Just Thinking
By Edward Addison
Victimisation: I ask myself what feelings come to heart? I feel afraid, abandonment, anxiety, and a hoist of other uninvited feelings. Then I began to feel regret, shame, and inferior. because I once victimized my community. I envy the victim because they can grow whereas I began to decline morally, spiritually, and socially, and regret follows me were ever I go. I yearn so badly to change and even when the change is apparent. my past actions haunt me whispering to me that now I’m a victim too. and though it feels as such My heart won’t let me claim it because then karma comes to mind. Awareness is only the beginning, Apologizes aren’t sufficient, and actions make only dents. I give president to victims and owe my community a great deal. Incarceration is just upon me, and removal from my community was the best for my community. and returning me back is always in the interest of my community.
Searching
By Edward Addison
When will you say what I’ve been yearning for?
Without it how can I continue on.
I mean nothing without such words.
I want to matter to you, am I not enough for you girl.
Dreaming of a day my ego is raised.
Continuously pleasing you until that particular day and some.
I hate to bring it to your attention,
I rather it be randomly mentioned.
When will you recognize me for what I do?
My dear love, when will you say I’m proud of you?
Black Women
By Edward Addison
Pain! is what describes this creature.
Walls built so its difficult to reach her.
Many children, but she’s a good teacher,
If you find her I advise you to keep her.
Struggles day and night just so she could make it,
through a world where things aren’t basic.
She smiles! because she’s a black women.
Independent and she doesn’t need a husband.
What she needs is for someone to hold her.
To be a hero and lift the weight from her shoulders.
Strong! this is only for a moment
because a black women is use to being a soldier.
Her security comes from her own hands,
she creates her comforts with her own plans.
She’s impeccable and her character is grand.
In order to be with a black women you must be a man.
Loving You
By Edward Addison
Loving you ably is what I aim for.
Though your love is held in abeyance,
until there’s no more reason to abhor.
Your abating feelings is obvious!
Where do we go from here?
Since of aberration, do anyone care?
Reminding you every chance I get, that I matter too.
Tell me! am I not enough for you.
Her
By Edward Addison
I try my hardest to understand her, but to avail.
I pour my heart out disclosing every detail.
I believe that if I do this she’ll know me better.
How could she love someone that captured.
I tell myself work hard do good and they will see who you really are.
At times I’m naive because I don’t always see her scars.
It’s not fair to me that I’m compared to everyone in the past.
I’m the new guy, So I should receive new smiles with new looks,
but instead I’m judged by the cover of this book.
When will she understand me, and would it be to late for her.
Because the moment her walls fall mine is sure to be built.
Missing Person
By Edward Addison
It has been reported that a man has gone missing. desperately searching for clues and reasoning for his disappearance. He was last seen as a child so the likeliness of his capture is close to none. If only there was someone who knew the things he was passionate about this would make things easier concerning his whereabouts. Some days we call off the search thinking that a few hours of rest wouldn’t hurt, but his parents especially his mother valued to never give up until he’s recovered. As she sits weeping, steering at a photo of him on the shelf. I pray to God that eventually I’ll find myself.
Sweet Mate
By Edward Addison
Black and delicious I love your taste. Your after affects on me is hard to erase. You create a zeal in me through your warm embrace, so leaving you would be my biggest mistake. Through times of fatigue your the only one that I trust. Bitterness or sweetness I love you no matter what. I could never replace you, your qualities is enough. I swear I love this coffee in my cup. (The Inmate) We went wrong at some place. Trying to escape reality and formalities, committing criminal actions in society for poverty sake. We did wrong trough the years. Developing tears for both ourselves and our families, our actions was randomly chosen so were jailed for the moment. We spend time behind bars, our family’s close, but the distance is far. Praying to the creator that we see tomorrow. The sorrow is there, and the conscious is aware of the mistakes we made, but the debts we pay with time, should allow us to eventually shine. (My child) Marvelous when it comes to the birth of a child. Doesn’t matter if you cry, or laugh as long as you open your eyes. Smiles from the parents, counting the fingers and toes. The first appearance of your existence is better then silver and gold. Promising to protect, and provide your health and your clothes. Such experience is impeccable, and everyone knows, that front seats is necessary when attending the show. Its a boy, its a girl, just glad you came in the world. So please! baby smile for the camera, daddy’s happy to be a parent. (Searching) When will you say what I’ve been yearning for? Without it how can I continue on. I mean nothing without such words. I want to matter to you, am I not enough for you girl. Dreaming of a day my ego is raised. Continuously pleasing you until that particular day and some. I hate to bring it to your attention, I rather it be randomly mentioned. when will you recognize me for what I do? My dear love, when will you say I’m proud of you?!
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