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Dedicated to the Angels of September 11, 2001
Rebecca J. Burns/photo Sharon D. Pruitt

photo by D. Sharon Pruitt

photo by D. Sharon Pruitt

Heaven must have needed Angels
For so many to have died
Too many went to Heaven
In the blinking of an eye
Flying through the sky that day
When the Heavens opened wide
Heaven must have needed Angels
To make this Nation Cry
What do we tell the children
It wasn’t a bomb
That blew up the world Trade Center
And crashed into the Pentagon
We see it on the news
Cell phones ringing hopeful news
Will Daddy call us one more time
And ask how was your day
What do we tell the children
Daddy’s flight went oh so wrong
He called to say he loves us
Then in a moment he was gone
And along with the Nation
We watched the towers fall
Daddy called to say he loved us
That’s what matters after all
Was it a mistake
Did the pilot lose his way
We have to tell our children
They had hit where they had aimed
Men we do not know who hated US soil
Took people who meant more to us
Than the buildings that they blew
They destroyed a landmark
When they rocked our Nation’s core
But to take away our loved ones
Was to have taken so much more
As you kiss your children goodnight
Midst the rubble and the pain
Tell them mommy or daddy’s in Heaven
Beside them once again

Permission to share this poem granted

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Sadly, once again, I am re-posting this poem as I keep playing it in my head after another devastating school shooting.  I know have an 8 year old little girl, my boyfriends child, she had been in my live for 5 years now and is my own.  We felt we had to tell her a little of what happened so that she didn’t hear it from a class mate.  She took the news well, but again, like those that died, she is just a child and knows that adults will keep her safe.  If only she knew.

It doesn’t matter that we may not have known one soul that died it still hurts just the same and even more so that they were children, babies, dear God not children.

For me as a poet/writer poetry often helps me to get through a time like this when nothing can heal the wound. The following poem was written right after hearing about the Columbine Shooting and sadly applies yet again to the recent shootings.

photo by D. Sharon Pruitt

photo by D. Sharon Pruitt

Dedicated to the Angels created because of Columbine & other School Shootings

How many times must a child fall down forcibly shot to the ground?
And how many children shall lose their young lives,
Because somebody’s day just went wrong?
You stepped in the way, passing on your day,
It wasn’t you he was angry with a friend.
Now time stands still and we pray upon the hill,
I miss you and wish you hadn’t gone,
I love you and wish you didn’t fall.
How many teachers will stand up and take bullets meant for the dead?
And how many parents will be forced to weep,
From the bullets that rang through their heads?
And how many times must I write a new song
Longing for just a little peace?
No matter what I say,
No matter what I do,
Always it brings me back to you.I miss you and wish you didn’t fall,
I love you that’s why I write this song.
You’d smiled at me that day and said I’ll be home right away,
Then the bullets rang out through the halls,
You never came home after all.
The policeman he said even though you are now dead,
You hung on as long as you could.
You said, you’d stepped in his way,
Passing on your day, it wasn’t you he was angry with a friend.
No time stands still and we pray upon the hill.
We know you loved us and wish you hadn’t gone.
You love us and wished you didn’t fall.
Please tell me Lord, how can a day go so wrong.

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The following comment was left on 2010/09/02 at 2:42 pm against another post and I wanted to share it on its own:

I was in an abusive relationship for 3 years and he abused me in all aspects. I found the will the leave him when he attempted to hit me while I was 3 months pregnant with our son. At that moment, I couldn’t leave for myself, but I could leave for my baby and I was gone the next week. It’s been a difficult journey because I still see this man and speak to him because of the child we share. He has continued to be verbally, emotionally and once even physically abusive to me in front of our son. We go to court at the end of the month and I’m praying the court will see the kind of man he is and will help me in protecting myself and my son. I wrote the following poem depicting my journey and my realization. I could only be his victim as long as I allowed myself to be and I refuse to be his victim. I hope you all enjoy this poem:

-NO MORE- By Ashley P.
A life that has for so long been controlled by manipulation and fear, So many times left broken and in tears.
Broken bones and bruises followed by promises allowed to heal, Names and accusations, confusion at the appeal.
Was it really appeal, or just a distorted view?
A victim of the lies, a victim of “I don’t know what to do”.
Attempts to do what’s right, attempts to inspire change,
Feelings of defeat when things remained the same.
A will to be happy, a will to stand fear in the face,
Determination to finally escape this dreadful place.
Emergence out of darkness, finally able to see the light,
Finally the courage to stand up and fight the fight.
No more being afraid, no more running away,
No more looking back and living like yesterday.
No! no more being afraid, not one more excuse,
No longer a victim, but a survivor of abuse.

