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…
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!
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.
A bottle he opened Yet another he sipped Betraying a woman that held his heart. A child he brought forth With the whiskey to blame A child in the mix A web he won’t untangle A reminder of his whisky web. By Susan McMillan
I met a man that led my heart; led it to believe I found a man that led my heart to long; longing for another His heart and mine… Roots planted; calling him home I met a man, I blame him for these butterfly feelings I met a man, I fault his charm for causing me to…… Continue reading Roots planted.
He that broke my knees Scavenging my flesh Bruising the body and soul. Laughing at my breaking Leaving me to beg for mercy Feasting on my misery Stripping my dignity… To bare bones I say A little at a time. “Please don’t”…I begged! Preying again and again He; The Scavenger!
When you say I matter For me; a “no body”… It’s to be somebody. When you wipe my tears With your own cloth… When you give me your hand You let me hold on… It’s to be somebody. I sit at your table You pass me a cup Your cup I dine at your table…… Continue reading To be somebody.