A good hour.
‘ feeling on edge, maybe cos I’m human.
Why don’t they lay off me.? Give me a break, I inked my pain on paper. I can feel my pulse racing, My stress levels are sky-high, My journey has been traumatic, I’m a magnet to depraved men, Even, at five years old I knew blood couldn’t be trusted, I’ve struggled all my life, I’m […]
The woman in front of me,
Didn’t have enough money to pay for her groceries,
She frantically looked in her purse,
It was quite distressing to see,
She had more problems than me.
I saw people sleeping in shop doorways
A wheelchair user told me,
She had multiple sclerosis depression, and psychosis,
It was so sad to see,
She had more struggles than me.
A man with special needs sits looking forlorn,
He was non-verbal and vulnerable,
At least my problems aren’t permanent,
I can stand up to the establishment,
It was quite plain to see,
He had more issues than me.
I saw a funeral cortege driving by,
It saddens me to see people cry,
They were overwhelmed with grief,
I saw Large white wreath,
Written to mum,
We are sorry you have gone,
It was plain to see,
They had much more pain than me.Dorothy Maude.
Every day should be mother’s day. I have never considered myself to be the best mum, but I like to think I’m far from the worse. Every child loves their mother differently. I didn’t know mine but I thought about her constantly. It’s weird thinking about someone you don’t know. My grandmother raised me, I called her mama. She was a remarkable woman. She taught me self-love, respect, to forgive, to pray also pride, and honesty. She would read me inspirational stories uncle Tom’s cabin, Gladys Aylward and The catcher in Rye by TD Salinger, and many more. Throughout it all, she not only showed me kindness and understanding but also patience and empathy. She provided me with a lifeboat for the stormy seas and good walking shoes for the tough journeys. I think about my birth mother too. But today is for the woman who shaped me. A very happy mothers day sweet Mama. xx By Do
Just let me direct the extermination of my former life,
I don’t want to be labeled a misfit,
I am tired of living with guilt and regret,
Struggling to climb out of the cess-pit of life,
The life I’m trapped in killed my ambitions.
Death has no music or heartbeat,
Listen to the orchestra play the death march,
Doubt is trying to enter my mind,
The first whisper is your soul speaking,
I’m a grown woman yet, I’ve never lived a moment of my life,
I don’t know who I am anymore.
No one is heeding the warnings of the prophets,
Does God hear our desperate prayers,
Praying to a God I can’t see,
But I feel the power of the holy spirit
Overwhelming me.
I came face to face with the superior race,
Communication has gone beyond words, time and space,
Corruption and injustice has become a way of life,
Thoughtfulness and truefulness reigns.
Battles can not hijack the framework of the upcoming,
Sheltering from the shelling and bombing,
Humans killing each other, brother against brother,
Paralyzed by fear,
Finger on the trigger and the nuclear button,
The world ends and we are forgoton,
Burying our love ones in mass graves;
Whilst listening to calming waves,
Sisters and brothers on their final journey,
Let us not die from ignorance,
Instead, let us grow wings,
And fly high. Dorothy Maude my life.
I was just eighteen months old,
When my teenage mama left me asleep in my crib,
I woke up soon after she left,
I found a bottle of warm milk,
I drank until my belly was bloated.
I peered through the bars of my crib,
I called out for my mama,
I started to cry,
Although I’m very young,
I can sense fear,
I cried for my mama,
I’m now filled with despair.
I banged on the bars of my crib,
I tugged at my nightie and bib,
My face pressed against the top of my crib,
I started to weep,
I want my mama so much,
Her smooth soft skin,
And her gentle touch.
My uncles came and peered in my crib,
My aunties came too,
The gardener came and stared at me,
And so did our neighbour,
She said, “sweet baby girl please somebody save her.”
My grandmother came,
And picked me up,
She carried me outside,
We sat in the mid-day sun,
She said “hush now little one”
“I’ll look after you from now on”,
With my spirit broken, my emotions raw,
My endless pain,
will I ever see my mama again,?
Sadness and tears,
Separated from my mama for twenty-three years.
My mama was’t charged with abandonment,
Her family weren’t charged with child abuse,
The teachers weren’t charged with cruelty,
The school said corporal punishment was legal,
The rapists weren’t charged,
The police said it was historical,
The social worker said there was no
documentation of child abuse,
It’s as if,
I did not exist,
All my files are lost,
I am forever lost too. By Dorothy Maude . my life.
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Do I have to spell it out,? Do you think you will escape Karma,?If that’s what you think than you’re deluded, you took my dignity and screwed it, You will certainly fall from a great height, Did you not think that I could fight, I will never be deafeated, it was you who cheated, you won’t get the better of me. By Dorothy Maude ,
For me, poetry is a form of expression. Expressing reality, which at times requires wisdom to explain perhaps. At times I feel I’m a blunder. Maybe I wasn’t part of the intention. Maybe I should have been aborted, smothered, or left under a rock. Is this the reason I have bad luck.?Unsuccessfully, aimlessly looking for a way out of this terrible journey, There are times I can see only dark clouds, but that was yesterday,I out ran the demon while you were scheming, Today the sun is shining, The bare spaces are brimming with promises, Passion drives me wild, I like holding hands, I’m not into one night stands. My spirit sometimes loses the limelight, Maybe I wasn’t meant to be, But I survived, I made it to the top, fertilizing that egg. Don’t ever look at me with scorn. Remember I am your firstborn. BYy Dorothy Maude. my life.
Dear Mackenzie. I hope you are okay. I’m fine. hope you had a nice valentine’s day. I expect you will be on your spring half term next week. It’s Elizabeth’s birthday today. I remember us waiting at the hospital for her to arrive. I hope you had a nice valentine’s day. we must love and respect ourselves every day. I think about you quite a lot. I have forgiven you, put it behind me, hope you can too. sending you love from nan and Jip japs. xxx
Dear Oakley.
Hope you are well, I am ok so is japs. It’s your cousin Elizabeth’s birthday today. Do you remember waiting at the hospital for her to arrive, it was so wonderful when we saw her for the first time. Did you have a nice valentine’s day.? I got some flowers and a handmade card.It would be nice if we all could love each other every day. I think about you all the time, I know you think about me too. I am not at all angry with you, infact I am proud of you for telling the truth,from the bottom of my heart thank you. loads of love from nan.xxx
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