Tag: sad

african, art, poetry

My Song

tahtahme

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Feet stomping
Legs pumping
Heart thumping
Brain throbbing
Head down
To the ground
Wish I had a place to go
A little place to call my own
Sad 
Mad 
Brave
No, afraid
Is this the end life has made?
Not looking both ways on the street
Don’t care if my end will make its meet
Someone asks me “What’s wrong?”
I add this question to my song
“Nothing” I grumbled
As I tried to hide a mumble,
“Nothing that you’d understand…”
My heart feels squeezed into a band
I feel like I’m all out of shape
What’d I do for heavens sake?
As I finish up this thought
My mind turns back to my walk
With my
Arms flailing
Hair blowing
Lips smacking
Body stops
Mind pops
Can’t I think of something else?
Can’t stop feeling sorry for myself.
Pissed 
Hurt
Fixed
No, broke
Feeling like an old folk
Crying, trying, to see the end
Sighing, dying, for a friend
Life is slipping down a hole
Is it true all have a soul? 
Can one person hold this hate?
Join the others in this ghastly state–
Witness those who have lost their lives
The innocent husband, children, and wives–
And still praying tonight, when I lay down
I will fall through my bed and never be found

2006

african, art, poetry

Pay Attention!

tahtahme

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man of nothing
man of despair
have you any dignity
do you not care

the ones you step on
you will need one day
the mother of your child
will run away

can you make her smile
oh that isn’t your style
can you see the pain you’re causing
can you see the hurt

better pay attention
or you’ll be in the dirt

living free now
but
for how long
not being a father
not being at home

home is where the love is
home is where it stays
home is something you won’t have
if you keep doing things your way

live and learn they say
have you learned yet
treat a good woman
with very much respect
she will do anything
if you give her the chance

listen with your ears
listen real close
those who can’t hear the real woman
suffers most

Trina
1972-2015