Friday, October 30, 2015

Choose Me

Choose Me

It's been 15 years of calls, text messages, and hiding our secrets

We know each other so well that we finish each other sentences

Yet you leave and go away

Back to her

Promises are made

Promises are broken

Holidays come and go!

Choose Me

Secrets are being revealed

The phone calls that have to be taken in the other room

The response is that it's work

Friends asking questions

Where are you?

Family say its time to choose

It's complicated

For once I am tired

I love myself more than I love you

If it means that we say good bye forever than its time

Though it may sting at first it will go away

If you love something let it go and if it comes back it's yours

That's in the magazines !

Reality is you can love someone and they can love you and the other person

The final question for the last time is

Choose Me?

Author Patricia A. Saunders
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

I Love You

I Love You

Those three words

When you speak them into the universe

The person receiving on the other end glows

I Love You

Those three words craving to hear

When you feel love your world becomes fuller because they are in it

Incomplete when they are gone

I love you

On so many levels

A Parent says it

A Child says it

A Lover says it

All I know is I will  scream it from the top of the mountain

I love you

By Award Winning Author Patricia A. Saunders

Works include Let it Rain , Loving Me and Through the Fire

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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Blessed & Curvy: Endangered Species

Blessed & Curvy: Endangered Species: Endangered Species I can't go to the movies Lord I am scared to go to church I don't want to be shot! While driving don'...

Endangered Species

Endangered Species

I can't go to the movies

Lord I am scared to go to church

I don't want to be shot!

While driving don't flip the bird because I can be shot

No respect for humans at any age

Doesn't matter the color of my skin

Doesn't matter if I am a male or a female

I am an endangered specie

I circle my car before leaving

Don't want to be stopped for any traffic violations

Read the paper another is shot

Look on the Internet we're praying for another family

Surf the television channels and news flashes another senseless death

Animals in the zoos are thinking they are safer than the humans

If we aren't locked up

We're shot up

And a tear runs down my face as I say

Lord forgive them for they know not what they do !!!!

Author Patricia A. Saunders
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Blue Moon

Blue Moon

While laying in my bed

Blinds opened

Staring up at the moon

Imagining all the possibilities that life has to offer

Thinking as the second speed by that I have to wish upon a star

I have to envision a world where there is no hate

I have to believe that when my clock stops that there is a peace that will fall upon me

I have to because that it what I was taught

I have to look upon the blue moon and look towards the future

Blue Moon where are you

Thursday, July 23, 2015

She Looks Like Me

She looks like me

All the details aren’t out but she looks like me
What if I decided I wanted to travel to another state?
I decide to drive my car and don’t realize a headlight is out
What if I am stopped but a cop who wants to make his quota?
She looks like me
What if I can’t believe that I am being stopped?
The racial tension is thick as a knife
I am being arrested for a traffic stop
What do I do?
What if I am handcuffed, taken in, and while I behind the walls of a prison
I call my family pleading to get me out
This is something no one was expecting and they are getting money together
Something happened
No one knows what
They said I committed suicide
Did I?
Will the record show?
My heart aches for Sandra Bland because as a African American woman
She looks like me

Contributed by Patricia A. Saunders
Author of Let It Rain

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Missing my Father

A Father is the first man to tell you he loves you

My Father was my best friend

I grew up knowing that I was loved, safe from harm, and that I going to be something

My Father would take me on long rides and I believe that is the reason now I love to travel

He would watch television shows where he would quiz me on what I was watching

National Geographic, Jeopardy, and Wheel of Fortune

There wasn't computers so he invested in encyclopedia books for my education

Daddy I miss you

I miss seeing you court my Mother and take us to Howard Johnson's on Wednesdays for date nights

