Sometimes a girl
needs a promise fulfilled…
my brother and I
stood behind our mother
at the door of the Sirloin Stockade.
and pounded on the door
muttering that they should
still be open, and we were hungry
appeared and said
they had to close early
for reasons I can’t recall.
wasn’t one to back
down when she thought
she was right, but that night she did.
in the paper the
following day about the
six found dead in the freezer.
easily have been
nine instead, but for
mama’s ability to hold her tongue.
I think of that night often…
the shake of her hands,
skipping over emotions
she express the depths
has turned and walked
I was just recently nominated for this award. Wow, not something that I would have ever expected. Thank you to Grabbety Covens for nominating me. I have really enjoyed his work on his blog, Surviving the Struggle to Success. His writing is honest and straight forward. You should definitely check him out.
I haven’t been writing for very long and honestly, I just write the way I speak. I’ve found that there are those who do appreciate the simplicity of my style and I’m grateful when they take the time to comment on something I’ve written. So thank you!!!
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To all those I follow, thank you for inspiring me. Every. Single. Day.
You damaged her
with bitter words
tumbling from the tip
of your forked tongue…
found on youtube
One of my favorite songs. Hard to beat this one.
It felt pretty amazing to see this.
Title: Real Raw Hope
Author: Rio McKee
Real Raw Hope is a book of poetry inspired by Rio McKee’s history of trauma and journey towards recovery. McKee shares in the Introduction that she survived an active shooting on her college campus. The trauma of this event prompted her to unlock a larger and deeper history of trauma. The poetry gives voice to the events and pains McKee had silently held secret for so long. This process contributed to McKee’s healing, and she hopes sharing her work will help others feel less alone in their own pains.
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I had to share this, because he captured what it was like to be that girl. I know, because this could have been me. Twenty-eight schools from the first grade through high school. Check out his blog. It’s amazing!
She was the new kid
I was alone in a crowd
She started mid year
I should’ve known everyone
She was used to moving
I went places in my head
Her golden hair made her stand out
My unkempt curly hair did the same
She felt everything was temporary
I was afraid I would always be that way
She was selective on who she befriended
I gave my lunchtime chocolate milk to anyone
She asked me to push her on the swing
I felt the joy and rush she experienced
She set a date for every recess
I now looked forward
She chose me
I let her in
Then one day
She was gone
I pushed an empty swing
I don’t long to reunite
I just hope
That she found
Who loves to swing her
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