Black Poetry : She Didn't Always...

watzinaname

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She didn't always

She didn't always talk to herself
Mumbling non sequitors
Talking out of her head,
my head, and yours
She didn't always

She didn't always laugh at the sky
Giving a hootin hollerin cry
Cackling maniacally
Presenting a carnival to all who walk by
She didn't always

People say she's crazy
And maybe her reality isn't present like before
Could be this is just how she copes
Ever since she just couldn't take it any more
But she didn't always act this way

What was it, what was that final straw?
Was it becoming homeless, no address to call her own?
Or even before she lost her home, did she feel misunderstood?
Was she harshly ridiculed? Did she feel all alone?

At some point in her life, she was
just another sister, living day to day
she had a job, a social circle, a family
And somehow, that was all taken away
Or maybe she just misplaced it
Hard to say

Gee, was she bubbly and talkative
or reserved and shy?
Was she good with numbers, a bookworm, a writer,
a painter? What happened? Can't help but wonder, why...

There's still hope for her
Her sparkle hasn't yet died
With a shatterproof will she'll redeem herself
Regaining the essence she has hidden inside

Though I've only seen her once
I'm hoping next time I see her she'll be
An even better version of herself, than before
blessed with peace and vitality
And upon seeing her next time
I'll say...
No, she wasn't always this way
But thank God, she's this way
Today...
 
sometimes it's a long road back

to what one deems as "real"

but was it "real" from the get go

hmmmmm?

yes and hopefully she regain the control and form she once possessed
 
watzinaname said:
She didn't always

She didn't always talk to herself
Mumbling non sequitors
Talking out of her head,
my head, and yours
She didn't always

She didn't always laugh at the sky
Giving a hootin hollerin cry
Cackling maniacally
Presenting a carnival to all who walk by
She didn't always

People say she's crazy
And maybe her reality isn't present like before
Could be this is just how she copes
Ever since she just couldn't take it any more
But she didn't always act this way

What was it, what was that final straw?
Was it becoming homeless, no address to call her own?
Or even before she lost her home, did she feel misunderstood?
Was she harshly ridiculed? Did she feel all alone?

At some point in her life, she was
just another sister, living day to day
she had a job, a social circle, a family
And somehow, that was all taken away
Or maybe she just misplaced it
Hard to say

Gee, was she bubbly and talkative
or reserved and shy?
Was she good with numbers, a bookworm, a writer,
a painter? What happened? Can't help but wonder, why...

There's still hope for her
Her sparkle hasn't yet died
With a shatterproof will she'll redeem herself
Regaining the essence she has hidden inside

Though I've only seen her once
I'm hoping next time I see her she'll be
An even better version of herself, than before
blessed with peace and vitality
And upon seeing her next time
I'll say...
No, she wasn't always this way
But thank God, she's this way
Today...

In her I see...
Somebody's good friend,
Somebody's spouse,
Somebody's mother,
and without a doubt...
:spinstar: Somebody's Child! :spinstar:

You are so right,
"She wasn't always"
:spinstar:
Awesomely warm and touching piece,
If this piece cause
just one person to stop and
smile :SuN040: at a lost soul,
then a miracle will be starting
 

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