JeneeMarie - Hello Poetry

She mourned day and night Frustration prevailed as she listened to their whines “I hate the rain!” They said “Ugh not another cloudy day” Grief turn to anger As she realized they weren’t seeing her pain A feeling of neglect A feeling of being ignored How can they hate me How can they feel my rain but can’t see that I’m sad How can they disregard my sufferings but want my joy My children need hydration My children need me more I’m drain by my title of Mother Nature No one helps me anymore Shall the forecast be grey for months with loom and resentment Shall I make thunder and lightning Shall I drown them for their ungratefulness How these people lack empathy I fear I don’t want to know The choices they make are priorities led by their selfish desires Will I allow them to control my emotions No, not any more I will be calm I will focus on my purpose I will feed my children I will take care of the flock I will care for myself generously Without reluctance or compulsion I will no longer yearn healing from people who only seek to use me for their gain I will call my Father who created me this way I will lean on His strength when I’m not strong I will find joy when I need a song I will pour my tears on His feet with gratitude for His love towards me Yes, I will depend on my Father to comfort me So when I cry, it won’t last too long I remember my Father words and His songs So when I hear them gossip Tenacious through trepidation That’s what Reginald Sharpe Jr says Yes, like my Father, providing new mercies and grace each day I will clean the slate of the mess they made not holding on to condemnation Not holding on to resentment or sin For I am a sinner too A Saint within While it hurts naturally so the disconnection between my people and I. I will choose to love them the same as my Father instructed me so. Not in betrayal to myself but in healthy distance with the reminder that we are all God’s children

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Dec 24, 2025

Dec 24, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC

When The Sky Began to Cry

She mourned day and night Frustration prevailed as she listened to their whines “I hate the rain!” They said “Ugh not another cloudy day” Grief turn to anger As she realized they weren’t seeing her pain A feeling of neglect A feeling of being ignored How can they hate me How can they feel my rain but can’t see that I’m sad How can they disregard my sufferings but want my joy My children need hydration My children need me more I’m drain by my title of Mother Nature No one helps me anymore Shall the forecast be grey for months with loom and resentment Shall I make thunder and lightning Shall I drown them for their ungratefulness How these people lack empathy I fear I don’t want to know The choices they make are priorities led by their selfish desires Will I allow them to control my emotions No, not any more I will be calm I will focus on my purpose I will feed my children I will take care of the flock I will care for myself generously Without reluctance or compulsion I will no longer yearn healing from people who only seek to use me for their gain I will call my Father who created me this way I will lean on His strength when I’m not strong I will find joy when I need a song I will pour my tears on His feet with gratitude for His love towards me Yes, I will depend on my Father to comfort me So when I cry, it won’t last too long I remember my Father words and His songs So when I hear them gossip Tenacious through trepidation That’s what Reginald Sharpe Jr says Yes, like my Father, providing new mercies and grace each day I will clean the slate of the mess they made not holding on to condemnation Not holding on to resentment or sin For I am a sinner too A Saint within While it hurts naturally so the disconnection between my people and I. I will choose to love them the same as my Father instructed me so. Not in betrayal to myself but in healthy distance with the reminder that we are all God’s children

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Isn’t It Nice to Have a Mother? I write this poem to share a thought—  A reminder, perhaps, to offer extra kindness today. Because not all mothers gave hugs,  Or left kisses along the way. I had a mother who was my first bully—  The first to teach me to chase a love.  That was never mine to hold. She taught me that love had to be earned,  That I needed to prove I was worthy of it.  The cost?  Low self-esteem, people-pleasing,  And a hunger for validation In exchange for love she rarely chose to give. She resented in me the traits she had been taught to hate in herself—  And now I see them,   Reflected in my own insecurities,  In the body I’ve grown into,  In the weight I carry, both seen and unseen. Not all mothers are kind.  Not all are gentle. Some are neglectful.  Some are cruel,  In more ways than one. So if I seem quiet today— If I hold back on a day meant for celebration—  Please understand:  It reminds me of the mother I did not have.  And of the mother I hope one day to become.

