My Sister

My Sister,

I feel a sense of helplessness, 

A crushing sense of frustration!  

My soul screams!

I can't take this monster,

This killer, this pain away from you,

And put it on me! 

Brenda Leatherman 2017

For my beautiful sister, Debbie, 

Who passed from glioblastoma, 

At the age of 64.

His Name

Moon and stars,
Stop shining so bright,
For my love is sleeping

Clouds,
Block the sunbeams,
Let dismal darkness
Ensconce me

Oh, to hear his laughter once more,
To see him gingerly
Peek through that
Cold metal door

No tender farewell,
No warm last embrace,
No memorizing the lines
In one another's aging face

My love is gone,
Like a candle's flame,
I am left only with a locket
Of his thick dark hair,
And written on my heart,
His name.



For my love, Steve.
Until we are reunited.
Love,
Bren

Invisible Chains

Crumbs from hands that bind you,

Deceit from THE MAN who blinds you…

Living in modern day slave quarters,

Drowning in despair’s murky waters…

Numbing the pain, you turn to drugs,

Angry and sick, surrounded by thugs…

Owned by the very ones who tell you

You’re free…

Stating, “All you have to do is

Keep voting for me!”

Government walls too steep to climb,

You settle for scraps they throw,

To sustain life…

Liars and thieves at the head of the pack,

Unapologetically stab you in the back…

This vicious cycle will never stop,

Till you break your invisible chains

And scream, “I’VE HAD ENOUGH!”

©Leatherman 2014

Never Alone

I will stand alone

Against the world

Waiting for You…

I will walk alone,

Knowing

You guide

My footsteps…

I will cry alone,

Knowing

You count

My tears…

I will die alone,

Knowing

You promise

Eternal life…

My Lord,

Your love

Sustains my soul,

Knowing

I am never alone.

©Leatherman 2014

Delicate Daughters

Oh despair

Unborn girl

Not wanted

In a

Chinese

World…

One child regulation,

A death sentence

For babies of the

Feminine

Persuasion…

Gender selection

Encourages birthing boys,

As every parents’

Exclusive

Choice…

The blood of China’s

Delicate daughters

Stain the hands of a

Government’s

Mandatory

Slaughter.

© Leatherman 2014

http://www.wunrn.com/news/2012/10_12/10_08/100812_china.htm

Two Little Boys

Two little boys running hand in hand,

Playing in the streets of the Holy Land…

They laugh and giggle,

Tumble and roll,

No different in one another’s eyes,

Until adults tell them so…

Both cry when forced to separate,

No longer allowed to play,

Little boys don’t understand adults

Or their silly rules of hate…

Growing into young men,

Taught they are not the same…

Something about a piece of land

They must be willing to die for,

In God’s Name…

Their hearts spark fond memories

Of carefree days,

When kindred spirits meet in a battle

Standing face to face...

Sounds of war surround them

As they run together for cover,

Each embraces the grown man

They once called “Brother”…

Bursts of bullets find them

As they shake each other’s hand…

Their blood slowly flows together,

As two brothers die together

in the thirsty desert sand.

© Leatherman 2014

Unwitting Slave

Been told you're a victim 

From the beginning of your existence, 

Tellin you It's the pigment of your skin, 

There's no way you can ever win...

Why even try?

It's easier to blame fatalism on white...

Never been in chains yourself, 

Cept the ones created by government welfare...

Controlling  the masses is their goal, 

Played for fools,

You swallow their lies whole...

Just enough to get by,

You're an unwitting slave 

Until the day you die.

(C) Leatherman 2014