Angel

Me: a 21 year old heartbroken mess looking to drowned my sorrows.

Chasing a buzz that I already found hours earlier.

Alone in a bathroom with a door that didn't lock.

At a "party" that wasn't a party at all.

Brought by a friend who was chasing a different kind of buzz.



Not alone for long because soon he was there.

Angel: a stranger who didn't speak my language.

A stranger who seemed interested in my friend earlier at the bar, now definitely interested in me.

Armed with the only defense I could physically achieve.

The word "NO".

No matter how many times I used this word he did not stop.

"No" is the same in Spanish and English and no means no right?

"No" did not protect me from this Angel who was no angel at all.



So embarrassed, so ashamed.

It was my Fault. I was a drunk slut. I shouldn't have been there.

Shouldn't have drank so much.

Should have been able to get him off.

Did not tell a soul that he implanted his seed there in that bathroom to grow inside of me.




Could not hide the real angel.

Born nine months later. My baby, my son. 8lbs 12oz.

He is truly mine. No name on the father section of his birth certificate.

No child support. No daddy of his own.



I am known as the girl who doesn't know who her baby's father is.

The slut or the whore who had a one night stand with a stranger.


Angel is a criminal with a son he will never meet.

A son who looks just like me, a person Angel probably doesn't even remember.


Authors note: 'Darkness is the path to light'

Super Man

It’s been a while since love has knocked at my door.

Didn’t know I had it in me to love anymore.

As a middle child always felt alone.

Pregnant at 19 not realizing I would have to do it all on my own.

Thought he loved me for sure.

Now all alone I raise our daughter.



Then Super Man came along.

Handsome and smart.

Told me I was the one and that was the start.

To the breaking, and beating, and taking my things.

To my daughter witnessing the horrible sting.



To get away to leave impossible to do.

“No matter where you go I will find you.”

His persistence not one to test.

As he lay in my bed my name tattooed on his chest.



Now pregnant again carrying his seed.

Another little girl to witness what she doesn’t need.

Next time he comes at me I’ll beat him I know it.

Unless he kills me this time.

Then you will have to hear my story from the writing of another poet.

A Child's Cry

The oldest of five, so here I am.
Always home looking after them.

Why on me do they depend?
Why can't I play with my friends?

I just want to sing and twirl.
Always worried I'm just a little girl.

The stressfulness I shouldn't feel.
Is my life a dream this can't be real?

To be evicted I'm so afraid,
because the bills remain unpaid.

For discipline I only know how to hit.
I shouldn't have to put up with this.

Cooking, cleaning and washing their cloths.
I'm only twelve but this is the way my life goes.

Burned by boiling water for mac and cheese.
Mom's not home somebody help me please.

Either no food, no gas or no light.
The mice and roaches always in sight.

My mom I no longer respect,
because my life is full of neglect.

How can you have me raising your kids
and then try to scold for the things Ive did?

What ever mom leave me alone.
You don't know anything your never home.

Our father dead yeah pretty sad.
Guess I'm the fill in for my dad.

Just Don't Be Surprised

Just don't be surprised when I don't come home.
Just don't be surprised when you end up alone.
Just don't be surprised when he's sitting on your thrown.
Just don't be surprised when he treats your kids like his own.

Just don't be surprised when he is actually responding to my texts.
Just don't be surprised that I'm on to the next.
Just don't be surprised that I'm finally getting rest.
Just don't be surprised that your no longer the best.

Just don't be surprised when he is buying me gifts.
Just don't be surprised when I start taking trips.
Just don't be surprised when there's finally kisses on these lips.
Just don't be surprised when I'm actually being noticed.

Freedom of a Widow

Met an older man at age fifteen.
By his side for twelve years and no one else in between.
Abused all her life.
He felt like home.
No way to leave and nowhere to go.
A 22 millimeter would set her free only if heaven was where she wanted to be.



Depressed and strung out no longer a lover.
He decided he was done for one reason or another.
He wanted a break for forever and a day.
Must have thought death was the only way.



So to his car he went.
Carbon monoxide pouring in from the vent.
Fast asleep his soul drifted away.
Without leaving a note.
Had nothing to say.


Left her with four daughters to clothe and to feed.
Alone and scared not knowing they were all she would need.
Went from having 2 choices a prisoner of love or an angel above.
The light at the end of the tunnel she never thought of.



Now a great influence like no other.
She is my hero.
She is my mother.

Corrupt

A future mother without her own home.
No high school diploma, no car of her own.
Her conscience kicked in now with a voice.
In her mind she had no other choice.
To take life into her hands is what she must do.
First step has got to be school.
An education she achieved.
A better job too.
But was making more money the right thing to do?
Starting to doubt her life as other mothers enjoy the free ride.
Unemployed with no shame and nothing to hide.
Food stamps, free child care, Free Health Care and more.
What was she busting her butt for?
So broke so stressed every last dollar is gone.
Thinking to herself “what did I do wrong?"
Welfare moms raising their own kids and keeping them safe from danger.
While she is working for her kids to be watched by stranger.
Over the income limit for everything she does not qualify.
Why spread your wings if you’re not able to fly?
Deductibles and co pays along with the rent.
While others collect all the tax payer’s money is spent.
She thinks to herself what is this Government coming to?
When the poor are living better then you?
She doesn’t know and really does not care.
Sadly she will be joining the club with the mothers who are on welfare.