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Apr 30, 2025

Apr 30, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC

Anti Mother’s Day

Isn’t It Nice to Have a Mother? I write this poem to share a thought—  A reminder, perhaps, to offer extra kindness today. Because not all mothers gave hugs,  Or left kisses along the way. I had a mother who was my first bully—  The first to teach me to chase a love.  That was never mine to hold. She taught me that love had to be earned,  That I needed to prove I was worthy of it.  The cost?  Low self-esteem, people-pleasing,  And a hunger for validation In exchange for love she rarely chose to give. She resented in me the traits she had been taught to hate in herself—  And now I see them,   Reflected in my own insecurities,  In the body I’ve grown into,  In the weight I carry, both seen and unseen. Not all mothers are kind.  Not all are gentle. Some are neglectful.  Some are cruel,  In more ways than one. So if I seem quiet today— If I hold back on a day meant for celebration—  Please understand:  It reminds me of the mother I did not have.  And of the mother I hope one day to become.

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Should it matter that the messenger of truth may not meet my expectation The one who can easily see my vulnerability, or ways I need to make improvements Does it matter the brand of the carrier of this package As long as it’s delivered successfully then the job is done Oh, Ego, do not be quick to be bruised Regardless of their intent here lies an opportunity for you A chance to be brave A chance to face me A chance to make positive progress Why do you put your shield toward the messenger? Or care about how they look? Can two truths not stand? Can someone maybe be speaking from their own personal experience For that may be why they can see you But what if they’re projecting? What if they cannot handle my package of being me What if….they’re rejecting me? Oh, how beautiful is your curiosity My friend, it’s easier to assume that all come with good intent Trust in the Lord, Jesus Christ, to help you with discernment Take hold of what may be true Knowing that Christ loves every part of you Even with the hope and freedom to Grow Who you are now is the best version of you So my friend, ego or pride, embrace this truth Allow yourself to bloom Enjoying the progress of life: Seeds (seed formation), germination (the process of something coming into existence and developing), growth (the courage to be who you were created to be), and the beauty of the flowering plant (pollination: planting seeds..) So you can gain the courage to start the cycle of life again

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Mar 17, 2023

Mar 17, 2023 at 4:29 AM UTC

Be Kind to The Messenger

Should it matter that the messenger of truth may not meet my expectation The one who can easily see my vulnerability, or ways I need to make improvements Does it matter the brand of the carrier of this package As long as it’s delivered successfully then the job is done Oh, Ego, do not be quick to be bruised Regardless of their intent here lies an opportunity for you A chance to be brave A chance to face me A chance to make positive progress Why do you put your shield toward the messenger? Or care about how they look? Can two truths not stand? Can someone maybe be speaking from their own personal experience For that may be why they can see you But what if they’re projecting? What if they cannot handle my package of being me What if….they’re rejecting me? Oh, how beautiful is your curiosity My friend, it’s easier to assume that all come with good intent Trust in the Lord, Jesus Christ, to help you with discernment Take hold of what may be true Knowing that Christ loves every part of you Even with the hope and freedom to Grow Who you are now is the best version of you So my friend, ego or pride, embrace this truth Allow yourself to bloom Enjoying the progress of life: Seeds (seed formation), germination (the process of something coming into existence and developing), growth (the courage to be who you were created to be), and the beauty of the flowering plant (pollination: planting seeds..) So you can gain the courage to start the cycle of life again

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Am I not made in your likeness? fearfully and wonderfully made feels like it doesn’t apply to me. And yet, that's how you continue to see me despite the inner me which I sometimes deem as the enemy. Am I not made in your likeness? Why does it feel like Jeremiah 29:11 is a distance Not realizing I’ve already won Holding on to the hope and future that will become for thy will be done Am I not made in your likeness? So much so that you chose to mold me like clay making sure I’m crafted to the perfection you’ve called me to be Am I not made in your likeness? Why should I continue to question your love for me? Am I not made in your likeness? Yes, I am made from my father's image. How wonderful you are to choose a girl like me.

