They say a true poet writes from the

soul, could a soul untainted have no

emotions to share.

Anecia
 My mother’s image

So many nights I sat up crying, praying

asking God why, why wasn’t I inadequate,
or not worthy enough of your love.
Lacking that mothers touch. Feeling so
worthless, and hopeless. Staring into the mirror
at this stranger. I’m so confused about
whom I see. This image looks familiar.
Glazing back upon me. Thirty years later,
and I am still afraid to love. Shattered
glass beneath my feet yet I still see my
mother’s reflection staring back at me.
 Existed
Emotions once broken, like a wine glass
with a crack. Been shoved and kicked
around for so long, I thought love no
longer existed until I found you. Knowing
I’m loved by just your simple touch and
kiss. No longer feeling like a glass with
a crack, craving your love like plants
needing water. Your actions taught me
how to love, turning my love into a
rose that has fully blossomed. These
emotions you have unleashed within me I never
knew existed.
 HIT WITH A DOSE OF REALITY

I just been hit with a touch of reality,

it don't matter experience, hard work,
and being reliable, or dedication, as I
stroke the color of my face I now realize
the pattern. I can't change the fact of
whom I am, but in my world I don't
have to accept what I don’t like or
what I don’t feel is right, It hurts to
know that color still sometimes matters.
 Before You Were Born

As I held my stomach knowing one day you

shall be born. I loved you way before the
doctor even announced your shall be born.
My heart cherished every kick every touch
every different emotion felt. You were the
one creation that God allowed me to create
that belonged to me . That one sure thing no
one could take. I would sit and close my eyes
and wonder how would you be, personality,
traits, are would you be just like me. I
would sit quietly read and sing to you. I knew
before you were born that I would love
you.
 I want to be free

I want to be free. Free as a bird to soar into

the world and spread my seeds. Leaving
generation after generation with peace,
without having to live in this place of self
destruction, disease and hate. Spreading my
seeds of knowledge without pain, grief, love,
heartache and sorrow. I want to be free. Free
as a bird to teach, inform, enlighten to help
one reach that potential dream to achieve
greater heights within one, I just want to be
free.
 Searching for myself

I had always imagined as a child that I would

grow into a successful adult. Disappointed am I,
which I still haven’t discovered myself yet. I’m
falling but already failed. No surprise I guess. So
many people have informed me that, we all
have a special gift, or talent. Trying to cheer me
up, I see. I am searching for myself, lost my self
esteem along the way. Perhaps the self esteem
was never engraved within my character. I am
so afraid; the thought of never knowing me.
 Looking for that fathers love

She looks for that father’s love. Daddy was

there but in a separate house, when he came to
visit a different woman was always along his
side each week. Father never cared much about
disciplining or stating the things she was doing
wrong. Sleeping with every man she meets,
falling in love every two weeks. Why can’t he
see her plea?
 My King

My man has shown me many things; I love to

call him my king. He has provided throughout
the years and token good care of home. The
most important thing is that he has chosen me
to be his queen, and that I shall forever be. I will
stand by his side with great pride. Take care of
our home, and birth his seeds. Together we
have built such a strong foundation. I am so
proud to call him my king.
 Someone like me

What will it take to make you notice someone

like me? I am not the proud or the boosting
type. Don’t were makeup, or cover-ups. Boring
in many ways. Humble when speaking. Gentle
when touching. Yet you still don’t notice me. I
hold my head down when you pass by giving a
low non confident hi. You still walk by and never
respond to me. It’s like you’re here and there
but so hard to reach. What will it take for you to
notice me? I see you smile when you’re chatting
with those flirty seductive girls. At night it
becomes so hard to sleep. I’m clinching my
pillow tight with just the mere thoughts of you.
I come to work each day eager to catch a
glimpse of you. Yet it remains the same. You
still won’t acknowledge someone like me.
 You raped my soul

You raped my soul, a thousand lashes can’t

compare to the pain and agony you have
caused me. Wear and tear has aged me. The
hitting, punching, and lies has broken me down
inside I no longer feel the need to cry. The pain
you have caused me mentally has me so
damaged that it shows so apparently upon my
face. You raped my soul and then had the
audacity to say that I owe you my life because
you made me. You raped my soul, until today
something inside clicked. I realized you didn’t
kill me, or take away the one true thing that is
mines. My heart, my mind. I have the ability to
let go. I have forgiven you because without the
pain I have endured, I would have never known
how to love myself. Yes you raped my soul until
you have thought there was nothing left, but it
was I who let you! I have found myself.
 Struggling Inside

Struggling inside, this battle I am fighting within.

