember that forever, and ever and ever you will be His
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Tears of glass kiss grey, grey streets
A heavy heart, full, too full
A whispered prayer, seems useless, so useless
So you ignore it, why, oh why?
Through golden panes you see happy, so happy hearts
The door is open, open wide
Nothing is stopping you, nothing you can't move
But your heart is cracked, cracked but so stubborn
For once, ignore it, ignore your heart
Enter that place, that Place where true love rests
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| If the bruises on her dark skin did not clearly portray the difficulties of her life, then the pain she had witnessed that was reflected in her dark-brown eyes told the story more clearly then the most detailed book. She slumped down on the worn couch the only furniture in her dingy apartment, and closed her eyes replaying the scenes of the day. The cruel, unyielding looks on the faces of the policemen as they had brutally beaten her with wooden clubs, the laughs and jeers of the crowd. Her only crime was the chocolate brown color of her skin. “Mamma aren’t you going to read me a story tonight?” the woman blinked back tears as she drank in the innocence and joy that radiated from her daughter. “Yes honey, come sit on my knee and I’ll find where we left off.” She picked up the large family Bible and found the place she had been reading. Her cracked lips gently told her daughter the story of Jesus’ crucifixion from the Gospel of Luke. Final she reached Luke 23:34 “Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." Her little daughter looked wide-eyed at the Bible. “Mommy, look, Jesus forgave them even though they beat him.” Her mother stared blankly out the window, looked down at her bruises and finally whispered. “Yes, Honey, He forgave them, even though they beat Him.” | | |
| Some, he follows closely, his cool, even breath tickling the hairs of their necks. While others he keeps several paces behind, skirting the edges of their imagination, treading well behind the realities of life. An old woman welcomes the sight of him. She has waited many days for the arrival of the one who would accompany her on her journey to eternity. He brings peace to the heart of the war-worn soldier and fulfillment to the life of the malnourished child. Those who know him love him, but those to whom he is a stranger fear him more than fear itself. | | |
| Remember when you could laugh, because you felt joy in the deepest part of your soul?
Remember when you could cry and not worry about your mascera dripping down your face or care who was watching you?
Remember when you could ask a question because you really wanted to know the answer?
I do... | | |
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