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The following comment was left for another post and I wanted to share it with you to comment: 2010/09/26 at 6:57 pm

I am survivor. I have been out of the relationship since June 2010. I was hospitalized for the most recent incident in June with a fractured lumbar spine and multiple contusions to my face/head. Two black eyes, both lips fat, broken nose and other numerous bruises over my body. If I didn’t hide in the woods he would have killed me. He is in jail and the trial is starting September 30th. I saw the evidence pictures for the first time 3 days ago. When I saw the pictures of what he had done to me, it became real. Up until then it all seemed like a dream. The court is saying that this is one of the most heinous crimes against another person they have seen in a very long time. As hard as it was to see the pictures, they gave me a sense of empowerment. I do not want to be labeled as a victim, I want to be labeled as a survivor. I am thinking of starting my own blog to share my story and to inform people of the court process & things like that. I am ready to share my story with the world. You may contact me if you would like to at ( i.am.a.survivor1984@gmail.com )

” I will no longer hide these wounds of mine. I will bear them gracefully. They tell a resurrection story.”

Ntozake Shange, “sorry”

one thing i don’t need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yrs
i don’t know what to do wit em
they dont open doors
or bring the sun back
they dont make me happy
or get a mornin paper
didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry

i am simply tired
of collectin
i didnt know
i was so important to you
i’m gonna haveta throw some away
i cant get to the clothes in my closet
for alla the sorries
i’m gonna tack a sign to my door
leave a message by the phone
‘if you called to say yr sorry
call somebody else
i dont use em anymore’
i let sorry/ didnt meanta/ & how cd i know abt that
take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn
i’m gonna do exactly what i want to
& i wont be sorry for none of it
letta sorry soothe yr soul/ i’m gonna soothe mine

you were always inconsistent
doin somethin & then bein sorry
beatin my heart to death
talkin bout you sorry
i will not call
i’m not goin to be nice
i will raise my voice
& scream & holler
& break things
& race the engine
& tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face
& i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
& their ways
i will play oliver lake
& i wont be sorry for none of it

i loved you on purpose
i was open on purpose
i still crave vulnerability
& close talk
& i’m not even sorry
bout you bein sorry
you can carry all the guilt
& grime ya wanna
just dont give it to me
i cant use another sorry
next time
you should admit
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time
enjoy bein yrself.

” Do you not know you are God’s temple and that God’s spirit dwells in you? If any one destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and that temple you are”. ( 1 Cor. 3: 16-17)

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Get Ready
To have YOUR life back!
Get Ready
To leave the abuse behind!
Get ready!

Because YOU deserve your “dignity”!
Get ready
To let the “healing” start!
Get Ready
To live “without” fear!
Get Ready
YOU have the right to be “YOU”!
Get Ready
To use YOUR voice and be “heard”!
Get Ready
To dance to the music of “freedom”
Get Ready
To re-learn how to be “alive”!
Get Ready
To grab the reins of “empowerment”!
Get Ready
To walk into L.I.F.E.
Get Ready

Get Ready. GET Ready. GET READY

(L)ove (I)integrity (F)orgiveness (E)mpowerment

If you’re not “READY for LIFE”,

When will “YOU” think it’s time to “GET READY”?

No time like today, tomorrow’s not promised.


Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.

Get Ready on Poetry Blog

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No More to Be Thankful for This Year – a reminder

Please click to view entire poem and leave comments in the one location.

Be Well, Be Safe Today and all throughout the years.
Love & Peace,

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I know that after being in an abusive situation, mentally, physically doesn’t really matter, you lose a lot of yourself. Remember, the person that use to laugh all the time and tell jokes, or the person who was always so cheerful and encouraging? I will never forget one time, about a year after leaving my husband when I was at a friends and we were just talking and laughing and she said, “It is so nice to see the old Becky again.” I almost cried, actually chances are I did cry. She was a gal that had known me since I was fifteen and for years she had wondered where her old friend had gone.

Back to what must have been my point: just as your self esteem and dreams were taken one day, one word, one punch at a time, it will come back one day, one word, one hug at a time. Start simple, baby steps. Take an index card, sticky note of piece of paper and write down the 3 most important things you want to change or to have in your life right now.

For example, mine were initially – stop the anxiety attacks, build my self esteem, find a job I love.

Now post this in a location that you will see several times a day. I suggest the fridge and the bathroom mirror. I see both of them often. The bathroom is great because it gives you those few moments when you are brushing your teeth or washing your face to read them and think about them. Then throughout the day you will be focused on those 3 top goals.

Now, even if you don’t do anything for a bit that is fine, remember, baby steps. Just having them as a thought is the seed that you want to plant. Then in a week or so sit and write down why you want each one of them in detail. No one else will read this so don’t hold back. Put what you will lose if you don’t have the goal and what you will gain if you do.

Most important, if you do nothing else, post these 3 goals and read them daily. Remember the past does not equal the future, so start today to make your future, you dream!

Lots of love and well wishes. You are never alone, you are thought of often. I really want you to succeed and see that being abused should never define you, but it will if you let it.

I have included my Focus Poem for you: Read this poem 2 times fast then one time slow, it will get you to focus. The entire poem is in the post just below this one or for the entire poem suitable for framing click the link below.  To purchase the poem on gifts go to blogroll and click on Dream Focused Store.

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Love & Peace Baby,
Rebecca J. Burns

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