I feel like I can’t win. I’m losing my mind.
Poverty has taken its toll, lacking knowledge has
hurt me. Trying to overcome all odds. Shallow
inside due to confusion. Lacking all the proper
recourses. Giving up, sinking inside. Screaming
help I’m drowning. I can’t win. Why won’t
anyone help, I am struggling inside.
 The first time we met

I remember when our eyes locked glazed across

the poetry table, neither one of us approached
one another so shy in many ways. I love to
recall our first time even speaking on the
phone. It took so much courage for you to give
me your phone number, and I was afraid to
even call, didn’t want to seem so desperate at
the time. The first time you grabbed my hand I
had to keep snatching away so you wouldn’t
feel my sweaty palms. Our first kiss, first hug I
still cherish to this very day. Who knew one day
I would be your wife, and you my husband with
children of our own. Just the thought of our
happiness brings out a smile across my face. I
still can recall the time and place we first met.
 A fire that once burned deep for you

I have this fire inside that burns deep within for

you. This love I have for you controls me.
Relationship scars and trouble plague me. I
don’t want this burden any more. There once
really was fire that burned throughout my body;
I used to crave for your touch. Hunger was
always there for your love. The love we shared
is gone. I’m the one whom is unfaithful, lies
buried deep within my soul. I still feel the
passion you try to give, accept it’s me who
rejects your touch and love. I am never
satisfied. I’m a liar, and cheater. That flamed
that burned so bright is no longer shining. The
flames and passion we once shared are no
longer there, yet you still want me.
 Don’t try to understand me

Please don’t try to understand me. I’m so

complicated I don’t even quite know myself. It’s
a turn off to me when a man tries to figure me
out. As my lover and friend don’t try to get to
know me just love and accept me, but please
don’t try to understand me, I don’t quite know
myself.
 Loving Myself

I didn’t know love until I loved myself. I was so

emotional devastated that I was too blind to
see that love starts within me. Walking around,
blaming others for my faults, mistakes, actions,
and my past. So much aggression and hatred
towards others I couldn’t see that I was the one
whom was affecting me.
You have my heart and soul

My heart and soul resides in your hands. My

heart skips beats like a person going into
cardiac arrest when you’re near. Each time our
eyes meet, I go forward into time. Picturing us
in a lavish home, you know the one with the
white picket it fence. Children running around
the yard playing, and sounds of their laughter. I
will catch a glance of your smile every now and
then. You have my heart and soul in your hands.
The love and excitement that I feel can no
longer be contained. Your love is contagious
there’s no cure for it, only more. You have my
heart and soul in your hands.
 Inflicted pain

She inflicts pain upon herself by sleeping with

different men. Self esteem is so low she covers
it by denying it. So unhappy with the things that
are going on in her life it’s hard to see anyone
else happy besides herself. She inflicts pain
verbally over others to feel better about herself.
Chatting I don’t need no one else. Deep inside
experiencing hurt, because she never felt love
for anyone else. Not even for herself. Inflicted
pain.
 A mother’s love

A mother’s love is never forgotten yet passed

along from a mother to a child. It’s the one
thing a child and parent share forever. A
mother love is never forgotten…
 Letting Go

Letting go of the negative seems so hard to do.

It’s so easy to hang on to the past, and pain that
one feels. It’s hard to move forward at times, I
am afraid of what I can’t control. I fear the
unknown.
 My last wishes to all

I hope everyone can take all the negative things

that we go through as people and turn them
into a positive fuel. A fuel to keep on going,
when times get so rough that we feel like giving
up, don’t ever give up or stop living as a person.
Enjoy life no matter what comes your way. Face
each challenge that comes about with a smile
on your face. So at the end of that rocky road
you can say I OVERCAME IT

I can say I have overcome it all.

About The Author

Still Finding Myself

I am still finding myself as a person. I went

through a struggle were I felt I didn’t even know
the person I saw when I glazed into the mirror.
It hurt me to know that I couldn’t even tell
someone what goals or path I wanted to take in
life. My purpose was so unknown to me.
Happiness wasn’t something I thought that I
had even experienced; I was under the
impression that it came every so often. To find
you, meaning our self seemed so impossible.
Each time I looked around people seem to be so
happy with the things that they had rather than
accomplishment. I was so taken by material
things, until I took a step back to examine
myself and found I wasn’t really happy, but
happy with the material things that absorbed
me. I was going through a really tough time
mentally and financially, dealing with family
issues and the way I started handling all the
problems that came about, were by writing. I
would get up and just write. So this small book
is some of the different emotions that I have
endured. Hope you enjoy. Many blessings upon
you all, ands thanks for the support.
This book was inspired by my daughter, she has
always told me I have many emotions that I
should share with the world. Without her I may
have never even published some of my work.
Thanks

I Love You Margaret.