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Poetry
Not Confused
A Flight with Self Esteem
Sitting on my bed in a pitch‐black room, cannot determine days from nights
Echoes of the past are spinning in my head
Wondering how it seeped in my brain and took more than a hundred flights
Struggling with this inner man who often starts combative fights
Trying too hard to erase awful things from my thoughts that were said
Tired of seeing flicking black spots, so I cut on the light
Started flipping through many journals, remembering the start of age
While reading and reminiscing, mind exploded and ignited
Threw the journals in the corner, getting them out of my sight
Took two deep breaths, silently counted, to control this rage
Why did I allow it to follow me from elementary to high school?
Could this African Queen not stand up for herself?
Cannot count the number of negative phrases that were said, so cruel
Experienced college, students following the same name‐calling rule
Every day of my life, spent too much time trying to find myself
Many days, I sit in silence not wanting a relationship with family or friends
How can people think it is alright to call people ignorance, stupid, and dumb?
This big world should not allow these people to destroy others, when will it end?
As my mind scrolls back and forth, thinking about how long it has been
With head hanging down and eyes closed, believing an end day will come
They murdered feelings, desires, dreams, aspirations, and goals
They even contributed to many suicides of some
Encapsulated spaces and installed barriers to minds, hearts, and souls
As they seek their own self‐fulfillment, cold and bold
Those cowards that spread these words, never know the damage done
Once, I fell into the dark side of life, started believing what was said,
Took a roller coaster ride into this outworld, to escape the past
Thought I could cover up bad things heard and read
Started focusing on horror movies and believing life would be better if dead
Gruesome and scary adventures experienced, did not want them to last
Tried Keto, Weightwatcher, and starving diets too
Colored my hair blue, use whip cream makeup, to define who I can be
Wanted to paint a picture of me being brand new
Thought their words and feelings would change, but they overlooked the clue
Ashamed, presenting to these cruel villains, some remedies to rejudge me
When name calling continued to slice my heart to pieces, I dug deep in my soul
To discover the person that I really did not know
The light in my dark side quickly illuminated and unfolded
I stepped out of the person that was bitter and cold
And started a new journey including lessons that gave me wisdom to grow
Got rid of negative people and so‐called friends
Sharing my story with supportive family, stood in the mirror, look at me
Running full speed on tiptoes, covering destinations without ends
Forgetting those unimportant people who
I always defend
As I am happily rediscovering a new flight in my life, meant to be
‐Lexie Richards
Not the author of confusion
But I am confused
Can an emotion not be categorized?
Or is there such thing as
No emotion
No feeling
It’s not being lost or alone
It’s not being sad or depressed
So what is it?
Can there be no direction when
you know that you’re being directed?
He promised to lead and guide you
Never to leave you alone
So is there such thing as no emotion?
It’s not being hurt or angry
It’s not being happy, safe, and secure
So what is it?
Do you cry, scream, yell, or laugh?
Do you talk, write, or keep it all inside?
But exactly what are you keeping inside?
What is on the inside?
Is there anything there or is it void or emptiness?
Or, is it simply nothing at all?
Can you be lost, alone, sad, depressed
hurt, angry, happy, safe and secure
All at the same time?
Cause AGAIN, you’re not confused
Your steps are indeed ordered
Each day is a new day that
You are loved, led and directed
I’m not as strong as I think I should be
BUT I can stand
I may think that I don’t know anything
BUT I am intelligent
I may not know where I am going
BUT I can see
I can walk
‐Paula Gwennetta Love
Pick your head up,
I’m tired of seeing it down.
Stand up and stand proud,
You have a light within you now.
Some people are in your life for a reason,
Others are in your life for a season.
You sprung into my life for a reason,
And now I will hold your hands through an infinite amount of seasons.
I didn’t plan on meeting you,
Nor did I plan on loving this soon
I just had a plan of sticking to me and doing what I do.
But when I first walked into that room and saw you
I began to make plans for us two.
Wondering to myself “Does she think of marriage too?”
“Does she see God as the truth?”
“Will she respect herself as well as her man too?”
“Does she want to move fast move slow or go with the flow?”
Eventually I had to tell myself “man just go!”
So I went along,
And our feelings they grew strong.
I’m still amazed by how my heart was touched by a woman whom I’ve never felt on.
A love that’s goes beyond skin deep is a love
that only a few will reach;
A love we see as truly unique.
In a world full of lust, hate and greed
I’m happy to be with someone who satisfies every part of me.
You reap what you sow,
So, I sowed a love
That will never grow old.
-William Sales
Lovingly Unexpected
Ya casi estoy lista
y mi carry on está lleno de amor
Ya limpié todas mis preocupaciones, el
dolor y el stress
antes de tomar el avión.
Ya he dado mi mejor ropa,
perfume, joyas, carteras, fotos y lo demás
No necesito cosas donde voy, ahí lo
tienen todo
el dinero no es aceptado
Y el exceso de maletas es un no, no.
Yo viajaré en una capsula de tiempo
Para un expedito viaje de primera clase
mientras mi familia y amigos me ayudan a
celebrar
Con sonrisas, memorias felices y torta,
Llantos y pena hasta que nos veamos otra
vez.
Pero yo les sigo diciendo; que yo siempre
estaré ahi
Estere con ellos en sus suenos, en las cosas diarias
Como una postal que viaja en el viento, les hare saber
Que los quiero, los entiendo y los protejo
Y si ponen atención sentirán
Mis abrazos, mis besos y mi amor.
Desde una de las habitaciones de mi casa en el Paraiso,
Sin preocupaciones
Sentada en una mesa redonda, con mantel blanco y flores rosadas
Mirando el azul del mar rodeada de amor
Con la paz que respiro desde las perfumadas flores azules
Mi trabajo en mi nueva cas será
Cuiadar a los que amo, mientras espero recibirlos.
‐SANDRA HERRON
ENGLISH VERSION:
My last trip
I am almost ready
And my carry on is full with love
I cleaned out all my worries, the pain the stress.
Before I go.
I am passing on my clothes,
Perfumes, jewelry, purses, pictures and all;
I don’t need staff in the place I’ll go
In my destination trip they have it all;
currency is not accepted
and excess luggage is a no, no.
I will travel in a time capsule
For expedite first class ticket,
While family and friends help me celebrate;
With smiles, tears, happy memories and cake;
sadness until we see each other again.
But I keep telling them: I will always be there,
I’ll be there in their dreams, in the chores of their day;
Like a post card travel in the wind, I’ll let them know;
I love, protect and care for them;
and if they pay attention, they will feel it
my hugs, my kisses and my love.
From one of the many rooms in my
paradise home
without worries,
Seating on a round table, with white
mantel and pink flowers,
Looking at the blue ocean surrounded by
love
With the peace I breath from the
perfumed blue flowers
My job in my new home will be;
to take care love ones, while I wait to
received them.
‐SANDRA HERRON
Mi ultimo viaje
