Makin Cherry and Apple Pies Under the Land of the Living Skies: My Boys Are #1

By Chelsey Hansen

Chelsey Hansen has overcome many obstacles in life. Determined to create a positive path for herself despite her battles with addiction and other challenges that were sometimes out of her control, Chelsey chose to persevere beyond her limitations and achieve her goals.

In a collection of creatively presented poems and prose, Chelsey blends spoken word, rap lyricism, and texting conventions with emojis while leading others through her personal story while sharing an important message that history does not have to repeat itself. Throughout writings inspired by her commitment to personal growth and her devotion to her two children, Chelsey provides poignant insight into the workings of her mind, heart, and soul as she determinedly puts one foot in front of the other and made her way out of the darkness and into the light of a new chapter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728373492

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Published by AuthorHouse  09/23/2020

ISBN: 978-1-7283-7350-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-7349-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2020917393

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Contents

Preface

My Boys

Cat

Delilah

Jim

No Name

Dear PM and Mr. President

Dragonflies

All My Relations

Sunflowers

Preface

Every morning I listen to songs that inspire me especially rap music, as it is the music my boys prefer. They are the love of my life, and I am doing everything I can to maintain custody of them. I take it very seriously. A two-year custody battle and struggles with mental health have plagued me and I have had severe difficulties in maintaining custody of my children. I pray everyday that I get to maintain full custody, and that’s why I dedicate this book to them. My boys have introduced me to music that has been an inspiration to this writing and helped me understand them more. I want to hear what they hear. I wish that my own parents had tried to understand me more as a kid.

The messages that music can send out to kids scares me. I want my kids to be happy, healthy, and loved. I hope my family understands that as well. Some music I listen to reminds me of people who matter to me. Some music helps me deal with the hard times I have had to deal with. None the less music has inspired me to write. As I packed my belongings to move to a new home I began writing this poetry and also helped me to cope with not having my boys in my custody. I want to do my best to teach my kids and family that history does not have to keep repeating itself. People need to be kinder and show respect for one another.

I’m a rock collector. Sometimes people don’t understand it, but I’ve told my rock story to quite a few people now. Well, it isn’t my story, but it stuck with me for a long time. If anyone reads my stories I think they will understand. I’ve shared some of my rocks which are actually crystals. A while ago I had some of my crystals stolen from me and this bothered me for a long time. I like giving more than taking but my parents hate it when I do that. It seems like whenever I try to show good to the world it is taken the wrong way, especially by my parents. I believe it’s good to hang onto to hope so I’ve decided to try my best to write a happy story. Hopefully, no one tries to ruin it for me. After all this is my life, but this isn’t my first rodeo!

If only we drew a picture of a better life, we could have a little faith that things have a way of working out for the best. It’s called playing fair. One day I hope that I can use my poetry to make rap music for my boys. Two years ago, I wished upon a single star for the man I love, and still do that he is ok. I don’t want anyone else to hurt me or my children or anyone else I love. I want people to understand the concept of give and take, not take and give. That has been my main goal from day one. This world needs bigger hearts, and if we just sat down and had a coffee with a good friend, we could come to understand each other more.

Today and yesterday and all the days before I put you at the top. The reason why is cuz you are my biggest rock.

I don’t always remember good so I gotta put things I love right at the top.

The cross I wear around my neck is a reminder of all the things that gave me a shock.

My brothers and sisters know my boys are number one. If I had to lose it all I’d still be tryin my best not to be shunned.

It’s taken forever to say it how it is and I won’t give up cuz I’m not a quitter.

If you go down the street maybe pick up your own damn litter!

I love my city and my street cuz I raised my boys here all my life.

Don’t take them away from me cuz it only gives me strife.

I’ll listen to their music every day cuz they are my rocks. Even if I gotta wear dirty clothes n socks!

I’ll never give up cuz I always put them first!

I’m just a damn girl even if all I do is curse!

If I had to give up everything it wouldn’t be my basket cuz it’s all the stuff I’ve gathered that’s ever really mattered.

If I remember all our memories n all the words i say. Just remember one thing. It ain’t about the damn music 39005.png you play.

Love is blind just like a book.

So sit yo ass down or learn to cook!

I’ll write these tunes for my kids. They deserve it cuz we live in the pre-hood.

I will go to church 39007.png cuz I like that place.

Don’t sin against yer parents or act two faced.

It’s not my fault i give two fucks. We were given this gift 39009.png and it’s a curse but maybe good luck.

Fucks and shucks I’m never gonna give up cuz music is my song.

Everyday i never really know if i have that long.

I don’t think anyone understands my kids and me belong in bands.

But I’ll keep hopin for days we can go travel again to different lands.

Or maybe we will blow it all but that ain’t no plan.

Maybe I shoulda been born with a tan but runnin away is a stupid idea!

