Nobody

Hello

Does anybody hear me?

Hear me? Hear me?

Echoes ring out

No one is there

My lungs are sore

My throat is dry

It’s dark and I’m lonely

Where is everyone? Anyone?

Someone? There is no one

Hello

Hello…hello…hello

Echoes ring out

Maybe I’ll talk to my echoes

Move the way the frequency flows

I am the one rose

In time froze

I am the one chose

To alone endure life’s throes

As the pain grows

The walls close

My sanity goes

O me my woes

Hello

Hello…hello…hello…

Does anybody hear me?

Anybody? Somebody?

There’s nobody

I Try To Speak

I try to speak but the words fail

I cry out, but to no avail

There is a hand over my mouth

That keeps my screams from coming out

I have no voice, no way to proclaim

My anguish and suffering and my shame

I try to speak out, but on deaf ears

Not literally, but by careless peers

People who don’t care about my plight

People who see my suffering and get delight

I cry out, they don’t want to hear

I scream out, In my darkest drear

Now don’t get me wrong, People do come

When they want to use my body, get them some

I try to speak out while they are using me

They ears are even closed as they are misusing me

If they would open their ears just for a second

I would scream out forget the mythical legend

I am not a sex object with no feelings

I am not put here for your sexual dealings

I am a woman like other women, who cry

I am a woman like other women, who die

I am a woman like other women, who bleed

I am a woman like other women, who carry seed

I am a woman like other women, who need love

I am a woman like other women, what’s the difference whereof

The only difference between me and others

Is people’s ideas and stigma that covers

The women of color in america

We’ve been branded saddler

We don’t have to fall into that slot

Made to wallow in the slop

Let us rise from the mire

Be real women should be our desire

They won’t give it to us, let’s take it

Change the negative views, and forsake it

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His Cold Touch

I feel his hand brush my chin
My blood runs cold
I knew he’d come back again
To claim my very soul
He tried before
To no avail
I knew I’d see him again
I’ve been quite unwell
I’ve felt his eyeless sockets
Staring from afar
I felt his grip in the night
My chest bares the scar
He doesn’t give up
He waits patiently
Every time my eyes close
He’s by my bed side see
He’s bruised me badly
I guess I gave a hand
Living wrong eating wrong
Too late now to take a stand
Last night my room felt eerie
So my eyes did open wet
Tears were streaming down
As I looked into the face of death

Behind These Eyes

Behind these eyes is things I never speak

Pain from all the stigma on me

Hurt from all the stereotypes put on me

Anguish from all the mistreatment of me

Behind these eyes is something you don’t expect

I am a human I do have a soul

Why is every move I make scrutinized?

Why is everybody so cold?

Behind these eyes is a soul crying out

Who can I turn to when no one likes me?

What have I done to deserve this much hate?

I just got here. Why does everyone dislikes me?

Behind these eyes is a heart of love

Even though I am abused I still love

Even though I am misused I still love

Even though I am not loved I still love

Behind these eyes is a strength

To be able to carry on in this placed on shame

To be able to go on knowing all the lies

To be able to smile with a slandered name

Behind these eyes is a broken spirit

Tired of the world weighing down on me

Tired of seeing black women this all over

Tired of everyone looking down on me

Behind these eyes is a person

Not an animal or subhuman

But a girl, woman, lady, sister, mother

So much more than what people are assuming

Behind these eyes I have feelings too

Cut me and I’ll bleed

Kill me and I’ll return to dust

Love me and I’ll succeed

Behind these eyes are the scars

From the music and movies that portray me badly

From the people who want to do studies on me

From people telling me I can’t speak madly

Behind these eyes is a beautiful soul

That is not angry just hurt

That is not mean just cautious

That is used to being sad and no mirth