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Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Dark n Beautiful

From the warmth of her womb
to a wooden coffin
the cloth of her **** laid lifeless
Gone to soon, gone too soon

The pain was more than she could bare
after losing her only son
to the rough street of Chicago
where the kingpin rules
and the prosecutes parade
the dark corridors in dark suits

It's a mother worse nightmare,
when the law enforcements,
is train to **** and asked question after.

In fear of their lives,
however, two wrongs,
cannot equal to right.

Our judicial system defenses team toss
them back to the mean street
with only criminals intents on their minds
another careless proceeding gone wrong.

so, here I am
back to the crime scene

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

To My Children

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Tia White

To My Children

To my children, I write some advice
To help get you through hard times
When burdened with worry or strife
Seek God and peace you will find

The strength of His power is stronger
Than any weakness you'll ever face
And the depth of His love is greater
Than those that feel the need to hate

If ever you find yourself all alone
With no one to stand by your side
He will be there if you seek Him
To wipe the tears you have cried

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Leave me alone

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Stephanie Hutson

Leave me alone

Leave me alone,
If you love me let me go,
If it's meant to be,
You'll love the real me,
Not my memory,
You wouldn't know it,
But I won't show it,
You led me to the beach,
And left my heart in the sand.

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Higher

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Stephanie Hutson

Higher

I'm Higher than a kite,
The lighter brighter than my future,
The night sky is falling,
I'm dreaming of darker times,
But at least for a moment I forget,
I'm dying to feel alive.

(I swear I don't do drugs)

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Papercut

Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy

Silverflame

Papercut

When my finger met the paper, in a brief love affair, it took my blood as a trophy.
Then the red droplets created a beautiful mess as they sank into the dead white wood.
It stung badly, and it continued to hurt as I went on a mission to find a bandage that
could keep the crimson art inside of me, instead of spilling it everywhere.
When I wiped the excess blood away I saw nothing, yet I was still in pain.
But what hurts the most right now is my heart, because just like I couldn’t
see the papercut, you can’t see my broken heart either, and it is bleeding heavily.
Because of you.
And I can’t seem to find a bandage big enough to heal the
hole you left in my dying heart.

I am so happy that my poem was selected as a daily. That is so unbelievable on so many levels. Thank you so very much to all of your comments, likes and reposts. It means the world to me! :)