they say a true poet writes from the soul

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They say a true poet writes from the

soul, could a soul untainted have no

emotions to share.

Anecia



My mothers image

So many nights I sat up crying, praying

asking God why, why wasnt I inadequate,

or not worthy enough of your love.

Lacking that mothers touch. Feeling soworthless, and hopeless. Staring into the mirror

at this stranger. Im so confused about

whom I see. This image looks familiar.

Glazing back upon me. Thirty years later,

and I am still afraid to love. Shattered

glass beneath my feet yet I still see my

mothers reflection staring back at me.



Existed

Emotions once broken, like a wine glass

with a crack. Been shoved and kicked

around for so long, I thought love no

longer existed until I found you. Knowing

Im loved by just your simple touch and

kiss. No longer feeling like a glass with

a crack, craving your love like plants

needing water. Your actions taught me

how to love, turning my love into a

rose that has fully blossomed. These

emotions you have unleashed within me I never

knew existed.



HIT WITH A DOSE OF REALITY

I just been hit with a touch of reality,

it don't matter experience, hard work,

and being reliable, or dedication, as I

stroke the color of my face I now realizethe pattern. I can't change the fact of

whom I am, but in my world I don't

have to accept what I dont like or

what I dont feel is right, It hurts to

know that color still sometimes matters.



Before You Were Born

As I held my stomach knowing one day you

shall be born. I loved you way before the

doctor even announced your shall be born.

My heart cherished every kick every touchevery different emotion felt. You were the

one creation that God allowed me to create

that belonged to me . That one sure thing no

one could take. I would sit and close my eyes

and wonder how would you be, personality,

traits, are would you be just like me. I

would sit quietly read and sing to you. I knew

before you were born that I would love

you.



I want to be free

I want to be free. Free as a bird to soar into

the world and spread my seeds. Leaving

generation after generation with peace,

without having to live in this place of self destruction, disease and hate. Spreading my

seeds of knowledge without pain, grief, love,

heartache and sorrow. I want to be free. Free

as a bird to teach, inform, enlighten to help

one reach that potential dream to achieve

greater heights within one, I just want to be

free.



Searching for myself

I had always imagined as a child that I would

grow into a successful adult. Disappointed am I,

which I still havent discovered myself yet. Im

falling but already failed. No surprise I guess. Somany people have informed me that, we all

have a special gift, or talent. Trying to cheer me

up, I see. I am searching for myself, lost my self

esteem along the way. Perhaps the self esteem

was never engraved within my character. I am

so afraid; the thought of never knowing me.



Looking for that fathers love

She looks for that fathers love. Daddy was

there but in a separate house, when he came to

visit a different woman was always along his

side each week. Father never cared much aboutdisciplining or stating the things she was doing

wrong. Sleeping with every man she meets,

falling in love every two weeks. Why cant he

see her plea?



My King

My man has shown me many things; I love to

call him my king. He has provided throughout

the years and token good care of home. The

most important thing is that he has chosen meto be his queen, and that I shall forever be. I will

stand by his side with great pride. Take care of

our home, and birth his seeds. Together we

have built such a strong foundation. I am so

proud to call him my king.



Someone like me

What will it take to make you notice someone

like me? I am not the proud or the boosting

type. Dont were makeup, or cover-ups. Boring

in many ways. Humble when speaking. Gentle

when touching. Yet you still dont notice me. I

hold my head down when you pass by giving a

low non confident hi. You still walk by and

never respond to me. Its like youre here and

there but so hard to reach. What will it take for

you to notice me? I see you smile when youre

chatting with those flirty seductive girls. At

night it becomes so hard to sleep. Im clinching

my pillow tight with just the mere thoughts of

you. I come to work each day eager to catch a

glimpse of you. Yet it remains the same. You

still wont acknowledge someone like me.



You raped my soul

You raped my soul, a thousand lashes cant

compare to the pain and agony you have

caused me. Wear and tear has aged me. The

hitting, punching, and lies has broken me downinside I no longer feel the need to cry. The pain

you have caused me mentally has me so

damaged that it shows so apparently upon my

face. You raped my soul and then had the

audacity to say that I owe you my life because

you made me. You raped my soul, until today

something inside clicked. I realized you didnt

kill me, or take away the one true thing that is

mines. My heart, my mind. I have the ability to

let go. I have forgiven you because without thepain I have endured, I would have never known

how to love myself. Yes you raped my soul until

you have thought there was nothing left, but it

was I who let you! I have found myself.



Struggling Inside

Struggling inside, this battle I am fighting within.

I feel like I cant win. Im losing my mind.

