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“Our Struggle” Poem by A. Roze

20 Jan

I will record audio of this poem shortly. But I wanted to go ahead and release this now. I feel like there is someone who needs to read it.

Thank you for my struggle.

The opportunity it brings is like no other.

The growth that comes starts from inside.

At first there’s pain when emotions collide,

But when the pieces begin to fit together,

I understand why you sent the bad weather.

You know I’m not the type who’d rather a handout,

So you give me an experience to make me stand out.

Make me humble like you are,

Make me strong like you are,

Make me deep like you are,

Make me understanding like you are.

You never have to prove anything to anyone.

Because you are in everything and everyone.

And yet when you are disregarded and denied,

You still never lose yourself as The Most High.

So why should I..

Feel less, feel regret, feel like there is no way to clean up this mess..

When really, could I..

Feel blessed by the best, feel loved, since I know my struggle represents

Your way,

Only way,

I got

To say,

No way,

I can’t,

Be brave,

No shame,

I have,

To pray,

On page,

Relate,

Replay,

Repay,

Repent.

Can’t Forget

The struggle

of Yahweh.

~A. Rozier

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“He Said” Poem by A. Roze

18 Jan

Since our 10 year wedding anniversary was yesterday, and our son is 4 months old today, I thought this would be a good one to post πŸ™‚

You need to get out of here they said,

This place isn’t good for you.

What? They said, move across the country?!

Girl- you’d be crazy to!

You don’t know anyone,

don’t you wana have some fun?

Don’t get married yet- 18 is too young!

Plus- he’s black! Your kids will have it rough.

Oh, you’re going to college now? Isn’t it a little late?

It wouldn’t do you any good, they said,

doubt you’ll even graduate.

Start your own business? No way you’ll make it.

Those types are rich, and have an education.

I told you this would be hard, why don’t you get a job..?

Take it easy, slow down, you’re workin’ too hard.

Now you’re pregnant and broke, what you gonna do now?

Ya’ll need to start a business and get some money somehow..

They said.

I say,

I have been blessed beyond measure.

It was in the grace of my trials that I found the real treasures.

It wasn’t my ignorance, stubbornness, or being naive that got me through..

I simply would not accept their fears as truth.

All I knew, was that I would not be held down,

And by remaining calm and cool I found

Experience

Education,

Expression,

Family,

Fulfillment,

Joy,

Life,

Love,

God.

Not by falling for what they said,

Not by rebelling against the living dead,

No- just by standing, by believing

in what He said.

~A. Rozier

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“The Distance” Poem by A. Roze

21 Jul

Now I remember what it feels like to miss you.

Like an empty void that no one else could fit through.

Mind starts racing, wondering if your ok,

Thoughts start chasing, running circles, no breaks.

Try to give myself back, to the moment at hand,

But it seems your the only thing, My subconscious understands.

The whole world suddenly seems so small,

As if there were nothing else in it at all.

No thoughts, no ideas, Or things to do,

No stories to tell If I can’t first tell you.

Now I remember how it feels to want something I can’t have.

Not like cars or clothes or jewelry or cash,

Cuz right about now, I’d give up any of that,

Just to have you back.

All those quirks that used to get on my nerves,

Can’t be worse than having to write this verse,

Just to ease my mind a bit,

Help myself get over it,

But its not working anyway,

No, not today, you just won’t go away,

Posted up inside my head,

Kicked off your shoes,

Made your bed,

Lying comfortably cuz you already paid your rent,

Chillin’ like a lazy Sunday.

I’ll just have to go a different route,

Let you be, Instead of trying to kick you out,

There must be a reason your here,

So i’ll let go of the fear,

And try embracing the doubt,

Since you’re obviously something I can’t go without.

Now it’s all becoming clear,

I just know I can feel your soul my dear,

Why was I even feeling down?

Just because you’re not around,

Doesn’t mean I can’t feel the sound

of your thoughts and emotions matching mine pound for pound.

We are one.

