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Siren Feb 2018
I’m glad I held on
Held your hand
One last time
One last breathe
Gone
Cold
I was told
You left us
I’m glad I held on
Held your hand
One last time
As you ascended
Memories
Imagining
You regaining your strength
In your limbs
In your mind
You shined
Smiled
I’m glad you held on
The way you did
Until I released
You back to Him
I’m glad I held on to you
My body tells me it’s time
Even though my mind
Hates the memory of losing
A best friend
A laughter out loud
A smile with a few good teeth
A working man with working hands
I’m glad I held on
Held your hand
One last time
No #FuckCancer gofundme page will ever replace you
No brown eyes with a gray tint to look at
Drown in
Get lost in
No sound of rough feet rubbing together
Sounded like matches
No more car watching on the porch as people passed
That’s your baby girl?
That’s your grandpa?
Nope that’s my daddy giggles
No more haircuts on the porchNo new memories
I’m just so glad
Glad I held on
Held your hand


Happy Birthday
February 24 is my father’s birthday. He died when I was 14 years old due to colon cancer that metastasized and shut down his kidneys. He was my best friend. Similar to his eulogy I wrote about his hands.
Siren Feb 2018
I'm no longer suicidal
With
My words
Nor my thoughts
Not even my actions
Towards you
So maybe I meant to say homicidal
If you will...
I wish no harm on you
Looking back
Every sight
Every gaze
Upon you
If looks could ****, I'd be reading your grave.
"Forgotten _ (blank)"
More like needing to be forgotten about
As much of a nobody
Labeling you
I craved
You were somebody to him
Always have been
Always will be
But
Ask about me
I'm somebody too
That thought keeps you out of body and me under your skin
I know nothing other than your name
Siren Jan 2018
It’s me not you
Lies awake for hours
Harsh reality
Bitter pill that I must swallow since you don’t give af
Never thought I’d break for you
Shattered
Fragile
Instead of you sweeping pieces off the ground you stepped over them trying not to cut yourself
like I was someone else
Like I was your ex
Like I was your current
Like I wasn’t good enough
Like I could never measure up to your standards
Like do you understand how that makes me feel?
Rereading ever text I’ve ever sent making sure I didn’t **** you off
Analyzing every move I’ve made
Dissecting every move to be made
Lying awake at night
While you’re sleeping peacefully
It isn’t fair I think like this
It isn’t fair I’d give you the world in exchange for a cold shoulder
Siren Jan 2018
Feeling like a nobody
Nowhere
Blank thoughts
Out of whack
Out of breath
Head aching
Heart pumping
Eyes dozing
But where am I
Who the **** am I
Just a nobody
With nowhere to go
No thoughts to think
An empty canvas
A no one
Maybe tomorrow
Siren Jan 2018
In my years of motherhood
I’ve pick up on new things
Like no matter how many times I say no
No thank you
No thank you
No thank you

She hears yes
She hears try to feed mom more of it better yet grab her face and make her eat it!
If I say stop
Stop. No thank you
No thank no thank you.
She hears go because mom can’t catch me
Which it’s funny
Until we’re crossing the street and memories I don’t have of my childhood comes back to bite me because I was hit by a car at the age of 4
Kids follow the adult
Kids live by example
For the life of me my daughter can not understand why she doesn’t get to wear deodorant or have to shave
Yet
Yet
It’s impossible to tell my daughter not to scratch when she sees mommy doing it
Poor itchy skin
100 percent cotton
Oatmeal baths and aquaphor
before I knew what it was to be a woman you matured me
So I thank you
Outside of making my hustle harder
You’ve made me realize
How much I sound like my mother
How independence buds young
How what you say echoes
How you repeat what you hear before understanding what the hell it means like what bed bugs actually were meanwhile steady telling each other goodnight don’t let them bite

You made me realize I’m not bulletproof
How much you need me and I need you
How kisses fix boo boos
And hugs dry tears and make everything better
But there’s a not so nice part
I know you’ll tell me you hate me
I’ll explain why you are growing here there and are getting hair everywhere
But that’s the beauty of my motherhood
Not the strongest nor the only single one but I know I’m a **** good one
For the others out there on your grind you deserve all the cookies cakes and a nap
Take in how we make it happen
Take in how we make something out of nothing
Take it how we do it alone
The fight
struggle
Succeed
alone
but really go take a nap
Siren Jan 2018
Legacy


She gave her all
Her last
When there was none left
Love was right
Lost love in a sense
Tell them she was just trying to make it
To find or not to find her way
She was insane
Not looking to blame the next for her mistakes
She knew
Wisdom sat on her shoulder like a boulder carrying it around like baggage claim
A disaster
Like the devils on Hercules her life was a string that couldn't be cut.
Never gave up
Grinding for those who looked up to her
Or down to her size
Come to realize
Motherhood knocked on her door early
Before lied down
Before she kissed her father goodnight kisses not knowing if he'd wake up again
Before the meals she prepared for her brothers
Before the nights she prayed with her mother
Before you were in your mothers womb
Jeremiah spoke "God knew me."
Tell them my legacy
I was a giant
With ways that humbled me down to 6 ft small
Shadows along the wall couldn't compete with the heart she left on the stage
Blood stained sleeves
Flowing rivers of rage
Tears no longer water
Just Hemoglobin waves
Leaving the mic checks to switch lanes
Her story tattooed her body like a open book
... more came after
Tell them
Babies don't feed themselves at first
Nor teach themselves morals
Announce aloud
Any single parent doing it by themselves needs help
Explain
There were times that we sat in the dark because mommy just didn't have it
Report we were homeless
Acknowledge the government only wanted to assist you if you weren't willing to help yourself
Tell them there where times when I leaned on my daughter. Her response was glare saying mommy "I'm just a baby"
with God we made it
Proclaim to push and push and push
Pray
Until
Something
Happens
Speak of me as a messenger for God
Every word misunderstood at the mic was exchanged for a dance step or tune
So that so misunderstood became apprehending the good
Express that i taught the young girls that their worth wasn't something to be bought
It came with a cost
To fall in love with Jesus
Because boys these days can repeatedly show you how your good enough to lie down with but not enough to wife 7Bs knowledge for life
Affirm my love hard as concrete roses
Muscle brick shoulders
Chest to the bar to bench press walls of life
I love you
Even though you stabbed me in the back
I've wondered why you haven't called me back
Futuristically I see positivity
the God i believe can do all things
413
Love left in a sense
When there was none
Her last
She gave her all

Again Tell them her legacy
How it all began

Better yet...wait.
You can tell people a lot of things but your actions will always speak louder than your words. Stop saying what you will leave behind and just show them. This poem was my story to Carvens Lissaint’s Tell Them ****.
Siren Jan 2018
Fragile


Everyone is temporary
They want you to fail
Matter of fact there is no one around you that routes for your success and that's a problem
If diamonds are made under pressure
Why is it that I feel broken
Like ants under feet
Being stomped on faily
I'm crushed
There's gotta be a rhyme to reason
The pain
Unbelievable
But it ***** not having someone in your corner
That's how i always **** myself over

Glass is fragile and so are bonds.
Both can be shattered
Everything has a season and a sense of vulnerability

— The End —