Life’mares

Cold sweats, he shooked

in and out of death,

silently whispering confession

of dark nightmares

hated

for years later

till death,

pointed a gun

in tears

to his left

lobe

erasing all fears

he let go

to leave

out of

misery…,

To

hunting me

again

he hasn’t left…

breathing the same whispers

at night,

tugging my pillow from

left to right,

hugging sheets

of repeated

whispers

hunted

sleepless

to praying

“My God Please…, take

this

PTSD away from

Me!”

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Crossroads

Alone

sitting

under

insecurities

clouds

rain

strikes

lightning

all around

my

way

refused

to moved

sitting

back

anyway

into

my wrestling

mind

reflecting

life

as loving eyes

become

lost

hard times

stay

tough

and

street crimes

accumulates

enough

blood lost

of

humanity

to

witness

more insanity

in families

reloading the

shots

aimed

and ready

to pull

the trigger

in

cruel

intentions

to blast the

wicked

into

retaliation

ways of

Street Justice

for Us…,

Clearly,

mirroring

the same horrific

horror

in

tears flowing

out

drenching

hidden

rupture

hearts

choking on

reality

for

years

or not

to

hid away

in the dark

or not…,

Haven’t

moved from

lightning

why not…,

sitting

back to

Alone

anyway

or gone

anyday.

Hey, I Miss You

I miss you,

I really do.

I may not

talk to you

everyday, or

be grace by

your presence

in my zone

conversely

acknowledging

the recoil

resistance to

reach out to you

anymore

but…

my heart and spirit

with compassion

and admiration

for you

will eternally be

a prominent

part of my life

So…

missing

You,

will never change.

Pouring Out Disclosures

Born from

sin

punished

to not

fit-in

anywhere

but

in

seclusion

at least

it was

an illusion

as a little girl…

A mother

hatred

to her

“ragdoll”

daughter

she used

to call me…

Dragged

anytime

out of bed

by

my hair

and

whopped

decent

was her

reasoning…

Bruises

given by both

insignificant

folks

classified

as my

parents on

a birth

certificate

stamp

“a magnificent baby girl”

stuck into

a

home world

to be

uptight,

frightened

and

mislead

with a

brown wooden

cross

hanging over

my bed…

Mistake

to misspoke

once to a

school

counselor

brushing

with danger

telling my

black marks

on my arm

wasn’t from

paint

but

out of anger…

Trained to

look down

and

no eye contact

was the

rules

if anybody

had questions

those

folks

were quick

to fool…

Dealt to

deal with

a slip tongue

consequence

alone

in a room

that

was

a cell

of confusion

isolated

for

their

amusement

growing up…

Making

privacy

my adult

choice.

Listening to the New Generation

Ebony Brown

from

B-town

at

thirteen

off the bus

girls grabbed

pushed

and

talked slick

to

punches

flying

Left fist

to right eye,

right fist

to the rib,

in self-defense

she came

running

to

my crib.

Ebony Brown

was weird

preferred to be

alone,

mom

never home,

never

knew her dad,

reading

around school

was really

all

she

had.

To my door

crying

from

frustrations

open arms

to listening

ears

she stay

the night

for

guidance

talking,

and

knowledge

dropping,

her off

to school

in the morning

Afterschool,

an extra mile

walked

to share

a smile

and our day

making sure

Ebony Brown

got home

safe and okay

until,

she moved

away

graduating at the

Top

of her class

She wrote: Because of You.

Auntie Knows…

Throwback requested by my nieces and nephews striving for their dreams. Keep pushing…Auntie love you. ✌&💖 JGomez

A gifted blessing

of Love

watching

you

grow to

Succeed

Humbly

to the

highest

degree.

Curious

of those

whose face

looks

you

up and down

from your head

to your toes

to be in

your business

to used thee.

Dream

riders

self-esteem

killers

Too many

judges

holding on

to nasty

grudges

living their life

stirring up

strife.

Be confident

with yourself

within yourself

for

Your life’s

journey

not

what others

expected to see.

Sincerely

Throwback: Dedicated to My Sista locking down her time and all the other Sistas and Bros in locked up… keep your head up fam.✌&💖 JGomez

Wiping

her face

tears

flow

more and more

sitting

between

a glass

barrier

hated to

see me

but glad I was there.

Limited

cash flow

in a

poverty hood

caught up

in a rectangular

web fighting

greed, power,

reputation and herself.

She fought battles

beast mode, fist slam

like Kimbo Slice.

She never smiled

hard faced

she didn’t

trust sugary

candied fruit con

in compassionate foolery.

Written letter she

wrote to me

15 years confined

to penitentiary.

First-class post

stamps in envelope

sent back, and

money posted to

her comissinary account.

Talking,

her voice tremble

frivolous irritation

degraded.

My own blood…,

visitation time

was up

loyalty

Stood.