I have been writing poems since I was 15 years of age. I write mostly because it let's me know how it feels to walk in someone else shoes, and being a person with a disability that does not allow me to walk I consider it a privillage to be able to write the way I do and walk in others shoes. I have poem published in several different anthologies and hope to one day have a book of my work publish for the world to enjoy. more »
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Lore Me34 Poems
They look at my dark complexion and they laugh. But that don’t bother me. For I’m beautiful. Beautiful me.
Mother or Momma
A mother gives birth, but a momma raises a child. A mother brags on how smart her child is.
Never Found the Words
When you two asked me to write a poem for you wedding I felt so honored. But now on this your wedding I must apologize for not writing your poem, I never found the words. I never found the words that could describe the love you see for one another
Label me Not
Label me not because the color of my skin.
Color Me Beautiful
My color is pinkish pale the world calls it white. My color is tan, bronze chocolate or dark brown the world calls it black. There are those that call me yellow and/or ghostly pale. But whatever color I am; color me beautiful.
From the Heart of a Child
When I was born no one want me. The called me baby girl I had no identity. I was in this world alone.
It Don't Matter
Yes I have a disability. But it don’t matter. Yes I use a wheelchair for mobility.
Not Wheelchair Accessible
I have something to say but no one will hear it because I can’t get in. The place to speak is not wheelchair accessible. My whole life I have been on the outside looking in. Because most business owners brains are not wheelchair accessible.
I’m from a family of seven which to most it would seem as if I would never be lonely. But somehow in all that crowd
After the Tears
I have shed all my tears, and I have dried my cheeks. Now, after all tears you made me cry my heart still longs for you. After all the tears I have shed my soul still needs you. After all the tears are gone somehow I still love you.
When Life was Simple
When life was simple Was when I was in mother's womb? but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
Better Part of Me
I never knew how better I could be. That is until I met her, the better part of me. She makes my smile wider. She’s the fuel that burns my passion’s fire.
Someone Else's Shoes
As I look through my closet of poetry I realized that many of my poems are someone else's shoes. I was never a woman who had one breast
It's Hard Being Disabled Period
It’s hard being disabled period. But to be young, disabled and in search of love some times seems ridiculous.
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'''Poets Never DieI believe that poets are everlasting because words never die.
Our Words are Our
Eternal Flame! '''
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They look at my dark complexion and they laugh.
But that don’t bother me.
For I’m beautiful.
I love my wide nose,
and thick lips.
Now, my hips are wide,
and I got a lot of junk in my trunk.
But I’m beautiful.
My hair may be coarse,
And my breast are not enhance.
But I’m still beautiful.
So they may point, and laugh if they want too.
They may even call me names because of my
dark skin. I won’t cry because beauty is in
the eye of the beholder. And ...