Never Easy

It's getting harder and harder to let you go
I wish that I could just erase you from my mind
But clearly, that is not going to happen
I would love to move on
Yet maybe the reason I cannot
Is because I never fully opened up about how I feel
Who likes to talk about feelings?
Who loves to admit they fell for the personality, but not the person
I fell for your smile, and a few other nice things about you
But you, as a person, did not deserve me
And I wish I had been smart enough to see that in the start
But guys like to charm
But I got older charm stopped being enough, I need more than the smile and lines
I need a shoulder to cry on, a hug to keep me warm
I need arms to protect me from harm
And a mind that will challenge me positively
And a mouth that will only fill my world with positive words
It has not been easy letting you go, yet it has been over a year since I last saw you
How does a person move on? How do I let you go?
Life is too short to end up never having the best
Don't I deserve the best?
My father thinks so, but you haven't gotten to that conclusion yet, so I am saying goodbye
One and for all

Signed:
The Silent Poet

How Do U Think I Feel?

It makes me sick when you blow smoke in my face
I sputter to utter the words, "please, blow the other way"
Yet I am suffocated by the fact that my lungs are being polluted by the disgust of your bad habits
Why should I have to suffer
If you learned that your habit can kill not just yourself, but others around you
I am sure you would do it less, or go farther away
If you knew that your habit caused cancer
Oh wait...You know, yet you still blow away, in other people's faces

I know it's not on purpose
But when you walk past me, and I just happen to get that last flow of smoke
I gag, and wonder, "did she see me"
I will just pretend you did not see me and keep going
For I now you do not mean to harm me
But you do know that you are harming yourself
And when you release the smoke that you inhale around me
My lungs are filled with the nasty air that you have become addicted to
This does not mean I do not love you or wish you well
But it means I wish you knew how hard it is to breathe sometimes
When you are busy taking my breathe away
It should be romantic, but that is not what this seems to be
So the next time you light up, and see me walking
Just please remember that you are not the only one who occupies the sidewalk.

Signed:
The Silent Poet

Phil 4:13

They tried to break her
They beat her, slapped her, poked her, stabbed her with insults
But she kept getting back up
It was as if she was asking for more
They pushed her down
burned her with cigarettes, and threw trash in her face
Kicked her around
She could not understand why she deserved such torture
She could not understand why people were so cruel
They had taken her wallet, stolen her money, her cards, her identity
And by the time they were done
She was not recognizable
Yet somehow, despite the pain she felt in her legs, her arms, and her back
Despite the pain in her face, her body aching and trembling
Shaking with fear, and shaking with the thought, can I handle another swing Lord?
She found a way to rise again
It scared her enemies, they thought she was done
They thought they could tear apart the weak
But because she knew God was watching over her
She knew he would protect her regardless of how torn apart she was
She slowly got up, one step at a time
Baby steps, because when you have been beaten so bad, hurt so bad, and you think your time has come
God pulls you up because he knows that you trust him
She got up, stood to her feet, and spoke gently to her enemies
"He never fails"


Signed:
The Silent Poet

TheOtherWoman

She became the woman she feared
It happened so fast she didn't have time to stop, breathe, and analyze what to do next
Where to go next
How to feel, how to process
All she could think about was
How did she get here?
She remembered leaving her house
She knew she would stop by a friends house
"Just for a little bit" She said to herself
She had other plans besides this trip to see a friend
She never thought she would become the woman she feared
She always had her head on straight
Made the right choices
She knew how to stand on her own two feet
Yet...She found herself knocking on his door
Hoping he would answe
"Do not make me stand out here like a fool ya boy" She muttered under her breathe
She peaked in the house to see if a light was on
"Am I stupid for coming here?' She looked to the sky for anwers
"God, please show me a sign that I am not becoming her, the woman I fear
With no answer from the door, she left to head home...
Praying to God that she had no done the wrong thing
It is becoming too easy to turn into the woman we promise ourselves we will not become
It is not for attention, or company
I just want to get to know him
See where things go
But that is where things get tricky
We do not always get what we ask for
And God knows how to teach us a lesson, even when we are not aware
So do yourself a favor, and pay attention to where the road takes you
For the one second you take your eyes off the road, is the second you wish you had kept your head up, And not down


