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“There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.”

Christopher Morley, Pipefuls

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The Cycle

By Aneesah W.

As he awakes to scream fear grips his chest
Not wanting to imagine what will happen next
He jumps out his bed and races to the living room
Dear God please save my mother from this dude

Tears fall from his face as his mind steadily turns
What can I do to protect my mom
In the living room he sees blood splattered on the floor
His mother was curled up in a ball because she cannot take anymore

The evil in the man eyes as he continues to land kicks
To her thighs
Her stomach
And her head
As he screamed from the top of his lungs
That she was worthless and he wished she were dead

So the boy screams stop please what did she do
And the man bellows shut up this does not concern you
So the boy runs to the phone and dials 911
Hoping and praying the police would come

The man looks at the boy and says son what did you do
The son looks at his father and says dad I will never be like you
Shame grips the man as he looks down at the blood covering his hands

Ten year later that boy finally becomes a man
He looks at his wife and the blood on the floor
Then he turns and looks into the eyes of his son
All he could think was what have I become

The pattern has been set violence and neglect
The irony is in another ten years
Some girl doesn’t realize she is next
   

MY DREAM
Young and in love nothing could stop us
You and me and me for you
Their was nothing in the world we could not get through

Our lives intertwined and our souls attached
There is no one else for me
How could there be
When you are the man of my dreams

Years go by and problems come
Money gets tight
And we learn together
This world is not always right

Hard for you to get ahead
Beat down and disgusted you flop on the bed
I feel your pain without you saying a word
I tried to hold things together the best way I could

When we lay together its pure ecstasy
We forget about the issues we face in the streets
But when the sun rises for another day
Reality sets in that nothing has changed

Disagreements turn into arguments
And augments turn into fights
How did things get so bad
When they started out so right

As our issues get bigger so does my waist
At this point I don’t know what to do or to say

Through the tears and the fights
The hurt and the pain
You are still at all costs the man of my dreams

So I fight for me
And I fight for you
I fight for our son growing in my womb

Not willing to let go
Not willing to give up
Not willing to accept the fact that there is no us

What is a woman to do
When your dream no longer feels the same way about you

The fire has doused and the passion subsides
What happens now we created a life

When our son comes I see the love in your eyes
But that love that I see is know longer reserved for you and me

How can you look at him with so much love
And look at me with disappointment and disgust

What have I done but love you
So you feel like I trapped you
Well guess what I have news for you
I was there that night
There was no knife or gun to your head
The night you decided to lay in my bed

You came into to me voluntarily
You said you did it because you loved me

You kissed my face and held my hand
I thought is was okay because you were my man

Now you blame me for your life being this way
How is it my fault
Because I wouldn’t climb on a doctor’s table
And allow him to murder our son

If it takes for you to hate me for him to have a life
Just call me the Notorious BM who just ruined your life

Whatever eases your pain
Whatever you feel you need to do
In the end you’re still my dream

But it never came true...

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