motherhood
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Just breathe. Remind myself people always leave. This time I have two heartbeats and one is in pain. The other is wrapped in chains. Just to keep it from being opened. Too pure to end up broken.
Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,And the God-given rights to choose and pick.Girls must have the rights to be educated,To be respected and to be protected.Girls are human beings too;
You were born on August 2, 1948, you were a Leo just like me.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-three.You were unique and I truly hate that you're dead.
Life, breath-takingly wonderful
I want to shout as I heave my insides out
Yet I feel so great
Let me put you in this bubble
Let me paint this picture of you
Wear it like a dreath shroud
Let my compliment be insult smothered in smoke clouds
Ignore every sound except the sound of my voice
At sixteen it was no longer just me.
I would no longer be all alone.
I could see myself in another.
Her name as beautiful as the day she was born.
Without her I would not be here, nor there.
Born amidst passions
Of timeless opposites' attraction
Flaring and flashing
A heatwave arises between us
Some call it magic
We are getting hotter
Stronger
More complete with time
Through love
She rises with the morning,
She lights all that she sees,
Her warming rays embrace me,
Reminding me of my worth.
She never stops her shining,
She dries all of my tears,
our love bond maybe impossible to define by moons ans stars
oh my love , how can I explain the day I met you
For theirs time I was more than happy to gain my weight and to take each and every scar
Smoke to ease the pain away just for a little bit
My brain moving at the speed of light I be thinking ‘bout some real shit
The feelings of depression falling over my shoulders with that blanket feeling
She smells of hardwork and motherhood
Her scent permeates the room immediatlely after she enters
Her eyes are forced open and the bags beneath droop lower than yesterday
Unplanned, yes it's true,
I have cried my tears and accepted my fate.
What does that have to do with you?
Why do you only give me hate?
I've endured the too personal
I've gone through the pain
Unplanned, yes it's true,
I have cried my tears and accepted my fate.
What does that have to do with you?
Why do you only give me hate?
I've endured the too personal
I've gone through the pain
The Jersey devil still lurks today
Except not in that same old way
When the mother of 13 birthed a devil
She never thought that we would revel
The day I grew up, I will never forget.
Not a day has gone by that I live with regret.
The contractions were long and would always restart.
Then within a flash, be still my beating heart.
Sucking up milk is something all babies do.
It's a common sight, until some
dirtbag takes it upon himself to
curse a nursing mother in the mall because
Parted Lips
a-POP-olypse
The seats of the minivan burst into flame
as rabid fragments of monster carrots
feed Death while he
i tried to love you the way any daughter would
i tried to do everything
talk
yell
argue
counsel
hug
fake smile
talk
yell
argue
counsel
hug
I always thought I was beautiful
But this process breaks the body
There’s another life inside my own
A life that calls my body home
I’ve searched for hours and still I roam
Looking around for answers
I've said farewell to many a kind
From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind.
Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime
Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
you carried me.
you fed me.
you lifted me.
you let me grow.
i grew away from you.
i saw other things,
i got caught up in it.
you struggled.
your eyes bled tears,
giver of birth
and the reason of me
you sacrificed your hunger
so i could feed off of your breast
you gave up sleep
so i could have mine
oh how i wish i could remember your face
mama.
the first word that uttered from my lips.
rewind that VHS
mama,
what happened to holding fingers?
tiny ones aching to grasp yours.
feet stumbling to nameless routes
My hair is too frizzy,
A red tangled mess.
My eyebrows aren’t arched,
Blonde makes it look less.
My pants don’t quite fit,
The muffin top pokes over.
I look down at the scale,
My love,
You are turning 11-years-old this year.
My heart drops to my stomach when I think about that.
You have a new life in your handsIt might not have been a part of your plansBut now you have that chanceAnd remember your not done your dance
Dear My Future Children,
Painful contractions
Beautiful recollections
Raising you through your life
I know your brain is wired in a way that makes you think everybody
within a 3 mile radius hates you, is annoyed by you or thinks you’re a lazy cow.
Mother,Did you ever see me as a child
and not a possession?
Or was I the duplicate picture of your second-hand negro barbie,
I hide behind my eyes.
tThey can not know,
all my lies.
I move along though,
and even sing.
Though now and then
It seems to sting.
It is hard when
they won't allow me
to be weak.
Once upon a time
A girl loved a boy.
A bewitching boy.
A boy she had never met
A boy she only knew from afar
But a boy she loved nonetheless.