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Jan 24, 2022

Jan 24, 2022 at 9:01 PM UTC

A Gurl Like Me

Am I not made in your likeness? fearfully and wonderfully made feels like it doesn’t apply to me. And yet, that's how you continue to see me despite the inner me which I sometimes deem as the enemy. Am I not made in your likeness? Why does it feel like Jeremiah 29:11 is a distance Not realizing I’ve already won Holding on to the hope and future that will become for thy will be done Am I not made in your likeness? So much so that you chose to mold me like clay making sure I’m crafted to the perfection you’ve called me to be Am I not made in your likeness? Why should I continue to question your love for me? Am I not made in your likeness? Yes, I am made from my father's image. How wonderful you are to choose a girl like me.

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I yearn to be a river Will my woes be washed away? Should I yearn to be like rain? Letting go of all this heavyweight? Why is it that I can't bring myself to cry today? I yearn to be the ocean Maybe then I can hide my emotions? Should I be like the waterfalls? Pouring my love without regrets and all? Why is it that I can't bring myself to cry today? I yearn to be a pond A body of water, still and all Where all creatures gather in awe Admiring my beauty as the seasons come Why is it that I can't bring myself to cry today?

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Nov 11, 2020

Nov 11, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC

A Tear Today

I yearn to be a river Will my woes be washed away? Should I yearn to be like rain? Letting go of all this heavyweight? Why is it that I can't bring myself to cry today? I yearn to be the ocean Maybe then I can hide my emotions? Should I be like the waterfalls? Pouring my love without regrets and all? Why is it that I can't bring myself to cry today? I yearn to be a pond A body of water, still and all Where all creatures gather in awe Admiring my beauty as the seasons come Why is it that I can't bring myself to cry today?

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You see the way my hips curve And my Lips full to the compacity But you can't see an officer killing me? I am a Black Woman...LISTEN TO ME You see the clothes I wear And you like how I can move my feet But You can't see I'm running from an officer killing me? I am a Black Woman... LISTEN TO ME You see my hair defies gravity My vernacular makes you intrigued but you can't see my voice is being silenced by an officer? I am a Black Woman. LISTEN TO ME You love my sweet music and how I can dance to beat quick to argue if you can say the n-word but dismiss the officer killing me I am a Black Woman... LISTEN TO ME I can shout, "I can't breathe." I can show my hands that hold no weapon I can police myself to make sure I'm being respectful to the officer Yet his gun is pointed at me. No matter how I act Whether I sit still or dance I am a Black Woman... LISTEN TO ME I can show you my I.D I can tell you my Name I can tell you my story of hardship and pain But you REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ME I am a Black Woman...I shall be FREE

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC

Listen To Me

You see the way my hips curve And my Lips full to the compacity But you can't see an officer killing me? I am a Black Woman...LISTEN TO ME You see the clothes I wear And you like how I can move my feet But You can't see I'm running from an officer killing me? I am a Black Woman... LISTEN TO ME You see my hair defies gravity My vernacular makes you intrigued but you can't see my voice is being silenced by an officer? I am a Black Woman. LISTEN TO ME You love my sweet music and how I can dance to beat quick to argue if you can say the n-word but dismiss the officer killing me I am a Black Woman... LISTEN TO ME I can shout, "I can't breathe." I can show my hands that hold no weapon I can police myself to make sure I'm being respectful to the officer Yet his gun is pointed at me. No matter how I act Whether I sit still or dance I am a Black Woman... LISTEN TO ME I can show you my I.D I can tell you my Name I can tell you my story of hardship and pain But you REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ME I am a Black Woman...I shall be FREE

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It's the headache I experience Thinking about the comparison of those who can easily sleep Envy isn't green It's the rage I feel when I'm not the center of attention Envy isn't green It's the fake smile masking the battles I face every day Envy isn't green It's the realization that the issue is me

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC

Envy isn't Green

It's the headache I experience Thinking about the comparison of those who can easily sleep Envy isn't green It's the rage I feel when I'm not the center of attention Envy isn't green It's the fake smile masking the battles I face every day Envy isn't green It's the realization that the issue is me

