'Golden Women' Short Poems 2015 by Wise Owl Lady

'All  I knew was that I had to wake up, 
Letting my nightmares keep my mind racing; 
Felt like Edgar Allan Poe might finally have had some competition;
My dear brother sold his soul to a whore of Babylon,
They feed each other's demons, diseases, make believin'
Cannot seem to escape a past that cannot be undone. 
Could only warn him so many times before 
I had to give it to God to do what he would with his son;
Knew when it came down to it, prison or death, 
When all was said and done; 
Estranged from the one I love the most,
To him I am just a ghost, 
An addiction that blinds him to hate, 
and it makes me want to feel the same, take his pain, destroy it blatantly;
But who is really the blame?
It is already too late...' 

'Got an aunt on the run, 
Two cousins being raised in the same Hell that I come from;
But maybe I got lucky,
Secret childhood hideouts were to me a luxury;
Somehow I got out alive,
Managed to survive, to fly, to rise;
Down in the fire like Dante,
Fighting my way to Paradise;
A different breed, no known family line, 
Just us five, a sister died, 
And since they are my top priority,
That explains my motivation, my heart, my drive...'

'Always thankful for the ones that come and go, 
For better or for worse, 
Only the Lord really knows;
But I keep going, 
Enemies gonna just have to keep up, 
Cause if you want to throw some punches,
I'm gonna dodge every single one
Til' your burned out realizing that to me you can't do nothing;
If God is for you, then who can be against you? '

'All these babies need me, 
Mother Amilee running these streets, 
Just call me Wise Owl Lady;
Let me teach you about community, 
Unity, loyalty, representing;
I don't need to run around and 
talk that talk,
About having this or that,
About material things or counting stacks;
I'd much rather be giving back;
Got that Wise Owl forever on my back;'

'I plot every move, watch every scheme;
Might love you but you ain't crossing me. 
Take time to believe, just follow your dreams;
The Lord is coming;
And when he arrives it isn't going to be pretty; 
Love one another, help your fallen brother;
Help your sisters get stronger, 
Help save our Earth, even if it makes things 
right, it will take longer. 
Fear not Satan, 
He's out there like a swarm of bees; 
But if you smack him with Jesus;
When he tries to sting,
Watch him drop dead, out of your life, 
he'll recede...'

Love,
Wise Owl Lady 

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