Poems of Life by Melody Dupree (7 ebook reader TXT) 📕

a sleepless night.

The right to equal pay did not come in a day.

The right to choose how we live was not easy to give.

The right to equality in the workplace was taken pace by pace.

The strength to fight for equality is burning.

It is worth discerning.

We have the right to fight.

Our story has come full circle.

Now it is time to close.

We have tasted equality.

It is strong in the city.

Who I am

 

Everyday I hide behind a smile.
Why can't they see it's fake?
They can't see my denial.
They never see my pain.
It makes me ashamed.

 

Everyday I hide behind a laugh.
Why can't they see it's fake?
I smile and joke,
but inside I want to choke.
To me life is a joke.

 

Everyday I hide behind a mask.
Why can't they see it's fake?
I guess they never want to ask?
My heart hurts so much.
It makes me ashamed.

 

I hide behind smiles, laughs, and masks.
They will never be able to see the extent that my shields go to.
My life will be over before they can even get to read this.
I never wanted to hurt my family or my friends.
But it just isn't my life that I am living.

 

I feel another inside.
Who it is I don't know.
I am slowly finding myself.
Soon I will have bridged the GREAT DIVIDE.

One Day, One Night

 One day one night I will walk among the stars.

One day one night I will rise above the challenges by far.

One day one night I will drive the priciest cars.

One day one night my most enticing dreams will come true.

One day one night I will be with you.

One day one night I will love you too.

One day one night will be the most exciting night of my life.

One day one night I will be your wife.

One day one night there will be no strife.

One day one night we will share a dream.

One day one night we will work as a team.

One day one night I will be on the verge of tears.

One day one night you will be nothing but a dear.

One day one night I will be missing you.

One day one night to you I will always be true.

One day one night I will walk among the stars.

Concrete Angels

I stand in the place that I never wanted to be in.

It is shaded and I stand over a double grave.

My husband to one side and a family friend to the other.

Our daughter and his son both gone too soon.

Robbed of life.

They stand as Concrete Angels.

A testament to the needless violence that plagues our children’s lives.

Severed brake lines.

An uncontrollable speed.

A guardrail unseen.

An incline lined by trees.

The creator of our Concrete Angels.

A crash hard enough to destroy the car.

A fireball of flames.

Only identifiers are a license plate and dental records.

A group of friends in tears.

Classmates and family members in disbelief.

In shock of the news.

That they are now Concrete Angels.

A week-long memorial.

One at school as friends and classmates mourn.

One with family as we mourn the days they were born.

One at a football game to mourn a player lost.

One at the scene of the accident.

One at a funeral parlor the day before the funeral.

A day to say goodbye as two caskets are lowered.

A day one year later to erect the statue of……

Two Concrete Angels.

Hope Lost

 

A crowded store.

A lonely girl.

She waits for her love.

The minute’s pass slowly.

As it reaches an hour she begins to give up hope.

Yet still she waits.

Another half an hour passes.

She begins to wonder.

Are his motives true?

Still she stays in her seat.

A silent prayer.

She tires of waiting.

She gets to her feet.

As she leaves the crowded store she sees the true reason.

A few stores down.

He walks out with another.

He sees her.

Eyes widen.

He goes to speak.

She turns and runs.

Tears fall.

She drops to her knees.

Her heart slowly breaks.

Her phone rings.

It’s him.

She sends it to voicemail.

Pictures destroyed.

Many gifts trashed.

Things packed up.

Car loaded down with her things.

In the rear-view mirror, she sees him.

He has tears falling down his face.

But she waited for him too long.

Now he has lost her.

He caused her pain.

Now she doesn’t have to wait.

The Promise

 

A promise made to come home.

She remembers it clearly.

But she knew there had been no guarantee.

She knew the risks.

Her father had been the same.

A knock on the door.

A solemn look.

A quiet word of regret.

A notification of when the body will arrive.

The beginning of the tears she will cry.

Arrangements being made.

Calls made to family members.

No chance to remember.

No chance to tell him.

A child that will grow up without a father.

Twenty-one-gun salute.

The folding of the flag.

The transfer of the flag and dog tags.

Her hands grip the folded flag tightly.

Her hands have the imprint from the tags.

Her vision blurs.

Her knees give out.

She collapses in tears by the grave.

Her heart wrenching sobs echo through the quiet cemetery.

Despite the promise, he will never come home.

The days of mourning will be ones she won’t forget.

But neither will the days of happiness.

She will never forget him.

She can’t forget him.

Her child, her son is a piece of him.

He will always be in her heart.

That is one promise that he was able to keep

My Heart

A shot to my heart.

It was planned.

Your friends laugh at me.

I feel tears fill my eyes.

The day was five months before.

Now I became something to ignore.

My heart is shot to pieces.

A part of you that you won’t know.

A little boy that won’t have a father.

Your friends don’t know.

But my friends do.

Can’t you see the evil looks?

I spend my free time in the nurse’s office.

The hurt in my eyes.

You can see.

Was it worth it?

The pain in my heart.

A single parent home.

A child with no role model.

A shot to my heart.

That was planned.

But the child was not.

Now you don’t have a chance.

A year later.

A chance meeting.

A baby in my arms.

A look of recognition.

A glance at the baby.

You try to speak to me.

I keep you at bay.

An arm’s length away.

A look of hurt.

Flashes of pain.

Across your face.

But how can I care.

You aren’t worth my heart.

When you were.

I was hurt.

Left to fend for myself.

A little one to care for.

The one that I truly love.

The one that needs me.

A look thrown your way.

I turn away.

The wind blows my hair.

Behind me.

I hear a call.

My name is spoken.

But I don’t hear it.

The shot was taken.

And it cost me.

My heart.

 

Elijah

BANG. BANG.

Shots fired.

Tires squeal.

Sirens blare.

Family members scream.

Others stay silent in shock and horror.

Friends, classmates, teachers in mourning.

Here one day.

Gone the next.

Snatched from our lives.

Gone too soon.

Never to see you smile again.

You made us laugh.

You made us smile.

We cheered you on.

We knew you would go far.

"Cut the string,"

The fates say.

"You cut it too soon,"

We all scream.

Our time with you wasn't long enough.

"The grief fades with time,"

People say.

It never fades; it's just pushed to the back of our minds.

You made us laugh.

You made us smile.

We thought we still had a while.

Why was it you?

Was it supposed to end this way?

The smiles, the laughs?

Where are they now?

They are hidden behind tears

And broken hearts.

However we