In remembrance of the lost and forgotten by anonymous (so Fucking beautiful)


whom it may apply:I write to you and that part of me that was once like you… 

I write to you in remembrance of where I come from … 

I write to you in witness and testament to your life

I seek healing for a past I can’t escape a world I could not forget

I close my eyes and drift away 

I see your faces and some of your names…

I come in peace and forgiveness 

I come to share a

Thought and a prayer for those who are still suffering 

So to you the single mom 

Who has no partner or support

Who worries endlessly about her children’s wellbeing while struggling to get by 

this poems for you…

To the middle age college student racking up debt faster than credits in hopes of a better future

This poems for you

To the addicted and inebriant who is watching their life go up in smoke or down the drain or in a vein

This poems for you

To the prostitute who’s turned their body into a commodity as they prays for a hero to save the day 

this poems for you

To the mentally ill who feel their mind and reality slipping away along with their will to go on 

This poems for you

To the homeless vagabond 

Who ache for the simple pleasure of a warm bed a hot shower and a hot meal to eat

This poems for you

To the teen runaway who try’s to survive a night in the streets instead of a warm loving family home

this poems for you

To the victims of violence and sexual assault who cringe in terror for every noise or unforeseen surprise 

this poems for you

For every Jane and Jon doe

Who died on the street 

This poems for you

Let this poem be my thought and my prayer 

that all who this applies to 

find some peace and security 

This holiday season

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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