Black Poetry : Grandma's Room

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  1. AfroBoricuaRoni

    AfroBoricuaRoni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    "Yo mutha ain't comin' tuh get chu"
    "But she said..."
    After I hung up with whom I often reached my hand up to
    I'd grab my teddy bear backpack
    And sit on the steps
    It got darker and darker
    And I kept looking and looking
    To the right of me
    But the white Dodge Spirit never drove up
    I would even glance to the left of me
    Just to see if maybe she parked on the other block
    and come from that way
    But she never came
    "Yo she always got dat lil' teddy bear bag erry time I see 'er"
    Cuz I always want to leave North Philly
    I'm packed and ready to go home
    But...
    "Yo mutha ain't comin' tuh get chu"
    I know
    I just didn't want to know
    Didn't want to let go of a high hope
    That maybe this time was different
    That maybe she would come my direction
    Smiling
    And with open arms to recieve me
    Maybe this time she'll say,
    "Come on, let's go home."
    But she didn't
    She didn't come...again
    So me and my lil' teddy bear backpack
    go back to 4244
    With watery eyes
    Scope the scenary I hated to see
    And the second-hand smoke I hated to smell
    And feel the heat from the kitchen oven that warmed my face and small hands
    Then look back down
    Quickly walk up the stairs and down the hall
    Into Grandma's room
    So they won't see me crying
    I just wanted to go home
    But...
    "Yo mutha ain't comin' tuh get chu"
    I know...
    I know.

    -Roni :heart:
     
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    angelicsage Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this was so vivid...and touching
    how many of us can reflect on that feeling
    as a child, being in a place that is not
    home to you...waiting to hear the voice,
    the knock, the doorbell...sitting at the window
    or on the steps...faithfully waiting
    while those famous words crush the childs spirit...

    there's nothing more painful than to look through
    the eyes of a childs pain...

    and I did this as a read this piece...

    although sad this was an excellent piece...
     
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    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    the poem tells a story of so many childern that live this pain all so try..
    this was posed very well...but also sad...much love to you on this...:angel1:
     
  4. AfroBoricuaRoni

    AfroBoricuaRoni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thanks

    Thank you guys for liking my poem. I was just glad that I could finally put into words what used to go on for so long and was too young to know how to handle it. Thanks again :)

    Roni :heart:
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    u open mental minds this was awesome read
    tyte scribe mo mo mo !!!!
     
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