Signed:
TheSilentPoet

Stop

Stop being gentle, kind...No!
Do you know how hard it is to keep away when you smell soo good?
In my mind, I know I have to tell you
But the words do not seem to know where to come out from
I'v been meaning to tell you for a few days now..
But I was so wrapped up in your smell, your charm
Forgetting where this will lead
"Let's just have fun" are words that will only create a path of destruction
Pleasem beautiful, strong woman, stay on your two feet
Do not let him knock you down
He knows how he makes a woman feel
We keep coming, does not matter where we are from
He can sense what he does, that is his ammunition
No, see, that is the problem
This fineness, your scent, how you speak...
As good as it feels, as nice as it sounds,
It has to end
As a woman, it is my job to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves
Fall for a man because of his swag
He may charm you with his words
Make you weak with his touch
Treat you nice
Until you give him what he wants
And than in the end
He does what he does best
Shows you to the door, and watches you leave
Knowing you will be back
No matter what you say, something pulls you back
But be the change, and tell him what's up
It isn't always about having fun

Signed:
TheSilentPoet

Think Before You Act

I was excited at the thought of spending time with you
But what I forgot to check at the door when I walked in
Were my motives, and my emotions
We both knew what might happen, you can call it denial
I know it was wrong
But it felt sooooooo damngood
How can someone make you feel so amazing
For the wrong reasons?
I claim fault in my actions
I knew, yet I proceeded
We had some good talk, but my choices made me see
That sometimes having fun
Can cost you more than you think
So I beg you to think before you act
Think before you speak
And make sure you know who is worth your time
Make sure he knows how lucky he is
And if not
Drop him because he's not

Signed:
The Silent Poet

Regret: Part 2

I never thought I would find my self here
Feeling like this
Wanting like this
Wanting you the way I did
Forgetting that my wants and needs are not the same thing
What I felt, was more of my body telling me one thing
While my mind told me something else
Think before you act
Do I not know any better?
But I do, yet
The rope pulls me one way, while you pull me another
I now wake up, understanding
That what I do, reflects on others
It is not just about me
It is bigger than us
Though being around you may make me smile, quiver, and sigh
The feeling will only last so long
So I must say,
Goodbye


Signed:
The Silent Poet

UsedToWantToBeHer

I used to want to be like her
the tall, skinny white girl that every guy wanted
She was smart, everything and anything fit her
even if the color looked bad, she made it work
she was the popular girl
every girl wanted to be like her
and every guy wanted to have her
whether it was emotional or physical
it was her eyes, and how her hips moved
it was her lips, and how they moved when she spoke
Her legs, lean, long, and smooth
she had the perfect body
I used to want to be like her
But than I grew up, and realized just how great I really am

Signed:
The Silent Poet

I Wish

Maybe I am the only one that thinks and feels this way
But it is how you see me that I am beginning to be concerned
I ask, I plead, do not see me as the Angry Black Woman for I am more than that
I deserve to be called a woman with passion not a woman filled with anger
I deserve to be called a woman of strength, not a woman with a sour mouth
I deserve to be considered for any job, regardless of my sense of style
I deserve to be given a chance no matter what I believe in
Women are angry because they are disrespected
Women are angry because they are no longer considered worthy
If you are a man, ask yourself, how did you get into this world
And how often do you tell your mother and sisters you love them?
Women make choices, but they have to be practical
Women use their brains because they have to be smart
If they use their hearts, chances are they fall apart
That is how they become angry
When we are mistreated, and there is no apology
I wish that people saw us differently
As more than just a booty call
Will you please, stop provoking us,
The beautiful black women called your sisters, mothers, and aunts
I wish you knew what it was like to be a woman
Because maybe then you would understand
I wish
I wish that my wish comes true

Signed:
The Silent Poet

Fighting the Battle

Some days it is easier to give up
Some days it is hard to keep going
Most day's giving up is much easier, because it means less work
I wish the battle was not this hard
But life does not always go as we plan
There are hiccups, obstacles, hills to high to climb
But with the right support, and enough encouragement
We will make it through
I hope one day, you never give up on yourself
Everyone struggles, but what we need to do is support each other instead of hurt each other
When one is hurting, hold them up instead of pushing them down
Love and trust go a long way

Signed:
The Silent Poet

I Thought, I Think, I Hope

I thought I was a good person
I think I believe in love
I hope God has not given up on me

I thought I knew who I was
I think God hears me
I hope God hears me

I thought I knew what love was
I think love is real
I hope love comes for me

I though I was alone
I think you know how I feel
I hope you can help me

I thought, I knew it all
I think I can make it
I hope I make it through

I thought, my life would be different
I think I have figured it out
I hope God stay with me through it all

I thought  knew how to get there
I think it is time to give in
I hope it is not too late

I thought, "where is He?"
I think he heard my call
I hope he responds



Signed:
The Silent Poet

Sundays

So it's a rainy Sunday morning
My mood is glum and sleepy
I know I have a job to do
Let's make it work, do not get greedy
Go to church, read your bible, make sure you thank him too
Share your thoughts, share your feelings
And remember he does love you too

Happy Sunday Ya'll!!