By
Renee Drummond-Brown
Hard Knocks!
He beat me
‘cause’
he loves me;
he says
“you’re my only one”
therefore,
it’s my fault
he hits me
‘fore’
the setting
of
every sun.
As sure as
I’m in heaven;
Father,
Can You try to understand;
his last hit
took my breath
away
an’
I’m ‘beggin’ forgiveness
‘cause’
I loves this man.
My child,
BEFORE
they laid you
to rest,
adding
insult to injury
at its best;
HE
ALREADY HAD
A
BRAND
NEW
PUNCHING
BAG,
an’
she’s
a real diehard,
soon to meet
the
VERY
same
fate
that you had.
Inbox Me
She met him
on the computer
late night hours
in-boxing her
showers
of
‘luv’
hugs
plus,
‘sum’
kisses
galore
‘hidin’ behind
‘dat’ screen
of
sheltered scenes
rehearsing his lines
of
Disneyworld dreams
A false photo
accompanies
his lies
broken trust
(A six pack; YEAH RIGHT)
he masks an hides
‘dem’ other ‘girlz’
‘sellin’ ‘em’ dreams
and
deceits.
Where’s his pride?
Will someone tell her PLEASSSE!
Got her a
one-way ticket
flying ‘da’ friendly skies
to none other than
New York; New York
to finally meet
his beloved family
AND ALL!
First things first~~~
He injects you ‘sum’ dope
ON A ROPE
so you can cope
with
Time Square,
melting pots
Lights, camera, action
Weave in her hair
Braids everywhere
‘livin’ in a dump
red stilettoes shoes
911 blues
black as the night
high as the hills
let it do what it do baby
while
dangling you a ruse
pole swinging
Yeah
make no mistakes about it
‘dat’ be you.
Sporting
TWO
black eyes
one at a time
‘wit’ cheap make up
looking like a fool
Didn’t momma forewarn you?
What a shame???
PRE-abuse
after abuse
after abuse!!!
Young ‘girlz’
listen
to me
(MOMMA’S DEAD RIGHT)
In-box messaging’s
NOT THE PLACE TO BE
You don’t know him by FB name
Rule #1
Sneaky conversations
ARE ALWAYS GAMES!
Rule #2
Meetings
turn you out
&
YOU’RE NEVER QUITE THE SAME!
Rule #3
ALWAYS TALK OPENLY
SO WISE EYES
CAN DISCERN
HIS MESS
THAT
YOU CANNOT SEE!
IN-BOXING’S ‘NOT’ THE PLACE TO BE
IF ONE’S TRULY SINCERE
THEY’LL TALK OPENLY
FOR THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO SEE!
To MY very talented sister-in-Christ I love you and I love the work that you bring to the table. Renee your Mom is so very proud of you for still you write. and now you write with the love, pain and joy of the loss of your BFF, I feel you. I feel the pain and the anguish of being there and have that done. I love you sister girl for still you write.