For most humans
belonging is tied to names
passed through generations
by fathers and mothers.
Unless orphaned or divorced
a name can ascertain
from birth to death
who we are or are not
and shame us or make us proud?
A name can be all we need
to belong proudly and pass it
on to those we love
or to separate and divide us.
The feeling of belonging
is in a name's historical roots
it can elevate or diminish
and in shame, choose
not to belong to their name.
Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC
My favorite tree in our yard
is bare
And every time I look out
It’s bareness
Swallows me in feelings of loss
When first
Leaves turn colors like loved ones
last breath
Leaving arms that once held me
only memories
Of once arms on a body
Love-filled
Even when branches tossed by winds
like sticks
From a life once well spent
full again
Lush regalia crowds over each other
with memories
Of happy times return and memories
dunks deep
Into my gut, how it was
hate that,
For love reminds how painful loss
can be
When love’s arms go from barren
To lush
8/30/22
@ Changes by Marta Masis Delgado
(aka) Adint-Weeks
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
Whiteness
Screams mix in the shrill sound of sirens
Wet with tears
From the eyes and faces of those
Cries for justice
Most born and die never knowing trust
Diminished by shadows
Distrusted because of the color of flesh
Less than life
Teach their children before spoon fed
Not to stray
But to live in their shade of color
Not to ask
Nor to ever expect permission nor contradict
To ignore humiliation
With such words as why are you sensitive?
And if worried
About walking, working, or living, not white
signifies diminished worth
Not worth the respect or value of humans
Dogs in pounds
When whiteness is like crap filling the toilet
Brown
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 10:39 PM UTC
Voices claim
rights to justice
From streets to stages
they proclaim sources
of wrongs.
Do you
teach your kin
with words or actions
that's their right
to ****
Then there's
no safety for
their siblings or parents
For who wins
right wrongs?
Clean streets
from immigrants ****
But who's the ***
You say that's
the bad.
In cheer
and pomp citizens
judge right from wrong
But yours can't
be deployed.
Does God
support those who
in the name of
country **** to
right wrongs?
@MartaCWeeks.com
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 5:21 PM UTC
Rise,
from deep in earth like sweet
rumbles of thunder in spring
pregnant with passion for men
filled with love for children
Rise,
to the sky with spirits of steel,
never wavering, even in doubt,
always holding a steady pace
while traveling on the road of life
Rise,
to reach for and taste the mud
of generations upon giving birth,
tender and strong of heart and back
sustaining all that men cannot
Rise,
from priestesses to prostitutes, sacred
we are all. Made to conceive and lead.
When women don’t rise, truth is corrupted
with edicts and imprisoned with lies
Rise,
don’t let evil pass from morning to night
onto days to dark or until the lie rings true
and wars don’t tear our children
in the name of peace from our hearts
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
Have you seen
a life born
and someone die?
The beginning
and end of life.
Memories buzzing
as guilt buts in
like gossipy neighbors
and regret comes
as if it’s not enough
that reality is rude
and the loss is lost
in wishing away
a stain that stays
to remind us that all
wasn’t as we’d want
to make believe.
Yet, if wet trash
is how we feel
as we let tears flow
as we almost ***
laughing the bad away
and crying the good in
reality fills us
with the truth of how
love is.
Marta
6/28/2019
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
God, as I understand you
grant me the valor to see the truth
not what I fear,
want to see, or want it to be.
An eye for reality
and another for day dreaming
a mouth to speak my truth but not
push it on others.
A mind to remember my messy tracks,
mistakes and faults,
what I need to accept or change
but please
don't bother me too much because
it's my time
to kick back, breakout and do
my thing.
Compassion to see
that reality can be hard or healing
and good or rough times,
can build with mistakes esteem
despite the screams and frowns,
from others.
Let me go thru this day not counting
blessings nor messes
not taking everyone’s inventory
and standing up for myself and others
even when on my ****
Marta
3/7/2019
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
The mind
when immersed in memories
of yesterday carried by
hopes of tomorrows
and thoughts that like stones
on the surface of a lake
skip from feeling to heart
tracing ripples of emotions
as from nature's beauty
to the smallness of self
is a universal totality
brushing wind over water
to wave onto shore
a life that lost on Earth
helps grow the next wave
that reaches beyond
into the horizon
where some go to sleep
while others wake
are born or take last breath
to be born again
matters not if the sun shines
or the moon reflects on its surface
glass only gives back
the reality of what is
not what one wants
the universal blanket
over and under
above and below
into time on end
not wavering not changing
to accommodate humanity
sustains eternity
what was and what will be
wishing to be more
is as a mere leaf that falls
over an oak seed on its bank
majestic in the passing
before and after us
is where we take part
of forever
Marta
06/01/2017
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
In fear loaded times
Will a mask
That blends with all
Does not claim sides
Speaks of nothing
Stands for no one
Keep one safe?
To walk in crowds
Or hide behind doors
Doing nothing
Offending no one
Make us loved?
And where to hide
When a voice roars
Or fist bomb drops
In a corner
School or mall?
Marta
04/25/2017
Sent from my iPad
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
I now know
I lost my mind
In pain I grasped for life
In life I clung to death
Not knowing
Not thinking
Just grabbing lips
Crawling into arms
Mattered not
They were not yours
For years after you died
I was not me
I had no self
I cared for nothing
My heart was broken
Leaking pain
Into everyone
Not caring
Just taking
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC