I was watching Anderson Cooper 360 about Christopher Lane's senseless murder in the small town of Duncan, Ok aired and I began to write:
At my girlfriends house and I go out to take a run
Thinking nothing of it until I felt the heat from a bullet of a gun.
Staggered across the street to the other side
Could barely feel my feet so inside the ditch I fell...alive.
Voices I begin to hear but they started to fade out quickly
Then angels voices appeared in my ear saying that they came to get me.
At that very moment I started to realize they were from another place
And though I didn't want it...my heart didn't continue to beat the same pace.
To my family:
I know that this moment seem so unreal, so made up
Hard to imagine that so soon, death would come to greet us.
Above the clouds sit an awesome God who does awesome things
He takes care of the hurt we feel and the pain it brings.
I know that losing me will not be an easy thing to move on from
But I know that you can do anything with God's love.
Know that every moment we shared will be with me forever
And the memories you have will keep us together.
The death of someone doesn't mean that they're gone
The absence of their presence mean that God called them home.
But the love of them still remains right there with you
As your guardian angel, I'm doing what God called me to.
Love,
Christopher Lane
Written by Leukemiona "Shala", 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Death's Message "Though"
-Death's Message-
Though death take us all by surprise
God knows the when, the where and why.
Though it hurts to know u will neva see them again
God called them home and took them in.
Though the tears will fall from the pain and hurt
God hears our prayers and just asking works.
Though questions may not get answering from the physical beings
God will in time, just have faith and keep believing.
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
Though death take us all by surprise
God knows the when, the where and why.
Though it hurts to know u will neva see them again
God called them home and took them in.
Though the tears will fall from the pain and hurt
God hears our prayers and just asking works.
Though questions may not get answering from the physical beings
God will in time, just have faith and keep believing.
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Love Me When You Have Me
My Poetry's Truths:
When he arrived at my door I said, "Come in. Glad to see you decided to drop thru. Why don't u meet my new friend. David this is Devon, my kids dad. Devon this is David, the man who will now be enjoying what you had." He gave me this weird look and asked, "Can I talk to you for a minute. We stepped outside the front door and his lips started sinning...saying, "This ain't what I really wanted. I didn't think you would eva leave. I promise to do better I love you. This time you really have to believe me. He ain't gon' love you like I do. This relationship won't last for long. I'll give you everything you ask for if you just let me come back home." I replied, "Now that you see that I've moved on, you want to make a change. But I've had time to think since you've left me alone and I don't think I wanna take back all the pain. David has come into my life now and I'll take the chance rather than repeat the choice. Hope you'll do better the next go round and listen when she shares her voice." #lovemewhenuhaveme
(Leukemiona "Shala", 2013)
When he arrived at my door I said, "Come in. Glad to see you decided to drop thru. Why don't u meet my new friend. David this is Devon, my kids dad. Devon this is David, the man who will now be enjoying what you had." He gave me this weird look and asked, "Can I talk to you for a minute. We stepped outside the front door and his lips started sinning...saying, "This ain't what I really wanted. I didn't think you would eva leave. I promise to do better I love you. This time you really have to believe me. He ain't gon' love you like I do. This relationship won't last for long. I'll give you everything you ask for if you just let me come back home." I replied, "Now that you see that I've moved on, you want to make a change. But I've had time to think since you've left me alone and I don't think I wanna take back all the pain. David has come into my life now and I'll take the chance rather than repeat the choice. Hope you'll do better the next go round and listen when she shares her voice." #lovemewhenuhaveme
(Leukemiona "Shala", 2013)
My Dreams
My thought on 8/20/2013
My dreams can't be imagined with the normal mind. The vision set forth for me is only seen between God & I. Neva tell me what I can & can't do. -Leukemiona Shala, 2013
My dreams can't be imagined with the normal mind. The vision set forth for me is only seen between God & I. Neva tell me what I can & can't do. -Leukemiona Shala, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Twenty-six Years
My poetry's truths:
It's been twenty-six years since she looked me in my face
Those same twenty-six years has passed since in my father's arms I was embarrassed
Long weekends I sat wondering their whereabouts, their faces
Wondering if I would ever see them again...
