Wolfe of the Cloth: Tears on My Heart

By Antoinette Smith

The story is based on a selfish women's journey to achieve love at whatever cost, Even if it meant having to subject her children to a so called preacher that locks away their lives in many ways
This pulpit conniving captivating secret keeping creature will take you on a ride of private thoughts and personal gain. She'll leave you with a remarkable distasteful unsavory flavor of disgust and a question mark about religious beliefs and so called traditions

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491868263

Antoinette Smith

Her name is Antoinette Smith. She was born in Boston, Mass. However she writes under the name The LessonLady. She started at 14 putting pen to paper. She used it as an outlet to escape into other places from a life that was to unbearable at that time. As she became older her mind was engulfed with thoughts of experience of untold stories and her verses began to take shape and purpose. She noticed her writings did not come to her by elaborate words. It was simple structure that left you with as sense of hmm. Her words were not popular or rated as comfortable conversation but always gave you a moment of reflection. Her style of poetic writings is a unique way of taking the reader right into the scene.and keeping you engaged for the whole entire ride

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Interior Graphics/Art Credit: Shashanna Saunderson

Published by AuthorHouse 03/29/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4918-6827-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-6825-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-6826-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014903616

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Dedication

1.   Wolfe Of The Cloth

2.   Madeslave/Wolfe/16

3.   16

4.   15

5.   Trouble

6.   A Special Poem For 2

7.   Baby Bubble

8.   16 Pt 2

9.   Trouble Part 2

10.   Karma Cirle Is A Cylce

11.   Made’s Diary

12.   Exit

13.   Closing Statement

14.   Single For Wolfe Of The Cloth I Don’t Know Why

FOREWORD

This story is based on a selfish women’s journey to achieve love at whatever cost even if it meant having to subject her children to a so-called preacher that locks away their lives in many ways for the loss of love she could never obtain

This pulpit conniving, captivating, secret keeping creature will take you on a ride of private thoughts and personal gain that has remarkable distasteful thoughts that leave you with tears on your heart

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my sisters who continue to struggle with memories of the past that can never be erased. May the Creator bless and heal all of them so they may have a fulfilled loved and blessed life from this day forward and even for evermore. To my sweet cousin sister friend confidant, who never stop pushing me to the edge of always believing in the impossible, I’d like to thank you for all your sincere support on this journey and always looking forward to the possibilities of what can and will be. I have never encountered any other being so close to my spirit as you. Thank you for all you believe in and may we always be intertwined and interconnected in this dimension or any other planetary existence where there is nothing but perfect love. To my best sister friend you help me find my voice and always encouraged me to find my gift. It was you who let me shine even when you could have taken first place, but you saw something I did not until my mind was opened up to what I am so good at and that’s because of you. To my daughter, who stands by me through all tribulations and triumphs, who supports me in all my endeavors with unconditional love for this I am so grateful.

Special gratitude extended to Shashanna Saunderson

—Graphic Artist

WOLFE OF THE CLOTH

A Poetry Novel

I have tears on my heart for you and all of the pain they sent you through

You had a mom who never cared

You had no chance to grow up fair

She locked you up inside a box

And let this Wolfe manipulate her thoughts

This woman took so many souls

From the church pews I watched her shows

So captivating if one was blind

So hypnotizing but it was all a lie

She’s someone I did know real well

She took my family through living hell

Sucked all the life out of our mom

Brained washed my sisters for way too long

She worked them hard for small pay checks

Our mom’s food stamps her benefits

She has her plots she has her schemes

To use those with low self esteem

She tricks those with the words she says

So called a preacher with cunning ways

My mom and she used to be friends

Way back when we lived in Boston

Was long ago when I was small

But Wolfe of the cloth

I remember it all

My memories go back to the one-name 16

And the one under her was turning 15

Then there was me the one they called Trouble

And the baby they sheltered

And kept in a bubble

The oldest one got the blow of it first

She was a straight A student she got it the worst

Dropped out of school got a job for our needs

Put in a position for 4 mouths to feed

Now all her dreams are all put on hold

Cause to the Wolfe of the cloth she has been sold

Watched them use her up for all they could drain

Peeking through French windows watching her pain

You knew she was lost and couldn’t get help

Stripped her empty as a library with no books on its shelf

The tears that are embedded invisible but scarred

Have left us all tattered bitter and hard

MADESLAVE/WOLFE/16

Come on in here we have so many things to do

You get the kitchen and bathroom and dust the furniture too

Oh don’t forget the boys room they made a little mess

And my girl forgot to make her bed and do hang up that dress

My floors are getting dirty they need to be mopped

And make sure that my dinners ready at least by six o’clock

Did you forget to do the errands that I gave you yesterday

And when you’re through with all your chores go on your knees and pray

I’ve done my chores prayed all day long your kids are in the bed

Now I’ll go home where no heats is on and try and rest my head

My kids are cuddled up in a ball 16 threw covers coats on

them all

She left a candle by the door to make sure I don’t fall

My dinners left up on the stove a cup