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Faithful FriendsBright yellow sits above the fridge,
Grinning at me like food.
Pink is glued to the toilet door,
Amused and feeling good.
Hot pink taunts me from his place,
Above my money box.
Yellow sits in my second draw,
Without a pair of socks.
Light blue stands upon his shelf,
Above the liquor fridge.
Green sits on my work-filled desk,
My homework of a bridge.
Dark blue frowns as he lies,
Beside my box of tissues.
Red stands angry on my shoulder,
Stress-ball for my issues.
Yellows, pinks, greens, reds and blues,
Useful in rise and falls.
Happy, sad, scared, shocked and raged,
My faithful friends; stress-balls.
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.
Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.
You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.
You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
Yeah, we get it,
Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
Hear what we say!
Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
And caring friends.
Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
Signs of LoveThe hand waves in its gentle grace,
A smile creeps up upon a face.
A nodding head changes other's frowns,
From piercing cries to graceful sounds.
The wave cries out 'We'll meet again',
The nod acknowledges a faithful friend.
The hand falls down along the side,
The nodding slows and the loving died.
Returning home; arms open wide,
Gathers in and tries to hide.
From pain and fear, death and destruction,
A mother's heart; fortification.
A smile creeps upon a face,
Pain disappears without a trace.
Body language mimicked by another,
Keen to love and gain trust with the other.
Hands begin to sweat and swelter,
One runs to find safety and shelter.
Signs to show that love is nigh,
You're in love; float in the sky.
The hand waves hellos and goodbyes,
The nod greets and the smile lies.
The arms welcome and the hands love,
Signs for men from God above.
Cold DarknessWe fought the winds, the rain; the bitter ice,
Every moment a shallow march further into the unknown.
The blizzard winds whipped strongly at our faces,
And tore our clothes from our bodies to the wind.
'Hold your own!' Our leader cried out,
Pacing slowly towards our destination.
We followed behind, starved, cold and tired,
Constantly fighting the urge to lie down and be done.
Men, women and children trudged unknowingly forward,
Through days and nights of frozen hell.
Not one spoke a word, for fear held them back,
That the cold darkness would climb inside their souls for warmth.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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