Well I did...
I'm just now leaving them and the tears fell
I said things to them I had on my chest and needed to tell
My eyes are swollen and my heart still beat uncontrollably
Good thing my husband was there to grab hold of me
Just looking at them both so broken-hearted
But twenty-six years ago...our relationship departed
I was able to to calm my worried mind and daily thoughts
Too bad it was at their funeral...that we had to talk.
(Written by Leukemiona "Shala", 2013)
It's been twenty-six years since she looked me in my face
Those same twenty-six years has passed since in my father's arms I was embarrassed
Long weekends I sat wondering their whereabouts, their faces
Wondering if I would ever see them again...
Well I did...
I'm just now leaving them and the tears fell
I said things to them I had on my chest and needed to tell
My eyes are swollen and my heart still beat uncontrollably
Good thing my husband was there to grab hold of me
Just looking at them both so broken-hearted
But twenty-six years ago...our relationship departed
I was able to to calm my worried mind and daily thoughts
Too bad it was at their funeral...that we had to talk.
(Written by Leukemiona "Shala", 2013)
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Poetry Vision - Tragic Story
This world and the things that are happening in it. The world create a whole bunch of opportunities that allow me to write...write life, write situations, write relationships, etc. Whether on paper or using MS Word...I get to write poetry.
Just off the top of my head I began to write:
After school my grandmother is there to pick me up...which was kinda confusing cos I usually ride the bus. She said, "Get in child. Your mother sent me to get you. Why are you looking at me kinda crazy and confused?"
"Am I going to your house?" I asked. "Yeh boy," she said rubbing my head as she laughed. When we arrived there were cars parked in front of the house and some up in the driveway. "What's going on?" I asked, "Is it someone's birthday?"
She looked at me and began to cry. I grabbed her hand and asked her, "Why?" She looked me deep in the eyes and begin to say, "Your grandfather Henry...he died today." I ran inside the house with tears falling fast. Each one of the family members I ran quickly pass. I screamed, "Where is my mama?" as I ran through the house. My grandma then grabbed me and said, "You have to sit down."
"This morning your grandfather picked up the phone. Your mother was screaming that something was wrong. He went to her rescue to find her holding a gun. It was pointed at her temple and she was holding her son. Your grand-dad tried to talk to her and tell her to stop. He called me on the house phone and then I heard a shot. He lay there struggling to breath but said, "Please help her okay." She picked up the phone and screamed, "Dad, you okay? Mom he's not breathing, I didn't mean to shoot. As I began to take the gun from my head the bullet went through." Then I heard your brother crying and I said, "I'm on my way." When I arrived she was shot in the face.
"So...your brother I have. Your mother is gone. Your grandfather was killed but you are not alone. I'll be her to hold you, to talk to you...I care. I'm sorry that your father is incarcerated and not able to be there. Though she was not my biological child...your father is my son. We will get through this together and know that your mother sends her love."
the end.
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
Just off the top of my head I began to write:
After school my grandmother is there to pick me up...which was kinda confusing cos I usually ride the bus. She said, "Get in child. Your mother sent me to get you. Why are you looking at me kinda crazy and confused?"
"Am I going to your house?" I asked. "Yeh boy," she said rubbing my head as she laughed. When we arrived there were cars parked in front of the house and some up in the driveway. "What's going on?" I asked, "Is it someone's birthday?"
She looked at me and began to cry. I grabbed her hand and asked her, "Why?" She looked me deep in the eyes and begin to say, "Your grandfather Henry...he died today." I ran inside the house with tears falling fast. Each one of the family members I ran quickly pass. I screamed, "Where is my mama?" as I ran through the house. My grandma then grabbed me and said, "You have to sit down."
