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Mrs. Smith
by Sandra Charite
I am not your motherWho left you at the age of tenI am not the girlWho dissed you in front of your friendsI am not one of those Who dance half-naked girls in Jay-Z videosI am not the one Who takes you from high to lowI am not the oneWho sleeps with your boysThen be called a “hoe”I am not the oneWho stalks youThen flattens your tiresI am not the one to catch you cheatin’Then set your clothes on fireI am not the oneWho comes half-steppin’ on the household choresI am not the one to put your laundryOut on the front doorI am the one Who made a commitment with youFor lifeI am the mother of your childrenI am your wife
God, I love you
 by Sandra J. Charite
God, I love youI know I wasn’t The one to say it firstI can count the number of timesThat I have thirstSeeking affirmation from anotherWho didn’t know my nameThe abuse and heartbreakVisited my doorAnd you were the one To blameI can imagine all those doors That you had to get throughOnly just to say,“I love you” God, I love you Often times,I don’t show it In my daily lifeGetting caught upIn my inner strifeAfraid to allow you To healThe pain That I feelFor it’s easy to sayBut doing it That’s another storyMy flesh wants to receiveThe glory For I know that mySalvation is not in vainI have so much To gain The preparation seemed too longIn my eyesMy ignorance Believed the liesI thought I could make itOn my ownBut I found myselfIn the cornerOn my ownDialing everyone’s numberBut no onePicked up the phoneI pitied myself in the rainTried to clean off the stainThinking that you were tiredOf rescuing meI was wrongYou came inAnd set me freeBreaking all the barriersIn your wayNow,I have no desireTo stray God I love youIt is more than just wordsTo meBut this is my testimony
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