And she bowed her head down as if to pray. Soon appeared her pencil and writing pad. The lead angrily swept across the page as tears rolled down her face as she thought of the past, those lost, and obstacles conquered. She scribbled relentlessly until her fingers ached, her hand fell limp and her burdens had been emptied onto the many pages now covered in lead stains. She writes again.....

September 27, 2011

Lord Save The Children

Lord save the children
Cause this is a world that is very cold
And now they feel like they're fighting it alone
Cause their mother throws words that hurt like stone
She doesn't know that words can hurt more than the strike of a hand
And through her periods of rage I hope they can stand
Stand firm and walk in your light
Hopefully they'll make it out of this situation alright
Cause some kids change their attitudes for the worse or become insane
But none of them ever come out the same
The same as they were when they were born, young, innocent, and full of life
Back to the days before they went through all of this pain and strife
Lord save the children
Because they deserve it and have struggled with a mother who neglects
They see and go though so much and the oldest isn't even fourteen yet
They're still impressionable and may follow what they see
But the oldest is different and won't stand for defeat
He already has plans of running away to Grandma's house
Because he knows that Grandma will love him just right
Make sure he's given the best and teach him your way of life
He just wants his mother to do the things that Grandma would
And he just wants her to love him like a real mother should
But she puts him out the house and he feels apart from the rest
Lord guide her choices because right now she's clearly not at her best
Lord save the children
For they can't choose their father and mother
They need someone to nuture and love them like no other
For they are hopeless and have nowhere to run
They have a father who doesn't treat them like his son
But more like toys that he plays with until there's no fun left
And then he places them all back up on a shelf
The shelf of Grandma's house or a mother's heartless home
Where there's no love and once again they're all alone
When emotions fly they call Grandma on the phone
But one day they'll call DYFS and then they'll be gone
Gone from the home that they call jail
But I call it what it is, a house of hell
Lord save the children
For they can't depend on their givers of life
And a child should be given limitations that reach the sky
Everyone should be given a chance to shine their light and grow
Grow into responsible adults and not be confused on which way to go
I can see it now and their life will be rough
Because they may drop out of school or turn to drugs
When all they ever wanted was for their mother to give them a hug
And show them all that motherly love
But she doesn't and she doesn't feel the pain they're in
And sooner or later she'll have to pay for her sin
But for now Lord could you please just save the children?
Amen.

September 22, 2011

My Grand Entrance - Ode to Langston


Ode to Langston
Well ya'll I'll be the first to say
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair
Ol' folks say if you haven't experienced a tough climb, just keep on living
I know what they mean because life for me ain't been no crystal stair
Its had splits of friendships
Death-filled cracks
And heartache filled tacks
Missing boards and a bare floor
Its been a tough climb
But I can't sit down yet
The stair isn't sturdy enough
So i'm still climbing to the top
That's where the boards are secure
That's where I can sit and rest
So if you haven't experienced a tough climb yet, you just keep on living
But use caution when climbing the stairs
Take it one step at a time
And hold on to the rail
You may get a splinter or two but you keep holding on
Don't try to rush and skip a stair
You don't want to stumble back down to the bottom
And don't be afraid to ask for help if the climb gets hard and you get scared
It takes time to reach the top of the stairs
I'm still climbing and holding on
Despite my life not being a crystal stair
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Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets so I am paying homage to him with this poem. This poem is a modern rendition of his poem "Mother to Son" written back in 1922, but I have titled it Ode to Langston. It is a metaphoric representation of my life and things to be discussed in my blog primarily through my poems but also through regular blog entries.