Not My Type

I met a gentleman with a kind heart
right from the start
he performed his part
such a sweetheart

But he is not my kind of guy.
He wants to try
to tie the knot
but I cannot

marry a man I do not love,
it’s not enough
to laugh and play
house on display.

Lock and Key

I need someone to love me right
one who will fight
through the good times
undistracted by immature games

Someone who will hold me passionately
all night, affectionately
whispering sweet
lullabies, my heart skips a beat

A gentleman, a provider,
fearless leader
created exclusively for me;
my lock and key.

This Is Now

I’m blessed with life, love, and family. I am here,
thankful for these monumental things and so many other
bundles of joy, dispensed by the grace of God. I appreciate
life in a more positive light, overlooking the irrelevant
and forging ahead with purpose. Prayer has been
a consistent blanket of warmth around me. I’m
experiencing more appreciation and finding
less to complain about, I’m working on putting
down the gadgets, so I can enjoy
the precious people around me.
Overall, I’m living a more joyful and fulfilled life.
My strengths are to my advantage.

Walked Away Wounded

I wish someone had been engaged in my life
enough to offer moral support. I chased after
little boys in adulthood, just someone to help me
understand my worth and what I could stand for
or not before the genuine men came along,
but by then, I was no longer interested in their
childish games. I was used to disappointments.
Someone always walked away wounded
in my crusade, to figure out this mess.

Six Flags

I stood at the screened-in entry when
my uncle drove up. He wandered past me
as if I was invisible, disregarding my presence,
with an invitation for my cousin to accompany him
to Six Flags. I overheard him, and stared at him like,
what about me? He glanced my way and replied nothing.
I didn’t exist another day.

Second Family

When their families discovered who we were,
they discouraged their children from being our friends,
that harsh judgment originated from the fabricated
storylines my family reported. These people
didn’t know us kids personally but felt the need to run.
Over time, they drew their honest conclusions
and became the family we didn’t have.