Domestic Violence Survivor

Friday, October 26, 2007

SOAK (Poetry) (p.s. this poem is NOT about my ex-husband!)

he turned and walked away after kissing her goodbye she stared at him with sadness her heart was asking why she got into the car, screeched off down the street her wounded heart was pounding with the pain of Love's defeat. she focused on the road, wiped away a single tear she just couldn't let go of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Poem for "first love"- pure, innocent, naive, expectant....

Socks Last night I talked about you to my girlfriend for almost three hours. I retold Our Story, the same story I've told at least thirty times before to As many different people. The Story or rather, The Reality of US How we were such good friends and I Always knew you were the only one I ever... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Sacrificing Yourself to Please Another....Poetry

Patchwork Trying to peel away layers of scab From her lover's covered soul, She was one of those Who needed to love and unequipped to drive imposters Back into their breeding darkness. Every night that he was free She made herself available For use. The room stood dark and heavy Waiting to be filled... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

POETRY - Crutches we use to get by

Transient His slight face is More rum than coke Harmony long since abated the dark eye Meandering memories withered with longing Still tinged with the faintness of a hopeless Sun Yet still he knows in this life, there is one for every and only way Weary with knowing Fulfillment long since departed... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Black Women, Wake Up!

Black Women, Wake Up! The Reverend Al Sharpton is right- the rap industry needs to be held accountable for its shameless degradation of the Black woman. Yes, racism still exists and is very much alive in the United States but it is up to everyone - the media, the private citizen, the entertainment... Sign in to see full entry.

Poetry

8 and A Half by Eleven If a marriage can be just Two names and Birthdates on a piece of paper then fine, we Were. Forget about learning lessons Developing character…. All that Some things- chokehold. I’ll make our son a motherless child Slam. I’d be afraid to go to sleep tonight if I were you- Just... Sign in to see full entry.

Custody of my son decided by a judge who could care less....(POETRY)

GAVEL With slender words he plays meek and humble Havoc beneath the surface of his Slick ideal Ready to swallow another piece of me To complement his 8-year locust meal. So many LIVES in the palm of his hand To the point that he Doesn’t care Because once his robe comes off He goes home to his wife... Sign in to see full entry.

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