By Sharika
My poem
today
My poem
tomorrow
I don’t know
If I will feel the same sorrow
My poem
can make me cry
If I look it in the eyes
I try to read it to myself
But still I cry
I stop and smile
So that my feelings
don’t burst out as if I was a lost child
who couldn’t find their way home
God, please, put that strength in me.
This poem is alone
My poem
Madeline
The first thing I HEAR in the morning is my daughter
Saying she gotta get dressed brush her tiny teeth and do her hair
I hear her whining and that fake crying she’s got it good
But I love her so much.
I SEE my daughter hyper, cute, small, smart.
I see her doing things on her own.
I see my nephew playing his psp game.
I see him fighting with my daughter.
I see him teaching my daughter good and bad things
I see them playing together and making up
I see myself having my own place, a driver license and my GED
I see my sister on her phone and texting all the time
I see other girls giving me dirty looks but the funny thing is
I don’t care what they think or say ha ha.
I see my nephew running his mouth all the time
That kid is a snitch
I see myself fighting with him
I see myself with a man named David.
I FEEL my daughter’s nice and short black hair
I feel her tiny feet and legs
When I put on baby lotion
I feel on my nephew’s big head
I feel the keyboard under my fingers
Damn it I don’t have internet
But I really love feeling
Oh my god
I can’t believe I am saying
What the best thing I touch & feel all day
Every day all day
I feel it in
Bed
In the Shower
In the car
At School
The Park
while I am eating
& talking to people
DUH IT’S MY CELL PHONE!!!!
OH My God I like to taste different things
But sometimes I don’t like the taste
taste is something everyone does
Every day to try new things in food
My favorite taste is alcapurias the way my grandma does woo wee
And the rest is the same thing every day GOSH!!!
By Madeline 1-16-09
I am 19 years old and have a beautiful smart 3 year old daughter she is the best I love her.
I have a man he is 20 years old
I spent my New Years with him
And I loved it.
We had fun we danced and I met his family and friend
I like them they are cool
And he has a Beautiful Mother & Sisters, and nice Brothers.
I miss him a lot gosh
I wanna see him
I wanna hold him and kiss him
I LOVE THE WAY HE TOUCHED MY BODY THAT NIGHT
I told him never to let me go
And his answer was “I never will”
On Friday 11th 2008 he had court
Damn I fell asleep early Thursday I wish I never did
I wanna to talk to him =(
So things didn’t look good
I text him sayin you’re the sweetest guy I met
I will wait for u no matter what
I am A REAL WOMAN
And I have strong feelings for you
I will always be here you know my number
MUAH
I am missing u like crazy
U GOT ME HOOKED ON U
His last text was I LOVE U BABY
Damn that hit me hard my tears came down.
I couldn’t wait to get out of school.
I cried when I walked to my aunt’s house
I called his 2 phones but no answer = (
I cried even more
As soon I got closer to my aunt’s house I stopped
I didn’t want my daughter see me cry
So I was “DAMN” baby got u 24.7 in my head
His mom called me it’s sad I asked her how long will he be gone and she said
2yrs I told her “DAMN”
but I will wait because I love him
and he’s the best thing that has happened to me
so we talked for a few minutes then we hang up
and I went crazy. I couldn’t get him out of my head I tried to sleep but it was hard
I miss his text and hearing his voice
My phone isn’t the same I just wanted to go home so I did.
First thing I got in the laptop and put the song
YO TE MOTIVE BY RAKIM Y KEN Y
Damn I had to cry so I did non stop I cried, cried, cried.
I miss him like crazy man
It’s hard but it’s worth the wait
And I can’t wait to see him
I love you
YA TU SABES
I AM HERE FOR U
AND WILL BE WAITING FOR U
THIS IS A GUY NAMED
DAVID
I MISS U LIKE CRAZY BABY MUAH
Sharika R
12/19/07
How come
How come you weren’t their ?
You say you were
But you didn’t care
How come You let me go
Through that mess all alone?
You say it was me
But you’re the parent…..PLEASE!!!
I cried to come back home
You called them up
An told them
To keep me an their home
How could you ?
Let me stay
In another strangers house
You didn’t know
How come?
You repeated the chain
I did nothing
But try to pray
Pray an hope
That I don’t do the same thing
An now
That I have my baby
I let her know
I care
An I will always be their
I made that promise
An I know
I will not brake it
So now
How come You can’t stand up
An’ take the blame an’ truth Of my pain ?
Sharika Rivera
12/19/07
Where do we go from here ?
Why do we do these things ?
Where did she come from?
Why did you disappear?
Where did your heart go ?
Why did you leave it alone?
Where was your brain
an what were you thinking?
Why didn’t I pay attention?
WHERE,WHY, HOW, come this is how I felt
When I was a single mom For a month .
Before I was a mom I was a dancer.
Before I was a mom I was independent and alone.
Before I was a mom I was a rebel.
I didn’t understand why my mom always worried and complained.
Before I was a mom I didn’t Care about anything.
When I became a mom I was still independent but I had responsibility.
I had a little boy. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, and he makes me feel complete.
I also now understand why my mom always worried because she was a mom.
The tiny little fingers on his hands remind me of the timeless moments.
The smell of his hands is like the soft scents of candy and baby.
The taste of his hands is of sticky gummy worms that he eats.
When I hear the baby sleep I play with his hands and rub his little knuckles.
The way I feel when I see his hands is at peace. Like no one is there to mess up or make mistakes.
It’s just me and those little hands of his.
By Sarah
December 12, 2007
My poem can move people like the trees in the wind.
My poem can fall from the highest building and not break.
My poem can hurt just like when you where young and got hurt.
My poem can make you cry just like a sad movie.
My poem can be ugly like the sky in the middle of a storm.
My poem can be joyful like a child playing with toys.
My poem can not do anything at all. My poem can be my own.
By Morales
I wish I could forget about you.
Why because everyday that goes by I see or hear you.
I wish I could forget about u because of the
Way you left me and for some of the reasons
It’s is not easy. And I have your son and
You don’t even come and see him.
He’s about to be two years old on June 3.
It’s is not right because he’s only one years old
And he has not seen his father.
That’s one of the reasons why I want to forget about you.
By Monica
What grandma doesn’t know is that I was pregnant.
What grandma doesn’t know is that I’m getting married.
What grandma doesn’t know is that she not here.
What grandmas don’t know is what she is missing out on.