"This morning your grandfather picked up the phone. Your mother was screaming that something was wrong. He went to her rescue to find her holding a gun. It was pointed at her temple and she was holding her son. Your grand-dad tried to talk to her and tell her to stop. He called me on the house phone and then I heard a shot. He lay there struggling to breath but said, "Please help her okay." She picked up the phone and screamed, "Dad, you okay? Mom he's not breathing, I didn't mean to shoot. As I began to take the gun from my head the bullet went through." Then I heard your brother crying and I said, "I'm on my way." When I arrived she was shot in the face.
"So...your brother I have. Your mother is gone. Your grandfather was killed but you are not alone. I'll be her to hold you, to talk to you...I care. I'm sorry that your father is incarcerated and not able to be there. Though she was not my biological child...your father is my son. We will get through this together and know that your mother sends her love."
the end.
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Time
I was just sitting down at my computer and saw a video featuring a piece "Black Boy Wonder" written by Omar Hardwick and performed by the actors and I began to write:
My Poetry's Truths:
Motionless.
No life.
Mouth open.
So are my eyes.
Rolled back over on my stomach.
Bullet backs out of my chest.
Fighting to save my life.
Running from this unknown man.
Standing under the mailbox shed.
Walked back up to the store.
Going back into the house.
Sitting back down on the couch.
I just rewind time.
If I could take back this life of mine.
But we all know that this doesn't exist.
So in the beautiful heavens is where I live.
-Trayvon Martin
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
My Poetry's Truths:
Motionless.
No life.
Mouth open.
So are my eyes.
Rolled back over on my stomach.
Bullet backs out of my chest.
Fighting to save my life.
Running from this unknown man.
Standing under the mailbox shed.
Walked back up to the store.
Going back into the house.
Sitting back down on the couch.
I just rewind time.
If I could take back this life of mine.
But we all know that this doesn't exist.
So in the beautiful heavens is where I live.
-Trayvon Martin
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Too Soon to Judge
My Poetry's Truth:
At school and I walked by a group of girls with a cap on my head
One shouted, "Where's your hair. I bet it's ugly and probably smell bad."
The other girls they laughed and continued to call me funny names
As I continued to walk they followed playing the "bullying game."
The next day at school I walked by the same group of girls
One shouted, "Why don't you twirl beautiful twirl."
Then they busted out laughing at the clothes I was wearing
Followed me singing, "I wonder with who these clothes she's sharing."
Pants a little high from my ankles, neither one of my socks matched
My shoes not brand new and my shirt was an ugly plaid.
They laughed...oh just tickled and every day made fun of me
I guess it made them feel good but inside it was hurting me.
Though I didn't have much, I was blessed
Grew up to own my own business and have success
Never knew from my looks then that I would b where I am today
And those who laughed back then would be working for me to earn their pay.
Message: You just never know. A person is never defined by their physical features or clothes. You have to get to know someone then judge them based off how they treat you. You may laugh and get a kick out of them now but you never know what a blessing they can be...on the cool.
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
At school and I walked by a group of girls with a cap on my head
One shouted, "Where's your hair. I bet it's ugly and probably smell bad."
The other girls they laughed and continued to call me funny names
As I continued to walk they followed playing the "bullying game."
The next day at school I walked by the same group of girls
One shouted, "Why don't you twirl beautiful twirl."
Then they busted out laughing at the clothes I was wearing
Followed me singing, "I wonder with who these clothes she's sharing."
Pants a little high from my ankles, neither one of my socks matched
My shoes not brand new and my shirt was an ugly plaid.
They laughed...oh just tickled and every day made fun of me
I guess it made them feel good but inside it was hurting me.
Though I didn't have much, I was blessed
Grew up to own my own business and have success
Never knew from my looks then that I would b where I am today
And those who laughed back then would be working for me to earn their pay.
Message: You just never know. A person is never defined by their physical features or clothes. You have to get to know someone then judge them based off how they treat you. You may laugh and get a kick out of them now but you never know what a blessing they can be...on the cool.
(Written by Leukemiona, 2013)
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