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America is a melting *** indeed A mixture of anger, anxiety, sadness, death, vulnerability A failing government suddenly granting human rights and needs What will become of thee? A prayer for a silver lining A change, maybe something free Universal health care Cancellation of student loans Essentials workers earning more than fifteen? What will it be? As the Earth resets itself I'm forced to face reality To read a book Learn to listen Rest for 7-8 hours Exercise Create art Renew my mindset Meditate and Pray on Jesus's words Heal Face my monsters Greet my angels Sing a song Unbeknown to me I've been in a battle of what my new reality should be I will constantly choose to live by faith until I'm free It's not easy and I don't proclaim it to be Take each day responsibly You have a choice and voice that can move mountains Circumstances do not determine your joy We are witnessing the good the government can do for the people Do not be silent Do not hold on to seething anger Speak up, make phone calls Vote Choose life We deserve better Change starts with you Then maybe America can truly be great Disagreements, dislikes and etc are inevitable However, creating a solution is for what is right is attainable Maybe humanity for all people will embody empathy

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC

Seething Contempt

America is a melting *** indeed A mixture of anger, anxiety, sadness, death, vulnerability A failing government suddenly granting human rights and needs What will become of thee? A prayer for a silver lining A change, maybe something free Universal health care Cancellation of student loans Essentials workers earning more than fifteen? What will it be? As the Earth resets itself I'm forced to face reality To read a book Learn to listen Rest for 7-8 hours Exercise Create art Renew my mindset Meditate and Pray on Jesus's words Heal Face my monsters Greet my angels Sing a song Unbeknown to me I've been in a battle of what my new reality should be I will constantly choose to live by faith until I'm free It's not easy and I don't proclaim it to be Take each day responsibly You have a choice and voice that can move mountains Circumstances do not determine your joy We are witnessing the good the government can do for the people Do not be silent Do not hold on to seething anger Speak up, make phone calls Vote Choose life We deserve better Change starts with you Then maybe America can truly be great Disagreements, dislikes and etc are inevitable However, creating a solution is for what is right is attainable Maybe humanity for all people will embody empathy

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Jesus loves me. Enough to know the number of hairs on my head To know my good and bad So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus loves me. Enough to know my love languages To know when I'm sad and will need a good laugh So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus loves me. Enough to tell me when I'm wrong To discipline me and help me grow strong So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus loves me. Enough to hold my hand To listen and speak to me to see what's going on So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus love me. Enough to carry my burdens To wash away my sins and renew my mind So why should I accept anything less than that

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC

No Less

Jesus loves me. Enough to know the number of hairs on my head To know my good and bad So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus loves me. Enough to know my love languages To know when I'm sad and will need a good laugh So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus loves me. Enough to tell me when I'm wrong To discipline me and help me grow strong So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus loves me. Enough to hold my hand To listen and speak to me to see what's going on So why should I accept anything less than that Jesus love me. Enough to carry my burdens To wash away my sins and renew my mind So why should I accept anything less than that

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A virus helped me to stick to my self-care I like my skin routine and combing my hair Reading books of poetry is my new love affair Pains of the past but I shall not be in despair My God loves me who am I to fear Breath of fresh air and aromas of home cooked meals Geez, How I took advantage of the breeze Is this depression? My mind is starting to run a mock I'm going to keep busy to get out of this yuck. May I no longer confuse stillness as lack of progression May I enjoy this time of rest knowing Jah Bless May I use all the tools the Lord has given me to move forward May it be instilled within that God is with me all along

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Mar 18, 2020

Mar 18, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC

Discovering Me

A virus helped me to stick to my self-care I like my skin routine and combing my hair Reading books of poetry is my new love affair Pains of the past but I shall not be in despair My God loves me who am I to fear Breath of fresh air and aromas of home cooked meals Geez, How I took advantage of the breeze Is this depression? My mind is starting to run a mock I'm going to keep busy to get out of this yuck. May I no longer confuse stillness as lack of progression May I enjoy this time of rest knowing Jah Bless May I use all the tools the Lord has given me to move forward May it be instilled within that God is with me all along

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