As a child I had no voice Because children were seen And not heard But I had words And paper and pen Became my friends And to this day We're just as close As we were then Simona A. Brinson
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When night falls The darkness calls Her out by name Reminding her of the shame Heaved upon her By a predator She closes her eyes And comes to realize That she's on a head trip And has taken ownership Of his guilt and depravity His turpitude and inhumanity She opens her eyes And with conviction decides To relinquish the lies She kept bottled inside For fear of the world's reproach But now with boldness, she optimistically approached The nigh shores of freedom No longer the victim She closes her eyes And without compromise She ends the head trip And surrenders ownership Of the guilt and shame Cause she wasn’t to blame For his lack of humanity Turpitude or depravity Now when night falls And the darkness calls Her out by name She defiantly proclaims Her liberty From captivity Simona A. Brinson
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On February 15th my brother died Hanging from the Tree of Suicide No longer able to mask the pain Or deal with his burden’s heavy strain His burden not easy, his yoke too tight He took a rope, thin and slight And fastened it to that Unassuming Tree In his quest to be set free I hope he found the Freedom he sought That couldn’t be attained through the drugs he bought Maybe the only Freedom he could see Was hanging from a limb on that Lychee Nut Tree Simona A. Brinson
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For immediate help If you're feeling overwhelmed by thoughts of not wanting to live or you're having urges to attempt suicide, get help now. Call a suicide hotline. In the U.S., call or text 988 to reach the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline, available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Or use the Lifeline Chat at 988lifeline.org/chat/. Services are free and confidential. If you’re a U.S. veteran or service member in crisis, call 988 and then press 1, or text 838255. Or chat using veteranscrisisline.net/get-help-now/chat/. The Suicide & Crisis Lifeline in the U.S. has a Spanish language phone line at 1-888-628-9454. Call 911 in the U.S. or your local emergency number immediately.
In the silence of night My brother died Hanging from the tree Of suicide Alone and dejected A lost soul rejected Consumed by his plight He gave up the fight Simona A. Brinson
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Your words
They do not move me
Though they appear
Strong and true
My heart finds them
A bit askew
Debatable and often moot
Because you actions
Tell the truth
Simona A. Brinson
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My love has no disguise Or nefarious intent It travels a straight line It is neither broken nor bent No contingency or condition I give it freely To the one whom I love I give it completely Simona A. Brinson
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What is it that has the power To subdue the impregnable heart? I say it be love above all else For the nature of love Was in the BEGINNING When God created Adam In his image Yes, it be love That subdues the impregnable heart! For the nature of love Was in the END When God forsook his only Son That we may live Simona A. Brinson
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Silent screams resonate
Through the night
But no one takes heed
To this soul in need
Or cares about his plight
Alone and dejected
A lost soul rejected
On the verge of
Giving up the fight
Simona A. Brinson
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Storms rage from deep within Calm seas rise My eyes well with tears And the room fills with muted cries In the silence of night As I sit alone In the eye of the 'cane The calm before the storm Tears fall like sprinkled rain In the silence of night The rain then turns to fury As CAT5 winds begin to blow But there's no one around to hear So no one else will know What goes on In the silence of night Simona A. Brinson
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