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Category: The Poetic Storm Vol. 2
⚡️✍🏾No One Knew – By, Maxwanette A Poetess(The Poetic Storm, Vol. II.)✍🏾⚡️
“Some may recall my first book, “Poetry, Language Of the Soul (Vol. I.).” It’s more of the positive side of existence. Well we all know that life consists of Negative & Positive. And it’s within this aspect, “The Poetic Storm, Vol. II.” came to be. These volumes are sort of my Yin & Yang in Poetic form.”~Maxwanette A Poetess
©Maxwanette A Poetess
✨✍🏾Future Collaboration In The Works!✍🏾✨
So many of you know I’m a Poet😉.
I’ve stated a few times that, “Poetry is in my DNA!” 😂. My Mom, “Hyacinth W.” was a published Poet (amongst a slew of other accomplishments) & my siblings write poetry as well. We also come from a strong line of Jamaican Storytellers.
💥📚Mom’s creation is, “The Unlimited Mind.” And of course mine are, “Poetry, Language Of the Soul & The Poetic Storm, Vol. II.” My Mom transcended In 2018 from Breast Cancer, but this project will do her proud.📚💥
This being said, I’ve decided that my next project will be a collaboration of my Moms poetry & my own.
So Stay tuned!😁✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾
~Maxwanette A Poetess
“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚
✨✍🏾She Lives – By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨
©Maxwanette A Poetess
✨✍🏾How I’ve Grown – By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨
How I’ve Grown
How I’ve grown.
Momma threw me out when I was 11-the voices in her head told her to.
Daddy was done with me by age 15. If I slept with him? I could’ve stayed.
Now I’m all on my own.
My oh my! How I’ve Grown.
Homeless…Winter’s coming.
As September’s end blows cold.
A shelter is the focus, food & education is the least of interests.
He drove up, trying to talk.
I kept moving, hurrying up my walk.
Then that breeze blew & right then I knew…I had to stop. I looked at him & forced a smile.
My oh my! How I’ve Grown.
I was 15, he was 34,
Out of the Winter in the streets.
I peed his bed the first time we’d sleep.
Planting seeds,
Stunted growth, separating of weeds.
Mistakes made, lessons learned, wounds no longer bleed.
My oh my! How I’ve Grown.
Beaten down, left for dead.
Ignoring the things that others said,
I lived on…
Decision after decision,
Choice after choice,
I learned how to find my own voice.
My oh my! How I’ve Grown.
©Maxwanette A Poetess
