October 2013 – justwordsjm

Guys like you

Posted on October 31, 2013October 31, 2013 by Stacy-Ann Hyde

I hate guys like you who have me so caught up, that it leaves me feeling misty blue.

I hate guys like you just because you don’t even know what to do.

I hate guys like you because when you stare, everything in my being becomes so aware, of my lipstick, my pose, my cheeks and my nose! I just wish you would disappear and never ever come by here.

I hate guys like you when I’ve got the chills and you’re nowhere around and I’m stuck with my quilts.

I hate guys like you just because you exist and I can’t do without you, the opposite sex.

What the heck! Rain check!

And yet, I still hate you to love you because I don’t know what else to do.

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Poetry

Choose Love

Posted on October 30, 2013November 23, 2014 by Stacy-Ann Hyde

Love stricken and then bitten,
feeling forsaken,
because your heart has been broken
into pieces too many to count.

Rude awakening
love’s not all it said it would be
the pretty little flower
in harmony with the bee.
No, love is gonna take you
for all you’ve got.
Exchange is no robbery
and that’s just the fact,
of me to you and you to me
somehow I hope we can just agree
that to choose to love is to choose to give
your all, your life, your everything.

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An Experience of Emotions

Posted on October 29, 2013 by Stacy-Ann Hyde

When I travel abroad and experience the caucasian and other perceived elitist groups I seem more at ease knowing that my interaction is at the least temporary. And yet that same interaction in my home country has in recent times brought about such emotional convulsions one would scarely think me unprejudicial. But I ask myself why would or should I feel this way, living in a land whose motto is out of many we are one? The minority sadly is greater in many regards and with the state leadership and continuous power hunry struggles, this imbalance could wipe out our very existence. It is no wonder it seems that many opt to cleek together, much in the same way that blacks and other minority perceived groups do. What is this feeling about? This almost innate waring of the soul? Its uncomfortable and I loathe its very existence within me and yet it cannot be denied; it refuses to be ignored.
Certainly, they are not to blame. Are they? Is the mental capacity of this country being preyed on? Are we so independent of