Black Poetry : Sorry I dont come home

[soulful2006]

I dont stop by
And I dont say I love you
I dont see you anymore
and its because I'm scared
the doctor told me
at 19 and
what i used to think full of life and health
Cancer may be about to clock me out
I'm too young for such a sickness
I want to live and love and
I dont know but
I dont come around because
I dont want to die now
Or hurt right now
I just want to live
I'm sorry
I was thinking yesterday
I might want to join the army
Go active and see the world
and this disease may take it all away from me
and all I can say is sorry
Sorry I dont come home because the truth of the matter
is one of these days if I have this thing and I can't beat this thing
I just wont come home

All truth I might have cancer y'all

 

[Desert Storm]

With all truth

I plead the blood
over every cancer in your body

And I pray heavenly Father
Will touch you from the

Crown of your head
To the souls of your feet

I pray that are areas
Specific
With cancer will line up

With the will of God.

And I decree it this day forth

That no weapon formed against you shall prosper

You are more than a conquerer

Through Christ Jesus Our Lord!

Be blessed today in the presence of the Lord!

Sincerely,

Desert Storm

 

[soulful2006]

In every way that it matters I can smile about this even if it means I don't have the days I thought I had yesterday.

 

[Destee]

I dont stop by
And I dont say I love you
I dont see you anymore
and its because I'm scared
the doctor told me
at 19 and
what i used to think full of life and health
Cancer may be about to clock me out
I'm too young for such a sickness
I want to live and love and
I dont know but
I dont come around because
I dont want to die now
Or hurt right now
I just want to live
I'm sorry
I was thinking yesterday
I might want to join the army
Go active and see the world
and this disease may take it all away from me
and all I can say is sorry
Sorry I dont come home because the truth of the matter
is one of these days if I have this thing and I can't beat this thing
I just wont come home

All truth I might have cancer y'all

In every way that it matters I can smile about this even if it means I don't have the days I thought I had yesterday.

Our Dear Beloved Sister Soulful ... ... Bless Your Sweet Darling Heart ...

Yesss you are a Baby ... a BEAUTIFUL BABY at that, might i add!!!

I'm sorry to read the above, but don't you be claiming it as your own Sister!

Let the doctors do what they do, but you keep believing that life is yours!

It is yours you know ... for you are here right now with us, and that's all we're promised, right now.

Tomorrow may find me, and a whole bunch of other folk gone on, and you'll still be here!

Keep living your BEAUTIFUL wonderful life ... don't stop ... don't ever stop!

Keep Looking Up Pretty Black Girl ... ... (that's what i'd say to my baby) ... i even bought the domain name ... prettyblackgirl.com ... with Pretty Black Babies just like you in mind! ... But Yes Yes Yes ... Keep Looking Up, Remain Forever Encouraged ... especially when it's hard to do!

Stay Strong!

Don't be staying away either! Talk'n 'bout you sorry, you better get on home to us moe regular!

Love You Sister!



Destee

 

[watzinaname]

I can feel the strength in you, amidst the fear and the uncertainty. It's that strength that brought you back to this poetry forum, the strength that allowed you to write this poem, and the strength that empowered you to click submit.
I've read much of your poetry, and your pen showcases your talent, and shows what a bright and shining star you are. I pray that all goes well with your health. Please keep communicating with us. Welcome back home.