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QuietStorm Of SpokenWord / Blog

I CRY

I CRY, BECAUSE, IT HAS BEEN 24 YRS SINCE MY SISTER….LAST ….BREATHED…..LIFE I KNOW SHE IS WITH THE FATHER “WHO ART IN HEAVEN”, BUT, I HEAR MY INNER VOICE CRY OUT, “WHY DID U HAVE TO LEAVE ME?”……I MISS U ALWAYZ….”SHORTCAKE” I CRY, AS I TRAVEL FROM POINT “A” ON MY WAY 2 POINT “B” I SEE WHAT LOOKS 2 BE AN ELDERLY WOMAN WITH BADLY SWOLLEN ANKLES, INVISIBLE “SOULS” ON HER PAST BEAT UP SHOES & TEETH THAT LOOKED LIKE SHE BRUSHED THEM WITH CHARCOAL WHILE SITTING UNDER A BRIDGE OF HOMELESSNESS I CRY, WHEN I SEE A CHILD WEARING CLOTHES 3 SIZES 2 SMALL, CHEECKS SUNKEN IN FROM LACK OF NOURISHMENT, & A FACE SO BATTERED, SO BRUISED, IT LOOKS AS IF HE JUST ESCAPED THE HOLOCOST I CRY, BECAUSE, IN THIS LAND OF EXCESS & GOVERNMENT WASTE, THERE ARE FAR TOO MANY SENIORS THAT HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN BUYING NECESSARY MEDICATION OR BUYING NECESSARY FOOD 2 SUSTAIN LIFE I CRY & SHAKE MY HEAD IN ANGER & DISGUST, BECAUSE, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES SHE FILED CHARGES, OBTAINED RESTRAINING ORDERS, & MOVED AWAY FROM HIM, HE KEPT FINDING HER……AND SADLY THIS TIME HE DECLARED “IF I CAN’T HAVE U, THEN NO ONE CAN!!”……NOW BOTH ARE NO LONGER AMONG THE LIVING I CRY & ACHE INSIDE, BECAUSE, THERE ARE WAR VETERANS, ESPECIALLY THOSE THAT SUFFER FROM POST TRAUMATIC STRESS SYNDROME, THAT STILL ‘TIL THIS DAY, DON’T HAVE A PERMANENT….HOME …ADDRESS I SURELY CRY & GO TO THAT “WHAT THE HELL” STATE OF MIND, WHEN SOME “BUMP YA GUMS” TRY 2 SAY THAT ANY RAPE VICTIM BROUGHT IT UPON THEMSELVES, BECAUSE, OF THEIR OUTER DRESS YA SEE…THERE IS A JACKED UP, BIZZARO WORLD MINDSET….WHEN THE VICTIMS BECOME THE PERPETRAITORS I GET PISSED 2 NO END, BECAUSE, STILL, IN 2009 I’M THE CONTINUAL OBJECT OF RACIAL PROFILING AS I WALK FROM MY HOME 2 THE NEIGHBORHOOD CONVENIENT STORE WITH A POCKET FULL OF GREEN, SILVER, & COPPER MY SPIRITUAL STOMACH CHURNS….AS I SEE SO CALLED MINISTERS OF GOD LIVING IN GLUTNEY, POCKETS OVERWEIGHT WITH MONEY THAT SHOULD BE GOING TO THE CHURCH & BENEFITING ALL OF GOD’S PEOPLE….INSTEAD WE HAVE MEMBERS OF CONGREGATIONS STRUGGLING TO MEET THEIR BASIC NEEDS & PREACHERS LOOKING TO BUY THAT 2ND BEEMER SEXUAL PERVERSION AMONG CHURCH LEADERS IS AS RAMPIT AS GETTING A STRONG WIPH OF PEPPA JUST BEFORE SNEEZING I CRY, BECAUSE, OUR WORLD IS IN TREMENDOUS PAIN & IN NEED OF HEALING THIS IS AN EXPRESSION OF THOUGHT BY ONE CALLED….QUIESTORM OF SPOKENWORD & THIS IS WHY…..”I CRY” COPYRIGHT 2009 QUIETSTORM OF SPOKENWORD ANY REPUBLICATION OR DUPLICATION OF THIS MATERIAL WITHOUT MY EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION IS PROHIBITED

