My Writing

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...