I loved hearing you tell stories of growing up during the Depression

You were my walking history teacher

You talked about your love of God

You taught lessons on loyalty

You said when a man loves you there isn't any questions you'll know

You said that that man will let you know you're his queen

I can still hear your deep laugh

When  I am undecided think what you would do

Daddy I miss you

You gave the best hugs

You could pray and in your quiet spirit I still feel your presence

Happy Father's Day

by Patricia A. Saunders

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child
Mother’s Day approaches
People are running to get gifts, plan meals, and purchase flowers
for their Mothers
I stand alone
Feeling like an orphan
My Mother lived a good life
But she left me
She went to heaven and she is gone!
I don’t have the orchids to buy, take her out to dinner, call her up and laugh with
I dread the holiday every year
I don’t want to go to church and stand up so you can give me white roses
So that everyone knows that I had a mother and she is deceased
People staring like poor baby
I put on a smile and inside I am crying
I want to hold her hand one more time
I want to hear her voice on the other end of the phone
I want to go and get her something nice to wear
I want to sign that card for Mother’s Day
I don’t like to feel this way


by Patricia A. Saunders
Author of Let It Rain

Saturday, April 11, 2015

I just want us all to get along

Lately it has been splattered all over the news

African American male shot in the back

African American male killed while in police custody

African American youth killed while in playground

African American male killed while walking through his neighborhood

Makes you question what is happening

Makes you scared to send your love one out

Camera phones are required

Bull’s-eye on your back is how our males feel

I'm seeing friendships ending on Facebook because a mother is teaching son how to survive to be at least 21

See it’s bring back memories for majority

See we're seeing our men leave not coming back

We're remembering them being lynched from trees

We're remembering them being burned

We're remembering them being beat beyond recognition. 

We're angry because the Civil Rights Movement was for all

We shall overcome is what we sang

It's the year 2015 and as parents, aunts, uncles, cousins we're scared because this time

It's not men hiding behind white sheets

It's some eager men who have taken an oath to protect and serve

We're seeing them confuse a Taser for a gun

We're seeing them planting evidence

We're seeing them bring the victim's character into question

Martin Luther King, Jr, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks and more are rolling in their graves

Was it all in vain?

Don't cut me off because I am voicing my opinion

Don't delete me because you don't agree

Try to understand what I am saying to my young black and brown males

Until you have to comfort the mother of the victim who died for no reason

You might not ever understand

Here's a million dollars let's switch the colors of our skin for a week

I thought not!

As a community let's not fight but look at the solution

Let's have the bull’s eye removed

Let's treat everyone the same regardless if they live in Waterbury, CT, Compton, LA or Cape Cod, Massachusetts

By Patricia A. Saunders

Friday, February 20, 2015

Can I Get A Witness

Can I Get A Witness
By Patricia A. Saunders

Approaching the 50th Birthday Club
I am getting so much advice
People sharing their war stories i.e. when you turn 50 you will feel this way, you can't drink milk, and watch out for spicy food.
You will find gray hairs in places only you and God know about
Oh and don't forget you will feel aches and pains
It almost scares you to turn 50

I am always on the go!
Skin soft and still have a glow
I know my body and as I approach 50
I want to be here longer so I am trying to eat right, more greens, and less fat
I am walking more and sitting less
I want to be a young 50
I want to still live life
I don't want to think of it as I am preparing to die

I am getting wiser and looking at ways to increase my 401k
But I rather do that than not be okay
So Miss Clairol is becoming my friend
Colors like Auburn, Midnight Blue, and Honey Blonde
For the different looks that I will ponder

I am not complaining about approaching the club
I even joined AARP
There are many who have not made it
Passed away before their birthday
I am blessed and curvy!!!

Can I Get A Witness!!!

Patricia A. Saunders , is Author of Through the Fire, Let It Rain, and Loving Me You can follow her

Monday, January 26, 2015

I Can't Breathe

I Can't Breathe

With all the recent killings showcased on the news
So many protests here and there
I am sitting here wondering what year are we in
Is it 2015?
Or is it 1950?

Everyone should feel safe
Everyone must respect each other
We have people killing each other
We have mothers crying over their child
We have children growing up without a parent

Does it make it right that someone known throughout the community
Someone who is of large frame
Comes up against someone smaller
Back up is called
A technique to subdue ended wrong
Now we all are divided

I can't breathe is the last words he said
The media has played it out
The officer wasn't found guilty
The community is in an uproar

As a world wide community we are suffering
We are turning out backs against those to protect and serve
They are apprehensive in handling a situations

As a woman the nurturer
I am crying
I am saying we shall overcome
I am praying that one day we can all get along
I am wishing that every son who walks out the door makes it back

I am chocking on the way the world is spitting back the treatment
I am getting light headed from the injustice
I can't breathe

By Patricia A. Saunders
Author of Let it Rain