I’ll listen to my music and grieve if i wanna.

We got a brand and we love juice. We ain’t gonna die tho from no misuse.

I know what is important and it starts in this frickin crooked house.

Don’t open yer mouth be quiet as a damn mouse.

That’s not the way i wanna live life. I will give my kids my all cuz one day maybe I’ll be someone’s wife.

I wouldn’t quit writing or smoking tho to give up my life.

If writing saved my kids and saved them from crying I’d do anything for them and I’d never be lying!

Noa is what i always here from my boy. He don’t like it when i want to show him.

Don’t give up on me or tell me it’s a sin.

I might not have a bible right by my bed. But I’ll tell ya what there’s lots left unsaid.

It’s a long book no one is capable of writing. But there ain’t no use spendin yo life fightin.

I share my shit like there’s no tmrw but fuck that shit I’ll take the hit.

You never know if you put yer mind to it you might get lit.

That’s a dumb idea tho to cross the wrong side of the tracks.

You might not have someone to have yo backs.

But i always took the zig zag route cuz my kids and brother be on my mind.

No one can tell me I’m wrong cuz i had to work thru trauma to figure out what i wanna find.

Even if you think you understand you might never get the pain of not seein yer boys.

Life is worth living and nothin is as precious as seein yer life without no noise.

Cuz i don’t like throwing out garbage and I’d rather not be sad or mad.

My boys know I’m gonna help em and all that’s ruined they might end up glad.

Cuz they been waiting months to see me and i pray they end up happy.

Sorry sometimes my songs are so sappy.

I’d rather be singin a song with some rapper. Not be freakin out or be givin up on a trapper.

There’s wrong bein done in this place. And that mother fucker better show his face.

Don’t fuck around or slow down my pace.

I live on quiet streets and that’s the way i like it. I hope the judge will see i ain’t gonna quit.

If i gotta stand up for my kids and say my story you could bet $ on it you’ll get the truth from my friend named Lori.

I’ll always show up at all my boys games.

I don’t need no pills or drugs to tell you that I’ll shine like a diamond without any fame.

Don’t be given up on Mother Nature’s way of puttin you in your place.

Eminem said it right and maybe he should rock out and show me his face.

I share my damn cigs cuz tobacco is a gift.

We gotta listen up and show the man not to be pissed. I won’t give up on opportunities or on anything bad that would give away my gifts.

I have tried to share all that i can. Doin everythin i can to not piss off the man.

I have my fave songs that remind me of special friend that always says good mornin. I gave her a gift so she knows i ain’t tryin to be foolin.

I gotta do my best so my boys will see i ain’t no fool. Just listen to the beats and the golden rule.

There’s a story behind everybody’s past.

Some may choose to just save that fo the cast.

I got some neighbors that grasp the impact of it all.

I ain’t gonna ruin it n make us fall.

I give a fuck bout my family and friends and i ain’t an asshole or some baby doll.

I gotta watch over my fuckin family n never give up. They already know we can have a better future if we go to the shelter and get a pup.

Treat it good and you’ll understand me and my kids don’t want nothin but love.

Don’t hurt no one and maybe one day you’ll see a dove 39962.png

I ain’t worried bout nothin except my kids and packing my stuff.

Keep up the pace until you had enough.

It ain’t worth it tryin to be mad or pushin anyone around.

There’s a song we been singin and my boys know the sound.

I’d rather plead my case so then the judge won’t see I’ve went off my rocker.

Most definitely to Mary’s and playin soccer. Maybe these peeps think I’m a big talker.

I will sing my own song even if people think it’s wrong or too long.

I like those beats from the past. I call this work and I’ll never give up but maybe stop the bong. 39068.png

I don’t need drugs to help me sing. I just like those tunes rather than a ring.

Drive in yer right lane if ya wanna get the gain. While i write I’ll just keep prayin for rain and no pain.

An apple a day keep the doc away. That’s what my dad would say.

If it was winter i might b chilly but maybe sometimes I’d rather just be silly. 39107.png

Now that it’s summer I’d rather plant a lily.

If it’s wrong to plant flowers 39109.png then i dunno what else I’m supposed to do.

I’ll give my kids the best song eva even if we live in some zoo.

2Pac has talent but i ain’t him and i don’t want no more violence on our streets.

I’d rather be kickin it and listening to cool beats.

When i walk or run or take a break i ain’t bein fake.

I hope this summer me and my boys can go to the lake!

There’s truth be told with these beats. But don’t let it get to yer fuckin head.

My dad helped me out when i had no fuckin bread!

And i ain’t got nothin much to show for my writing but i enjoy it and don’t ever plan on causin fighting!

I had to give thanks to this old cool ass house 39111.png

Even if my mom thinks I’m not smart I’ll never be no bag lady pushin round no cart!

I’ve tried