Domestic Violence
This month is dedicated to not only Breast Cancer Awareness but also to Domestic Violence. There are so many young girls being hit and beaten by young guys. Violence begets violence. So these young men have really seen alot of pain, abuse and hurt otherwise why are they striking out and hurting these girls they claim to love.
When I was working in my hometown with teenagers I used to write poems and recite them after our group sessions. I pulled them out because recently my niece was involved in a domestic violent situation. More on that later.......
Why Do I?
I know that I could die,
When I don't take flight,
To get away from the person
Who hit, slapped and kicked me.
You don't love me.
If you did, you wouldn’t hurt me!
So why do I take this pain?
When it’s you,
I no longer want to gain.
A Long Time Ago
I stopped loving you a long time ago;
The first time you knocked me on the floor.
You may think that you are all that,
But this time baby,
I'm not taking you back!
Showing posts with label young love. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
My Brother
Periodically this month I will write about some events in my life that to a teenager was traumatic. I will share with you why I love my brothers so much.
When I was in the 10th grade I fell in love with a 12th grader. At that age, I thought it was love but it was a major crush. As I lay in bed crying, my brother who is some years older than I, came into my room to see why I was crying. I told him that Bernard wasn’t noticing me and that I really liked him. He told me to stop crying because I was pretty and that when I was older, Bernard would eventually come around and when he does, you will not want him. As I laid in that bed crying I could not imagine this young man wanting me and me not reciprocating. But as my brother said, he did.
During the summer of my high school graduation, as summer was ending, and I was about to go to college, I went to an end of the summer outdoor gala. Bernard was there looking good as ever. That night I could not lose him. He hounded me all-night and begged for my number. Even though he was fine, handsome and sexy, the thrill was gone.
What I remember most about that night are the words my brother said to me while I lay on the bed crying, “one day he’ll want you and you won’t give him the time of day.” Imagine how my heart smiled that night.
I Love you Chester for taking time to make me feel special and for letting me know that I was still beautiful, even if Bernard didn’t want me when I was almost 16 years-old.
When I was in the 10th grade I fell in love with a 12th grader. At that age, I thought it was love but it was a major crush. As I lay in bed crying, my brother who is some years older than I, came into my room to see why I was crying. I told him that Bernard wasn’t noticing me and that I really liked him. He told me to stop crying because I was pretty and that when I was older, Bernard would eventually come around and when he does, you will not want him. As I laid in that bed crying I could not imagine this young man wanting me and me not reciprocating. But as my brother said, he did.
During the summer of my high school graduation, as summer was ending, and I was about to go to college, I went to an end of the summer outdoor gala. Bernard was there looking good as ever. That night I could not lose him. He hounded me all-night and begged for my number. Even though he was fine, handsome and sexy, the thrill was gone.
What I remember most about that night are the words my brother said to me while I lay on the bed crying, “one day he’ll want you and you won’t give him the time of day.” Imagine how my heart smiled that night.
I Love you Chester for taking time to make me feel special and for letting me know that I was still beautiful, even if Bernard didn’t want me when I was almost 16 years-old.
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