Patricia Kelley Poems

Every child has a story yet to be told.
Will she have a secret story that quietly unfolds?
Will her words be scornfully told?
Some girls silently lose their voice.
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My concern is this.
If I am traveling overseas,
Sampling other teas,
Am I not safe at an American Embassy?
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You look so proud in your valor colors flowing in the wind.
Where your courage never bends,
Through America's growth, you've met so many new friends.
You were always there for your country.
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She looked at me with her sad broken ice cold blue eyes.
A child that was once chained to a thick tall tree,
Forced to eat dog food,
Here she stoically still stood.
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He or she may seem like just an ordinary dog.
But this dog can smell a grenade in the smog.
This is a trained American Working Dog.
Trained to smell the enemy’s weaponry,
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He walks through the enemy's territory with his muscular hand on his gun.
He can't remember the last time he had fun.
With all of his senses on fast alert,
He walks through the hot desert sun.
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That boy over there turns his head and looks at me.
His eyes’ glow,
I’ll let it show.
Now,
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It was a sad day in American when Secretary of State Hillary Clinton lied.
To the people about 4 brave people.
It brought many humbled prayers to the steeple.
She lost her American pride.
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Lord, have I told you lately how proud I am to call you Father.
You have been there for me so many times in my life.
I am so ecstatically proud to be your adopted daughter.
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I’m so tired of feeling broken and poor.
I just want to walk the sandy beaches of the shore.
I won’t let anyone hurt me anymore.
They’ve taken my soul.
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