One day the girl got a message
Emery,You were born to me.Only you, my family.With toothless smileI saw something within meThat I had not seenIn awhile.And hands graspingTo hold mine own,I had not known
This is for you Mother
I wish you were here today
I know you really would care for me
I know that you would feel my pain.
I know I would feel okay
If you would tell me everything would be okay.
I see you as you're watching me
Catching every detail as you view so carefully.
Your eyes are glued to my every move as you observe so attentively.
Everything I do and say
you study it throughout the day.
Baseball hat, tiny socks, teething rings, alphabet blocks
White noise machine, too many toys,
all of these things Belong to my little boy
6 months before you, I was just me
Fathers, Teach them well
1. Lose your hatred
2. Lose your fear
3. Fear of the other
4. Fear of their ways
5. Ways to win
6. Ways to ruin
There were the stairs,
just outside of the apartment complex.
I sat there with the day,
listening to the wind complain about the world.
There were palm trees with leang trunks
I’ve always lived
as though the Lord can give
and can take away.
I try not to cling to things of this world
not a person, place,
or possible possession
is so important that my world would
A necessity, reason for living
Boil purpose down to the need of that thing
Not one, but two
On the days I first laid eyes on you
A willing captive, my heart
In death alone would I ever part
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re?
It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.
SLEEP COMPLETELY CHALLENGING MY EVERY EFFORT TO STAY AWAKE-
I OPEN MY EYES TO REALIZE-
SLEEP SWIFTLY CREPT IN ON ME LEAVING ME PARALYZED -
HYPNOTIZED-
DON’T CRITICIZE-
Why I Never Want to be a Mother
I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect.
I know no damn thing about cooking,
and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
I met you on the road of Longing,
As you took me hand in hand,
My heart burst with love wide open,
And so our journey began.-
"My Kings, my life is yours,
I have lived to this moment for you,
His plump infant belly melds into my soft belly with it's silvery stretch marks(flashes of fish in a pond.)
Our breathing syncs
together. Each day after the first marks a step farther
that he moves
So small.
So innoncent.
So new.
I think these things as I hold her in my arms.
My niece.
She has yet to walk, to talk, to grow, to know, to see. To be.
The first thing I see when i walk in
A beautful, happy, and toothless grin
Its 7am and I just got off work
A new year, a new day.
A different hour, a different moment.
Each day, I still wake up to beautiful little people that make me smile.
Being able to inspire and teach them what life is about,
She embellished
The wisdom
To conceive thought.
Different emotions
Violated intrusion
Of world sanity.
In the dark
Aware of presence
Innocence is borrowed
To a loan officer.
Her face lights up.
She reaches down
to touch the face of the small bundle.
To think, that she had a part in creating this.
She smiles.
Gently, she wipes a tear from her eye.
this child is my slavery and
blessing that has cursed me
a rite to life, robbing me of my gold
too damn selfish to be let go.
born and die by the cradle
Oh the Comfort
The peace
The joy
And the love
That flows
From you to me
Dear Mother
You give me attention
That delivers affection
Direction
And understanding to me
Hello little one
This is your mommy
I know we haven't met yet
Just because you are in my tummy
Through the eyes of my child, i now see, just how precious life can be. With such gleaming eyes and beautiful features, i look to God and pray to Him, how blessed i am to finally meet him.
The first time she tells me,
I stand at the baker’s table,
wrist deep in flour,
water, and cultures of yeast.
“Good job.”
My startled hazel lifts
to meet her calmer brown
and my eyebrows rise.
She
Abandoned by those of her conception
A father who rose who was in the house
And she was one of the exceptions
An advantage to raising her fatherless child
Time is nothing but change
Change comes in different forms
Different thoughts or even feeling
Before becoming a mother life meaning
Was truly unknown but now is known
I could not picture life without
In the depths of my mind,
I envision my own world.
Its beauty is flawless.
There is nothing but starry skies
and peace that only paradise
can provide.
That day, I saw your despair and
A mother-daughter relationship is tumultuous territory. There are the “Why’d you get a D?” problems and “Don’t call me that!” problems. “Where have you been?” problems and “Don’t make me ask again..” problems.
Addicted to a mother who,
in her eyes never loved her,
created mental disintegration to a psyche so fragile
Failing to inherit qualities of forget,
forgiveness begun to take shape as enabling.
Kept a permanent division between her thighsand in the eyes of boys her body was a playground.Young men slid down her swirling slide,counting a game of tag on her outstretched arms