BITTER

THE LAST MEMORY HE HAS OF U…..IS THE BACK OF UR HAND SMACKING HIS FACE & AN EXPLETIVE LACED TIRADE AS U PUT UR FOOT TO HIS POSTERIOR & U TELL UR CHILD, U…..U NO LONGER WANT TO BE…… RESPONSIBLE “ I’M TIRED OF WORKING SO HARD TO CLOTHE UR NARROW ASS & TO FEED A BELLY THAT SEEMS TO BE A BOTTOMLESS PIT!”….THE LAST WORDS SPOKEN TO HIS EARS……AFTER THE INTIAL SHOCK OF THE MOMENT, HE PULLS HIMSELF UP FROM THE GROUND WITH JUST THE CLOTHES THAT COVER HIS BATTERED & BRUISED BODY NOW, WITH ONLY THE CONSCIOUS THOUGHT OF GETTING AS FAR AWAY FROM THE PAIN AS POSSIBLE & FINDING A PLACE TO REST HIS HEAD IN PEACE, HE REMEMBERS THE NEIGHBORHOOD PARK WAS A PLACE OF ESCAPE FOR HE QUICKLY MAKING HIS WAY THERE, HE CURLS UP IN THE DEEP END OF THE SANDBOX & THE THICKNESS OF THE SAND ALMOST FEELS LIKE A HUG FROM THE GRANDMA HE WISHES WAS REAL THE BLINDING GLARE OF THE SUNRISE PENETRATING CLOSED EYES CAUSES HIM TO AWAKE & HE REALIZES…..WOW…..THE JACKED UP DREAM IS INDEED HIS PRESENT REALITY & THE PASSING OF THE NEXT 2ND BRINGS FORTH A MAN LARGER THAN LIFE, HE RECOGNIZES THE SIGNS OF ABUSE & NEGLECT……HE TAKES “LITTLE MAN” TO THE DEPT. OF SOCIAL SERVICES, AFTER ALL OF THE INVESTIGATIONS & LEGALITIES WERE EXECUTED, THE MAN THAT FOUND HIM WAS ALLOWED TO BE HIS TEMPORARY GUARDIAN 5 HRS LATER AFTER GOING TO THE MOVIES, MEETING HIS, HOWEVER TEMPORARY OR PERMANENT THEY MAY BE, NEW FAMILY……HE EXPERIENCED MORE HUGS & LOVE THAN @ ANYTIME IN HIS LIFE & RIGHT AS HE IS ENJOYING SITTING @ THE DINNER TABLE, EATING FOOD PREPARED BY HIS NEW, HOWEVER TEMPORARY OR PERMANENT, MOM, HE FLASHES BACK TO THE MEMORIES OF BIOLOGICAL, WONDERING WHY HE COULDN’T LOVE HE LIKE THEE, INSTEAD OF SAVORING THE DELICIOUS FLAVOR OF HIS FAVORITE MEAL, SHE…..SO LOVINGLY PREPARED, ALL HE COULD DO @ THAT MOMENT IS REMEMBER THE BACKHAND RECEIVED FROM THE BIOLOGICAL & ALL HE CAN TASTE NOW IS THE…….. “BITTER” THIS IS A REPRESENTATION OF ABUSED & NEGLECTED CHILDREN…..COME ON WORLD!! OPEN UR EYES & QUIT BEING SO DAMNED DESENSITIZED I AM QUIETSTORM OF SPOKENWORD, THIS IS MY EXPRESSION OF THOUGHT, TITLE BEING…….“BITTER”

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