2011 Winter Phenomenal Women Project Part 2

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A Fool In Metamorphosis

Love is more than a word.
When others say it is Just a feeling
they are barely right.
Love is when somebody holds you
when you’re sad.
Love is having a great time
butterflies and everything.
I’ve had love, once
And love like a rose without water
can shrivel and die
But with time you can find a new rose
one with more value
more love and posterity.
You had nobody so you broke
my heart multiple times.
I didn’t think of the consequences of taking
you back, but they were drastic.
So far, the worst mistake of my life.
I will no longer look into your heart,
not unless I am a fool.
But like a fool, I look back
Like a fool I always find myself with
You again? I am not sure how
But it just happens.
Never again will I make the mistake
Of loving you, of loving
The way you held me when I was about to breakdown
cry and fall.
Never again will I look into your eyes,
the eyes that held me through the demons
in my life.
Never shall I love you again.
Not until the day I
Die.

-Tiffany

These Hands

These hands, thank God they don’t have
a mind of their own.

They have wiped many tears.

Painted many, many pictures
and written many songs.

They have held many others.

Some of lovers.

These hands have felt many emotions.

Seen too much.

Said even more.

My hands are everything.

-Lauren

Joined As One

The steady beat
strumming on the drum
a blur, like a bird in flight
sifting through the grains of rice
picking methodically
at the leaves.

Hers slender
long fingered
but cracked with memories.

His are large
dark
weathered by work
the saw he carries.

Baby hands
small, light
fat and smooth
her tiny fingernails
and fingers grip mine tightly.

Hers are old and bony
shaking, knobby
From arthritis

These hands are joined as one.

In a circle
drumming
around the fire,
heat almost unbearable
but you can endure it
because your hands will not stop
their melodic drumming

neither will you.

-Ameek

Dear Em

You’re always worrying about other people. Whether it’s
your little brother or your best friend, you care so much.
You’re smart—quite smart—and you have a lot of potential.
You could do great things someday, if you tried.

You take so many things on at once, and still manage to complete
them all extremely well, if not
effortlessly.

You are so strong. You’ve hung in there through a lot of bad things
And you still manage to be yourself.
Things do get better, see?
Stay strong, lovely.

Keep a positive attitude, I know it’s hard, especially with what you have
to deal with day to day. You can do it.

You are amazing. Don’t try to deny that.
Don’t doubt the compliments you get.
You deserve every single one of them and more.

Think before you speak.
Stay true to yourself.
Do what you love, not what makes you money.
Love yourself and others, no matter what happens.

You try so hard.

-Emily

Mother Tree

I am a tree.
I keep my head held high.
I let the birds and bees sit upon my branches.
Because I care for them, and they care for me.
I support them like a mother.
They know that even when I am gone, I will still be there
waiting for them.
I will be in the next tree that takes my place
as my leaves fall
and my branches grow old an brittle,
I will say to those children of mine:
“Do not cry, do not weep like the willow. I am an oak.
I was strong. So be strong loved ones, we will meet again.”

I am a tree, my strong roots keep me grounded.
My thick core holds in pain.
My branches hold up heavy burdens.
I keep my head held high
I let the birds and bees sit
upon my branches.

-Jocelyn

Dryad

From the bottom to the top
the growing never stops.
With my fingers like branches
My dreams being leaves
I am a tree.

I have my roots from the day I was born
to when I would adorn myself
in big hats and shoes.
My roots look different than some other trees.
They’re checkered, like my past
under a nest of bees
that although are quick to anger
bring things as sweet as honey
and have made me strong.

When the days aren’t sunny,
as I continue to grow,
I’ll always know
to let my colors show
and to throw what I don’t care about
outside my rainbow.
And my days of dark
outside my life.

And even so, I’ll see the mark it may leave
on my bark
and my skin through thick and thin
will never fail to keep me in.
I’ll learn how to take the burn
The more I grow
The more I know
And like I said before
I’ll only grow more.

Because from the bottom to the top
The growing never stops.

-Victoria

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