Everyone Has a Story to Tell . . .

By Carlethia Williams

Whats Your Story?

Have you ever told someone something that youve never told anyone? Have you or someone youve known ever discussed something youve heard about someone else? Have you ever loved, hurt or experienced something that seemed to have caught you by surprise? Did you answer yes to any of these questions? Of course you did.

Well, this is a poetic composition based on life occurrences that you may have either gone through, or know of someone who can relate to at least one page.

An easy read that will catch you with its appeal, then again it may be hard to swallow. Enclosed with deception, truth, betrayal, hardship and triumph ... take your pick. A collection of rhythmic tales of situations and circumstances that will entertain, amuse, inspire and touch its readers. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479722235

Book preview

Chapter 1

Adolescence

Stages of Variation . . .

Puberty to full Adulthood

Rebellion

Questioning

Decisions

Lost

Nothing Like

The First Time

A virgin so pure but ready to be set free.

My first time with a man,

I think I’m ready.

Please take your time with me;

can we start this off slow?

I want to learn as much as I can

so teach me all I need to know.

Kissing and taking our clothes off

we’re now lying in bed,

scared of what’s next

so I take the pillow and cover my head.

I spread my legs wide

you proceed to climb on top,

as you nibble on my breast

I become wet and don’t want you to stop.

Before going any further

please put on your rubber sleeve,

not ready to be a sitter

for any babies you may leave.

At last it’s time to unlock and open my magic doors,

please come inside,

by penetrating the entrance with patience

you’ll be able to push and slide.

The first thrush may have hurt

but now its feeling like it should,

ready to glide up and down

while riding on your goods.

By the sounds that I hear from you

I must be doing it right,

next time I want to see

so we’ll make sure to keep on the lights.

We both begin to moan and tremble

from such an amazing feel

of a climax explosion that seems so unreal.

Lying there completely exhausted

you hold me in your arms tight

but I’m ready for round two

I want to do this all night.

Choices

A child is crying.

Can you hear the cries?

A child with no voice,

that hasn’t even opened its eyes.

Not planned but here

laying nestled in the mother’s womb

conceived that first night

without protection in her bedroom.

To give life or terminate

will be the choice that must be decided.

No talk of condoms or birth control ever mentioned.

How easily we become misguided?

No one can tell you what’s best

or what you must do.

It’s your own decision, so please take your time

and think things through.

The innocent depend on what course of action

you plan to take.

Don’t decide to quick

and make a huge mistake.

Situations happen every day in our lives

for a particular reason.

This is also known as the part in life

we call a change in season.

No time for games.

It’s time now

to take this matter with high regard.

Taking this issue with so little concern

can leave your heart tainted and scarred.

Making a judgment so critical,

put yourself in the unborn’s shoes.

What if your mother didn’t have you

and what did she have to lose?

The choice to make is initially yours alone,

so reflect on a conclusion and be wise.

Do you decide upon a death sentence,

or allow your baby’s first look

to be into its mother’s loving eyes?

No Lullaby

Tell me can you see me?

My mommy left me here alone.

I’m cold,

hungry and crying

wishing for her to change her mind and take me home.

She is young but I am younger,

only an hour since the time of my birth.

A baby that was not given a chance

to show the potential of my worth.

My parents both teens and conceived me

the first time mommy invited daddy over for sex.

Now dad is gone

and mom acts like she doesn’t want me

because he’s moved on to the next.

With oversized shirts and designer sundresses

she was able to cover the pregnancy.

It’s funny how no one takes notice

of the most obvious things to see.

She delivered by herself on a cold bathroom floor,

soaked in her blood she cuts my cord.

The mess is cleaned fast because of heard footsteps,

scared and confused checking doors

contemplating her next step.

She wraps me in paper towels and tissue.

She places me in the rubbish and walks away.

Left abandoned,

unloved and disregarded

with no room in her heart for me to stay.

The smell of trash from this backdoor dumpster

starts to burn my little nose;

I feel the pain from a hungry cat

that is nipping at my toes.

A nice cozy home

doesn’t exist for me,

no hopes of becoming

part of a loving family.

The garbage starts to get heavy

upon my small fragile chest.

The dumpster becomes my grave,

where I was laid to rest.

No one can see or hear

as I begin to take my last breath.

No medical attention is the cause

that contributes to my sudden untimely death.

My grandmother is in disbelief,

that her child could possibly be the mother of me.

Until later determined by examiners

who confirmed by autopsy.

My mother afraid of consequences,

going to authorities she turns herself in.

The embarrassment to her prominent family,

she continuously asks God to forgive her for this sin.

I’m now at peace in a place where I’m wanted.

I have no need to shed any more tears.

Being told that I am his child,

do not worry,

because now I have nothing further to fear.

In heaven with my heavenly Father,

the one who rescued my soul

when He heard my cries.

Showing me love for the first time,

I am no longer fearful

of being the one denied.

Lost Not Found

A child goes missing

in the wee hours of the night.

Stolen from the bed where he laid,

while the rest of the family slept tight.

The child that is missing

just happens to be yours.

An avoidable nightmare,

but no one checked to make sure

the home was locked and secured.

Stolen with no clue

so the police are left without a trace,

no suspects to question

so it becomes an eventual cold case.

You never give up hope

because of the love

you have for your child.

Parental instincts that he’s still alive

begins to drive you mentally wild.

Back tracking yourself making sure

there was nothing missed,

trying to remember from start to finish

of the day which ended with a kiss.

A child so loved and cherished,

who would dare take or hurt your little baby?

Believing you are at fault

wondering how you could’ve been so negligent and lazy.

As a result you become over protective

in the care of your other kids,

because the fear of reliving the terror

of what somebody else did.

Every time a child is found,

you hope that it will be yours.

Checking news reports and keeping tabs

becomes a daily routine, you can’t ignore.

But you must go on with your life

because your child would want it that way.

Your child who will never be found

but you still pray to see one day.

The tears you constantly shed

and never give time to dry.

A mother unable to forgive herself

because she never had the chance to say,

I love you or goodbye.

Not My Daddy

Little lost girl

lying in her bed,

having the feeling of a man

touching her head.

Hard to go to sleep

because of the tears she cries,

nobody is there to wipe her eyes.

Being touched this way

was not her plan,

this feeling of pain

from a grown ass man.

Lying on bloody sheets,

the bruising of her mouth and eyes,

innocence viciously stolen

while others slept through the night.

She wants to let someone know

what this man will surely deny,

momma will keep it covered

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