Are we statistics; That your files hold on the shelf? When you see our frail and fading bodies, Do you hurt just a little? Or… Does your blood rush in excitement of a new research subject? Turning me, him, her and the next into your lab experiments! and… exciting experiences for yet another award? Do…… Continue reading Cancer???
Today, I met a friend In you; the stranger next to me. We agree history has made us strangers; Enemies! but… Let’s try; let’s try to be friends, Let’s try… let’s try to agree on something; Something that will make history worth keeping. Let’s try… Walking at the same pace, Without trying to outrun one…… Continue reading Try…
I like to think of myself as Mama Bear. Perhaps that is an understatement too. I am extremely protective of our children. I know it’s easier said than done, but the mama bear in me strongly believes that I would take any kind of punch for these babies of mine. This week our little guy…… Continue reading Motherhood; thankful
Abuse is painful Like a leech it drains our blood Steals our courage and strength to speak up A heart knows to hold it The pain bleeding into our present At times staining those we love A mind knows to replay it Soiling our happy moments The deep scars will remind us too The monster’s…… Continue reading Hurts to remember!
Perhaps you have read snippets of me here and there on this blog and wondered why the many poems geared towards abuse. Well, I have lived through many seasons of pain and among them was childhood abuse. It left me broken and honestly saying I was a moving zombie would give you a crystal clear…… Continue reading Abuse recovery
Dear sister, Yes I call you my sister because I have lived this season, this day, and this moment. Almost 9 years ago, I was that motherless bride. So I completely get it. I will say it hurt, and it hurt to the core of my heart. It was lonely as I sat still wishing…… Continue reading To the Motherless Bride.
Today I wanted mama Today I cried for mama Like I did yesterday. It’s been a while It’s been years It’s been seasons Feels like I am.. Still losing mama. Like I did that year, Today I tried to call mama At least in my mind Like I did yesterday. Today I needed Mama’s voice…… Continue reading Losing mama.