Poverty has taken its toll, lacking knowledge has

hurt me. Trying to overcome all odds. Shallowinside due to confusion. Lacking all the proper

recourses. Giving up, sinking inside. Screaming

help Im drowning. I cant win. Why wont

anyone help, I am struggling inside.



The first time we met

I remember when our eyes locked glazed across

the poetry table, neither one of us approached

one another so shy in many ways. I love to

recall our first time even speaking on thephone. It took so much courage for you to give

me your phone number, and I was afraid to

even call, didnt want to seem so desperate at

the time. The first time you grabbed my hand I

had to keep snatching away so you wouldnt

feel my sweaty palms. Our first kiss, first hug I

still cherish to this very day. Who knew one day

I would be your wife, and you my husband with

children of our own. Just the thought of our

happiness brings out a smile across my face. Istill can recall the time and place we first met.



A fire that once burned deep for you

I have this fire inside that burns deep within for

you. This love I have for you controls me.

Relationship scars and trouble plague me. I

dont want this burden any more. There once

really was fire that burned throughout my body;

I used to crave for your touch. Hunger was

always there for your love. The love we shared

is gone. Im the one whom is unfaithful, lies

buried deep within my soul. I still feel the

passion you try to give, accept its me who

rejects your touch and love. I am never

satisfied. Im a liar, and cheater. That flamed

that burned so bright is no longer shining. The

flames and passion we once shared are nolonger there, yet you still want me.



Dont try to understand me

Please dont try to understand me. Im so

complicated I dont even quite know myself. Its

a turn off to me when a man tries to figure me

out. As my lover and friend dont try to get toknow me just love and accept me, but please

dont try to understand me, I dont quite know

myself.



LovingMyself

I didnt know love until I loved myself. I was so

emotional devastated that I was too blind to

see that love starts within me. Walking around,

blaming others for my faults, mistakes, actions,and my past. So much aggression and hatred

towards others I couldnt see that I was the one

whom was affecting me.



You have my heart and soul

My heart and soul resides in your hands. My

heart skips beats like a person going into

cardiac arrest when youre near. Each time our

eyes meet, I go forward into time. Picturing usin a lavish home, you know the one with the

white picket it fence. Children running around

the yard playing, and sounds of their laughter. I

will catch a glance of your smile every now and

then. You have my heart and soul in your hands.

The love and excitement that I feel can no

longer be contained. Your love is contagious

theres no cure for it, only more. You have my

heart and soul in your hands.



Inflicted pain

She inflicts pain upon herself by sleeping with

different men. Self esteem is so low she covers

it by denying it. So unhappy with the things that

are going on in her life its hard to see anyoneelse happy besides herself. She inflicts pain

verbally over others to feel better about herself.

Chatting I dont need no one else. Deep inside

experiencing hurt, because she never felt love

for anyone else. Not even for herself. Inflicted

pain.



A mothers love

A mothers love is never forgotten yet passed

along from a mother to a child. Its the one

thing a child and parent share forever. A

mother love is never forgotten



Letting Go

Letting go of the negative seems so hard to do.

Its so easy to hang on to the past, and pain that

one feels. Its hard to move forward at times, I

am afraid of what I cant control. I fear the

unknown.



My last wishes to all

I hope everyone can take all the negative things

that we go through as people and turn them

into a positive fuel. A fuel to keep on going,

when times get so rough that we feel like giving

up, dont ever give up or stop living as a person.

Enjoy life no matter what comes your way. Face

each challenge that comes about with a smile

on your face. So at the end of that rocky road

you can say I OVERCAME IT

I can say I have overcome it all.



About The Author

Still Finding Myself

I am still finding myself as a person. I went

through a struggle were I felt I didnt even know

the person I saw when I glazed into the mirror.

It hurt me to know that I couldnt even tell

someone what goals or path I wanted to take in

life. My purpose was so unknown to me.

Happiness wasnt something I thought that I

had even experienced; I was under the

impression that it came every so often. To find

you, meaning our self seemed so impossible.

Each time I looked around people seem to be so

happy with the things that they had rather than

accomplishment. I was so taken by material

things, until I took a step back to examine

myself and found I wasnt really happy, but

happy with the material things that absorbed

me. I was going through a really tough timementally and financially, dealing with family

issues and the way I started handling all the



problems that came about, were by writing. I

would get up and just write. So this small book

is some of the different emotions that I have

endured. Hope you enjoy. Many blessings upon

you all, ands thanks for the support.



This book was inspired by my daughter, she has

always told me I have many emotions that I

should share with the world. Without her I may

have never even published some of my work.

Thanks

I Love You Margaret.

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