Blessed & Curvy

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 www.patriciaasaunders.com Enter to win a autographed copy of Let it Rain 9/2-9/10 https://www.goodreads.com/wwwgoodreadscompatricia_saunders

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 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 Follow on twitter @ blessedpoetpat www.patriciaasaunders.com

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

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 www.patriciaasaunders.com

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 d...

Motherless 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 Motherless!!! by Patricia A. Saunders Author of Let It Rain www.patriciaasaunders.com