Can’t be undone.

Hearts entwined sometimes tricks the mind

Into feeling like we’re alone.

Funny though, that it’s because we’re so together,

That the distance makes us better.

Seems we grow closer through space and time.

No more knot in my stomach,

I know I’ll be fine,

I can rest assured,

My heart won’t hurt,

Tomorrow, when you leave again for work.

~A. Rozier

the distance bw

“My King” Poem by A. Roze

19 Jul

He’s a fighter,

he’s a writer,

He’s a caller,

He’s a scholar,

He has passion,

Words to action,

Humble in his ways.

He’s a teacher,

He’s a leader,

He’s a doer,

a believer,

He’s a lion,

Road to Zion,

I’d follow him any day.

Full of love,

He builds me up,

Always learnin’,

Keeps me yearnin’,

Builds a fire,

Makes it higher,

Turns a spark into a blaze.

Gives me hope,

The world will know,

Someone who cares

Is still out there,

My King, don’t you ever change.

~A. Rozier

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“Roots” Poem by A. Roze

9 Jul

Oh the things

You must have seen

Coming at me,

Like a jumping flea

Aiming to breed

Yet ceasing to succeed

Since you let me be.

Still there for me

Like the root of a tree,

Loving from a distance,

The bond was instant,

Seemed to get real deep

When I turned 18.

Something had to click,

But you didn’t forget

How it was to be naive.

Knew what I would need,

Time, to grow wings,

Strength, to proceed,

Wisdom, to know me,

Clarity, to find peace,

Freedom, to make believe,

Will, to overcome defeat,

Courage, to keep going,

All the while knowing

There was no way

To simply tell me these things.

The eloquence of a real woman

Cannot be taught,

Cannot be bought,

Must be earned through understanding.

Amazing;

How you taught without teaching,

Touched without reaching,

Helped mold a princess into a queen.

Your grace is like no other,

Humble, wise, strong Grandmother,

Took me a little time to see,

But I bet you knew that’s how it would be,

Your beautiful spirit lives on through me,

My dear Grandma Jeanne.

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My grandparents. North Carolina 1943

“People Watching” Poem by A. Roze

7 Jul

All day, I have nothing to say,

But want to pick up the phone when it gets late.

Everything comes to mind,

The right words, wrong time.

Alone now with my thoughts,

Surrounded by passings souls, forgot.

Main character in my book,

Extra in theirs,

I swear they can’t see me,

Even when they stare.

Am I even really here?

I can feel, I can hear,

Music that’s playing,

But the words they’re saying

Dash in and out of my ears.

One moment a blur, next one clear,

Mind full of stories,

Hours keep pouring,

Minutes so sheer,

So paper thin that they cut,

They never give up,

Coming at me so fast,

but never really last,

Only scary for a moment,

Now everything’s dormant,

How quickly things change.

~A. Rozier

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“The Runaround” Poem by A. Roze

7 Jul

I am alive.

Can’t you feel my vibe?

Yea, it’s dark, but I can see.

I know the world is waiting for me.

But I’m not ready to leave,

this place is too comforting.

And what if they don’t like me?

Besides, I’m busy!

Just because they can’t see,

doesn’t mean I’m not learning,

Maturing, enduring, furthering,

My knowledge and growth,

They’re the ones who don’t know

How strong I am, I just don’t boast!

Soon I won’t be so quiet- they ain’t ready though!

Shoot, maybe I’ll just stay here,

Do myself a favor,

Cuz out there, they don’t stop and savor,

Moments… like these.

No, they don’t stop and look at trees or

Think about who has no where to sleep,

Watch the future buckle at its knees,

Too focused on their own needs,

Too blind to see,

What’s right here, right now, happening.

Come to think… they need me.

How selfish could I be.. to think

That I too, would just let it sink

For a little solidarity.

Or because it’s a little scary to me.

No more excuses, and I’ll be sure to tell them so,

Maybe I should sleep on it though….

~A. Rozier

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