An Abused Woman authored by Robert Henry Wimsatt-Smith III
A woman is married, and now in love,
To her man who she thinks only of.
One day they get into an argument,
He hits her, she falls down pregnant.
He says, “That's not what I meant to do!”,
Lies are truths, as she cries, “ I believe you!”
Again, she sees a woman hit by a man,
Still, she justifies ways to understand.
Staying in what she feels marriage is,
Wanting to stay a family for her kids.
Believing in till death do us part,
Yet, all the love is dead in her heart.
Thinking she can't afford to live all alone,
Trapped behind walls in an abusive home.
Living for this man in his own world,
On the outside a woman, inside a girl.
He hits, cusses, and cheats on her again,
She thinks it will get better and end.
She starts to think it's all her fault,
A half ...
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An Abused Child authored by: Robert H. Smith
An abused child hurts every day of their life,
They do not know how to live without strife.
Beaten by someone they use to know,
Often they wonder where else they can go.
The little child waits in the dark cold room,
While the dead silence holds onto their gloom.
Like a caged bird locked up never flying to roam,
They're trapped in a prison they call their home.
In their mind, they think they can do nothing,
While their lost innocence hunger for something.
Something to find love, and a peace of mind,
Away from drama, and suffering all of the time.
At night they want to sleep and dream,
They cannot escape from constant screams.
The screams of their ridicule every day,
No matter how they do, or what they say.
They try to let go of the dark... |
A Woman Can Work Just As Hard As A Man authored by: Robert H. Smith
A woman can work just as hard as a man,
That is a notion some cannot understand.
I work just as hard, but don't make as much,
Is it because of my woman's lovely touch?
Working, tending to the kids, and home all day.
You go to work, afterward, you get to play!
A real woman's job is never ever done,
Always giving to others when I have none.
I do things a man could never ever do.
Facing things you have never been through.
All by my own self, I can remain independent,
“I should stay in my place!” say men who resent it.
You think a man is strong, and a woman is weak?
Women only stay quiet, and men must speak.
Today is a new day, and a new dawn of age,
A new chapter in my life is turning a page.
Men say, “A woman cannot work like a man!”
That is a notion I just cannot understand.
You don't have to ever hold my ... |
A Question Of Our Humanity authored by: Robert H. Smith
Hurricane Katrina rages against New Orleans,
People begin frantically to scatter and scream.
The victims cry out, but some refuse to hear,
Any of their darkest suffering, and deepest fear.
Heavy tears flow down their tiring weary eyes,
Yet, they try to imagine beyond the darkest of skies.
Remembering, thinking this tragedy can never be,
Facing the never-ending question of their lives, "Why me?"
The victims stand stranded on rooftops for four dreary days,
As the seconds, the minutes, and the hours drift slowly away.
Dead bodies of their fellow men are floating in view all around,
Raging floods drown their hope-filled dreams into watery grounds.
Losing everything, including their own comforting homes,
Now among the shattering streets, they must constantly roam.
Searching for anyone who will give the time to understand,
The emptiness of their souls needs an offering hand.
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A Prostitute authored by: Robert H. Smith
Late in the nighttime’s heat at the street's corner a woman stands,
Watching for a fast signal of an even stranger man's hands.
She has a seductive body, face, personality, and voice,
To make a living, sex sells becomes her choice.
The man gives the signal, and she answers the call,
Walking with purpose at first, she says nothing at all.
It's not her first time doing this, but each time she's afraid,
She's looking for a way out, as easy money gets her paid.
“Yo mister if you go... |
A Mother's Choice authored b: Robert H. Wimsitt-Smith III
A mother is pregnant, but is still unsure of what to do,
“It's not my child!†says the father, now she must choose.
Alone she cries, “I can't afford a decent loving home!â€
A place where she can raise her child all on her own.
Aloud she even thinks, “Should I give my baby away?â€
She soon realizes how she'll still miss her baby every day.
So, she decides abortion can become her only choice,
Yet, when the doctor comes, she starts to lose her voice.
Afraid of a&#... |
Dedication authored by: Robert H. Wimsatt-Smith
To any thing, person, and place in my life, and in my story,
In past, present, and future times, it all gave me days of glory.
From the realms of good and love, and beyond evil and hate,
Through family, faith, fears, dreams, and hope, my destiny was fate.
Throughout my destinations journey's bound of incredible strife,
It's my story, and truth in the world I live in the Perspectives Of Life.
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Perspectives Of Life authored by: Robert H. Wimsatt-Smith III
The past: Yesterday was a history of memories birthed,
The present: Today is a moment in the time to live,
The future: Tomorrow will be a faith of dreams dying.
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