Silent Screams

Silent Screams

Even more cataclysmic than the rolling thunder

The screams emanating from the depths of the earth…. extending more than a thousand feet under…

Shrills from the bed chamber while yet in my youth…

Abduction in cars

Domesticated pain

Cruelly Beating, beating till nearly in-same

Unfaithfulness

The cold unsterilized knife driven in my chest

Rejection "an open infection

Heart break

Violence, violence, violence

Yelling at the top of my lungs but not one soul could hear…

Help me, please help me but a silent scream would only reverberate from the debts of my heart

Where did these screams go?

Dancing in the church houses, often singing, drinking, at the pubs…. Pillar to post… meeting men or women at the clubs,

 Coast to every coast

Wasted degrading lives…

Still no one…. would dare to hear…

You hurt me when you touched my innocence… didn’t even think twice when you tampered with my life

So pay close attention listen to the silence when you enter a relationship

Listen to the silence while on the bus or train, when your children rebel or seclude in a shell …

 And when you see you neighbor close their doors their lives and smile

Listen to the silent screams…

Keeping "Christ" in Christmas

Keep Christ in Christmas

If Christ is in the Christmas than why think just about your selves…

Making plans, Santa demands but inwardly secluding the Son on a shelf…

Not about the rush and dashing through the snow the foolish spending and where does all your money go…

Sleigh bells ringing the annoying elve’s singing ho ho  because we got all your doe..

If Christ was in your Christmas you would remember the purpose and the plan to redeem you from your sin …. the gift of Salvation… The peace on earth good will to all throughout the Land

Merry Christmas to all

Nothing, Absolutely nothing...

Nothing, Absolutely nothing!

What is this life but a deep wide indentation of sorrows a holding partition waiting for the end of the conclusion…

Smiling faces, loveless races….too few travels boring, boring oh so complacent….!

Should have been handed a map to avoid all these mistakes the wasting  precious dam time nothing but a stupid trap…

Worn Tears down the years wish I could’ve retrieved them and not have really cared!

Many walk right past me and not have had a clue about sensitivity, my pain….I guessed they could of cared less….for nothing in it to gain…

If one could only know that underneath all the dust that they walk on every-day is a human being bewailing screaming save me…

Masculine ebony running after worldly acceptable pearls

Cruelty unfairness left along, misunderstood because of the hood….

Outburst in the city is just for a prince someone to get their attention… not one celebration,  even honorable mention

Forgotten in the hole echoing silent night…

No one coming to her rescue no one giving her any light of understanding

A punishment isolation from being normal don’t even think about formal a gown….

They ask a question what are you so tired of I answer nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing….. 


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What did I do to deserve all this…

What did I do to deserve all this…

 I am not the type to kick agianst the golden bricks that Dorothy walked on…

But oh how I was tempted to steal a few just to buy my way out of the Recession that everybody is screaming about…

All this to do… some are not even feeling the pinch mean while bragging about how they got over…. But my soul look back….

And I am still here trying to bring the meat to the end…

What gives…all this selfishness The question really asks who really gives …to care about someone else other than themselves

Vantity, vanity…  The hoarding and all the religious insanity…

Do we all live next to each other on the same planet or is there some type of 


portal to favor the people that you only like in your egocentric materialistic world…

Singing Jesus is the Center of my Joy just to feed the soul what it wants boy oh boy oh boy...

Aint that a blip to have to hear the continuous condemnation and all their lip…. She must of sinned

But  you really don’t know how I live…

Ask  The Three J’s Job, Joseph,  and Jesus…. guilty by the religious 
standards until proven by God to be innocent…

But this too will past

When the Milk gets spoiled

When the Milk gets spoiled watch out…

Parents aught a know that it is difficult to undo the damage when the milk gets spoiled …

Especially when you leave it out too long…

Sitting on the table waiting for somebody else to do the job of putting it away….

The floor gets dirty when the occupants the little stranger’s that pay no mind, no rent with no concern, that make plenty of cents yet leave the residue of waste for the maid to pick it up…

But they say she’s been off… her rocker for years waiting for a prince or somebody to put her back on track…

What they need is a good ole fashioned smack….for all this rebellion is mere child’s play not a tough act that anyone wants to follow….For I know this to be a fact…

The more I give the more they take away my ump…

My God this feel likes the scraping from the bottom of my blue canvas shoes….

Another, load of crap my own children have run me to my knees….

Just another angry black girl...

Just another angry black girl….. a short story of (somebody else’s drama)

Today was a really bad day and I don’t mean hair day cause this young black girl was looking fly and Goldie locks had nothing on me ….

On the E train with my mom…sitting still while assessing the environment….my mom always taught me to dress appropriately because sometimes it could be a little cold filled with ancient hatred that had nothing to do with me…

We were separated on our journey not just because of our dispute earlier but because there was only one seat available so I did the proper thing and she sat down…

I continued to Look out of the windows, the tunnels of seemingly endless darkness until the conductor finally announced W 4^th street. Where I would connect with my final destination….

In an instant there was an altercation on the platform…a woman tripped, and fell….I dare not say by who because I grew weary of the rudeness in the subway system…

This image of a human being…. pushed my mother…

Viewing her pushed into so many…unfortunate situations….being a single mother, broken hearted, financial ruin…dispossessed from her hopes and dreams… I just wasn’t taking anymore

….My breaking point the camel that broke the horses back and I retaliated pushing back…

Not saying a word because I knew that if I spoke I would be labialized as just another angry black girl…

who would believe my side of the story so I silently walked away as the woman laying down screamed profanity at me and my mother…

All I could say in my heart was God forgive Me for being just another angry black girl…

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The Final Chapter

The Final Chapter

Woke up this morning made this quality decision… packed my boxes while discarding all of my outdated weighty baggage… yes I closed the book  not even paying the late fees that connected me with all this drama for  this chapter is finally over …. No evil stares today pressed the elevator button with the up arrow it was time to move on…. Up to the next level to tread upon and ride upon all the clouds that kept me down disabling me from being me, myself and I … ya it was me in motion…!

Forgetting on purpose to check my mail told the carrier of bad news that I have relocated unto my destiny no forwarding address required… au revoir derchi,  chow… let the door hit you where the good lord …

My past in a different state no longer the next door neighbor visiting me daily for a cup of Joe to reflect on what hits a nerve or floats my bubble… Drove in my car made a sharp swift curve right into my prolonged future…at a golden age fed up of being coached whether I like my eggs over easy or simply just poached…

Countless years to get to this stage, but made my entrance arriving on time….. coming to this conclusion it’s over the final chapter…. How to Say goodbye to a broken heart…!  

Written and Copyrighted ©November 30 2010  by Valerie Miller