poetry

The words seem to not be able to escape from my lips…

However, I know they need to be said.

Listen, I have to get this out of my head…

I know I have the power to stop you with my declarations.

I have loved you for so long.

However, I love another more…

Our destinies seem to have different paths that don’t meet in the end.

So as I am sitting here close to being washed away from my own flood of tears.

I know I must be the one to find the courage to walk away.

Shh…Don’t speak…

I really don’t want to hear anything you have to say.

Don’t waste your time.

I’m not listening.

I am not looking back.

Goodbye.

Sin…

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By Lela Jefferson – http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com

& http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com

I am your friend
that is what you call me.
Yet in your eyes I see so much more…
Though you tell me that you trust me
would give me your head if…
You should need to lean…
on my shoulder?
A small part of you…
stops you from telling me…
You love me…
In fear that I might abuse you
use you …mistreat you
causes you to… push me away,
while still you hold me near…
For with me…you leave all your hopes and dreams
aspirations of the woman that you want to be.
Your very words give your true feelings away.
In your gushing,
in your sentiments… in your actions,
I can see it there’d…
You love me.

I am the Holy Spirit.

Lela Jefferson – http://www.memoirsfoablackgirl.com &

http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com

I sit here and I ponder our relationship
You used to call on me so we could just talk awhile.
Spend days on end, just you and me.
I had your back even when others didn’t
I pleaded your case against our father,
when you sinned.
I forgave you when you lied.
I encouraged you when you couldn’t do it on your own.
I protected you when you were weak and clothed you with my love before you even knew my name or could even speak.
I sent provisions, but you didn’t give me thanks.
I was ok with it all, because the promise I made and the sacrifices I gave for you.
I remember times when you were bold enough to talk to others about our relationship.
Now when someone asks about you and me you deny that we are even related.
You have let fear of rejection and thoughts of unworthiness creep into your psyche.
I ask the question, do you really know me?
Am I not your friend, your brother… your teacher?
Did I not show you in my words, in my love for you, in my actions that I would never forsake you?
Trust me…. I have your back…even when you don’t think no else does.
I will never give up on you why? Because this we have, this thing… is real… and I am real.
I am love, I am your Father God, your brother Jesus and your teacher the Holy Spirit and in me you can trust.
I AM whatever you need me to be…
Trust me it is not in my DNA to not tell the truth.
I swore to tell you the truth through the shedding of my own blood… not once, but twice.
I am just waiting for you to talk to me again…I have all the time in the world.

5/14/09 12:16 PM