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| Welcome to the poetry page..Here you will find poems that will inspire, poems that may make you cry or possible angry. Some you may relate to and others you may not. On occasion you may find a song that myself or someone else has submitted that means something to that person or possibly a short story. If you would like to submit something to the page please feel free to email it to me and I will post it. And remember, the work you find here is copyright of the author. If you would like to use something please contact the author directly. Thanks ~ Raven |
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| Still I Rise ~ Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I got gold mines Diggin in my own back yard You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness But still, like air, I'll rise Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a suprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear the tide Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wonderously clear I rise Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave I rise I rise I rise.. |
| Ode to all Deadbeat Dads ~ Lylabug *This poem is my way of expressing to you (and you know who you are), why, in my opinion you are all LOSERS!!!* You are losers because.... You will miss their first smiles; smiles we Mothers are blessed with each time they look upon us, with the eyes of innocents who know they can trust in us to always be there. You will miss their first big accomplishments, their final triumphs and every one of their small victories along the way. You will miss the proud feelings of seeing them in their first school plays, church concerts and at their high school graduations. You will miss the heartaches of first loves lost and of coming of age; the tears, the tantrums and youthful rage. You will miss your daughter's wedding day and the bittersweet joy of giving her away. You will not be there to take your son to football games or to teach him to swim; or, when he takes his bride, to stand up for him. You will not see them grow to be strong and good; to rejoice with them as they enter into parenthood. You will miss all of this because you are all off, wherever you are, living your selfish lives, oblivious to the needs of your children; like the losers you are! But hey! Don't worry or wonder about them. "Yeah, like you would anyway." You see we Mothers have taken up your slack through every moment, in every way. YOUR LOSS!!! |
| The following is a letter from Lylabug; Hey Ladies, I wrote this poem as a way of expressing my anger and frustration at the way some men, (not all), just bail on their kids and leave the moms to cope, struggle, and try and sompensate for the missing father in their children's lives. These guys have no damn clue what it takes to raise a child on your own and hope you're doing an ok job of it. They have no clue what it feels like to be constantly second guessing yourself and wondering if you are a good mom. The have no idea how humiliating it is to have to apply for social assistance or go to a food bank to feed their kids, or in some cases, (like mine), to have to ignore your own principles and do something drastic like strip to make ends meet while you go to schoo full time and keep the house, kids, car etc together all at the same time. The social stigmas that single mothers have to deal with are demeaning enough. I have to say, it bites my ass when these same men then have the nerve to turn around and put us down even further by criticizing the way we raise "their children!" Give me a freaking break!! IMO, once you hit the door and bail on your responsibilities, your right to criticize is null and void! The way I look at it, if my ex wants to put me down for dancing, "go nuts", at least I can say I was willing to sacrifice anything for my kids, even a small part of my dignity if that's what it took to make sure they had everything they needed. He will never be able to make that claim, or any other for that matter. I used to let his snide remarks and hurtful criticizims hurt me, now I just plain don't give a fuck what he thinks. "I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR!!" So.....for all you single moms out there that are struggling to survive, financially, emotionally and spiritually, "Keep the faith". You're not alone and if we stick together and support each other, we all benefit, and more importantly, our children benefit. Stay true, take care of you and yours. Lylabug P.S I hold a copyright for this poem but anyone who would like to 'borrow' it is welcome to as long as you give me my dues if it's used on a webpage just by making sure you sign my name to it. Thankx |
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