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 | Shena Henderson is a poet and author from Grambling, La. During a funeral, Shena just got the urge to write. The words were just turning over in her head. She didn't know what was going on because it was all of a sudden. Poetry to her is an escape to understanding and relief. She sees poetry as her way to uplift. Poetry is like her calendar with the dates, she keeps track of everything. God put us through life lessons and she feels she must keep track of everything. And as she lives on, she shall continue to write. Shena was featured in Jason O'Neal Williams, 3rd book, The Life That I Live in 2005. Shena also made her debut as an author in 2005 with her first book, 2 Sides To A Story. |
| Featured in book, The Life That I Live (2005) 1st published book, 2 Sides to a Story (2005) Member of The Prince's Court, an organization formed by Jason O'Neal Williams, The Prince of Poetry and Storytelling |
Beautiful
As a ray of light
An airplane
About to take flight
I am a bird
Smooth and sleek like the evening moon
A reflection of a silver spoon
I am heard
Common as the usual
Usually as usual
I am me
Shy as the sun
The end to begun
I am free
Remembered never close to the average
The sweetest lettuce of a cabbage
I am polish
Blank as the writing on the wall
Expression of them all
I cannot be demolished
I am a liquid that everybody says is black
But it is understanding that they lack
I am not noticed
Only seen for the darkness that I am
Never praised for what I can
Being the color of dirt does not mean I am roasted
I am the little minerals of dirt that make the earth so soft
I am the backbone to all equations
I am the little addition to not just enough
I am the color you need in tough situations
I am black, beautiful and proud of the pigments that make me who I am
I color everything not with just my thoughts but my hand
I am beautiful
Women Of Color
Am I a woman of color?
That is dressed in all black
Skin brown as the dirt
But soul not a dark as a black Cadillac
Am I woman of silk fibers around my head?
To reflect my race
One who hold the foundation of dignity
In my face
Am I am woman of color?
Who wears the blue jean mini skirt with the exotic top?
Eyes so sharp
That they will cut through your every negative thought
Am I a woman of shortness?
But yet hold the highest quality of strength?
I use my hands to build my creativity
That makes your imagination bend
Am I a woman of so much aggressiveness?
That it causes pain
Knowing almost every sin
I still feel I must gain
Could it be that my color is so deep
That your main action is neglect
I am a woman of color
Who deserves respect
I have that affect
I am a woman of color
Understand Me
You do not understand what I feel
Just be me for a minute
People telling you they love you or need you
But never really don’t mean it
It is hard trying to figure out
Who really wants you?
Is falling for everything?
The right things to do
No, I do not trust you
Because I really don’t know how
It was working its way up before
But now
I know it is your choice
To believe what ever
People just don’t know
When to be clever
Should I believe?
Because you are saying the same but in different words
I do not know
Because I do believe what I heard
So many I love you’s and you are the one for me…
I’m not listening anymore
Just let me be
I do not really know the meaning
Sorry it has caused me to act this way
You lie so much
I am ignoring every word you say
I been betrayed
By the one I love most
We were once together
Just like the butter on toast
Just be me
Crying trying to figure out why the one that claims to love you lie
Depressed with stress searching for the reply
Trust
I do not believe you
You are not honest at all
You and I are through
I just do not know whose real
When I assume, I am always wrong
But when I do not
The other one is the one who’s strong
Just be me
Taking stuff seriously
Easy going with the flows of words
I can not anymore because there are no more high birds
Too understanding but the one that gets hurt the worst
Just be me
To be is it not about the words that your tongue speaks
But the actions that make me weak
Should I take the words you say seriously?
Why?
Does it even matter?
Why try?
Just be me
How would you react?
Follow you heart
And tell me how to act
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