As I walked across a desert of uncertain sands.

I felt a warm breeze and something held my hands.

I was gripped with force yet subtle to breathe.

I was chosen by someone to

Teach and lead.

As my walk turned to gliding on a mystical summer Eve.

The pain I felt left me as I

Dropped to one knee.

My arms flew in the air and my

Head swung back.

My eyes was seeing clouds

With stars in the cracks.

In my mind I'm thinking ...people must see me this way.

In my mind I'm thinking ...people Must see me this way.

But in my soul I was feeling

...

...I don't care what they say. n't care what they say.

Suddenly sound floats from lips

In shallow.

I said " God thank you for today and guide me through tomorrow."

All went silent and the world was mine.

It was my time to show that his glory was divine.

As I talked aloud more people came about.

My shallow voice became a humble shout.

The position I was in attracted a crowd.

Was I making sense or was I just loud?

Several other words left from my lips.

Then all of a sudden...something raised me by the hips.

Stood me up and stood me tall.

I said what I needed to say,

They heard my call.

I felt relieved,

somehow unhinged from stress.

I prayed to my God,

He made me confess.

To release the pain and suffering that caused me to walk.

Turn into a confession that

Caused me to talk.

Once my words began to spread,

My meaning was heard.

I knew I was guided to teach

His heavenly word.

From that day on,

I voice my pain.

Never to hold it inside me again.

Amen

For many years you lived by my side comforting me with love.

A soft touch with the morning light was

all missed when you were called above.

As time hangs heavy on my hands,

one year has passed me by.

The sorrow lingers deep within,

a smile disguised my cry.

I celebrate the love we shared on

this beautiful anniversary day.

I summons your spirit to be with me and dance the night away.

Did you know that if you spray at a fly in the front by his head that he will fall and die because they do not know how to fly backwards?

Wearing tight jeans help you keep your legs and buttocks tight.

Winter is near, we can soon say goodbye to these sweltering nights and summer days.

Let's fix this country of all that went wrong.

Let's have our sad bird singing a new song.

Let's lift the hopes of all our children and elders.

Let's create a comfort where

The system has failed us.

We are as one.

Since Nostalgia is a longing for something that has already happened. It's a linger which is way more dangerous than anger to me because anger is a direct hit that is usually settled once they see some impact. Nostalgia on the other hand, is a linger from time that has passed to be the same as it was then but holds hope of change once you revisit the situation.

Her name is Janky

She is a middle school kid that lives with her grandmother.

Janky wears her favorite pink shirt when she hangs with her friends.

She wears light blue Levi jeans with the knees out. She wears blue converse sneakers and a blue Yankees hat with a ponytail hanging out back. She hangs with one other girl and three boys. Yes, she's a tomboy.

The name Janky came from her auntie. When she was small, people would try to pick her up, she would rudely jank back. Thus, leaving her with the name Janky.

Okay to forgive is divine.

So say the sunshine.

Or over a nice glass of wine.

You said you love me forever .

Then you cheated with whomever.

Yet you want to stay together.

With God's will it will be his way.

So I will forgive you today.

But it don't guarantee that I'll stay.

I'm more than just picture on a wall.

You should've thought of me before the bathroom stall.

I do forgive you but. . .

The relationship will fall.

I deserve better.

What I am about to say,

I mean no harm.

It became serious to me

When she stabbed me in the arm.

I always thought that mental

Was just being mean.

Until the day,

The grass wasn't green.

The sky wasn't blue

But it all seems red.

An argument started on

Every word that I said.

I leave the room

My narcissist followed.

I was screamed at so much

Til my head seemed hollow.

I grabbed my keys

And headed for the door.

I heard a thump and shatter

As my picture hit the floor.

I turned around and headed

Back to my room .

I got stabbed in the arm

By a broken broom.

Blood started gushing

I was about to faint.

Then she ran to me

Talking like a saint.

Was that not you that

Went off on me?

Is this blood or Kool aid

That I see?

She rushed me to the hospital

Cool and calm.

She lied about how

She hurt my arm.

Mental health is so serious

We surely don't have a clue.

How something so violent

Could end in "Baby, I love you."

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