I call her YOU.

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I call her YOU.

Her life was filled with pain, anger, and distrust. A tattered heart bleeding, her dreams turned to dust. One wonders, How ever did this one get by?' With all odds against her she sat her bar high. Her story is one we've all heard before, but if you give me a minute you'll see there's much more. Sure it's disheartening, but don't be sad, or too blue. This is a victorious story of a woman I call YOU.

Born in poverty with no father around, and a life filled with dreams not meant to leave ground. She went through her childhood living here, and then there. She wouldn't be bothered. She'd say she don't care. Her odd disposition of not having a care in the world was a necessary lie to enable this girl. She was too tough for her own good. I watched her with pride because I understood. She went through her share of ups and downs. Inside she was hurting. Her heart wore a frown.

As a woman her life had a positive change. YOU met a man and rings they exchanged. She found herself in a much better place. Laughing, and loving, with a smile on her face. They say, "all good things must come to an end." I wish I could say this wasn't true for my friend.

There were trials, and problems, and even some fights. 'Twas no verbal forgiveness before God took him one night. I bore witness to YOU and all of her pain. Inside me it lingers. My heart has been stained. I wanted to help her just to pull through, but there was nothing at all that I could do. It wasn't enough to have a bad start. God saw fit to break her dear heart. I cursed at God for what he did to YOU. I know her well, and I think she did too. I said, "Leave her alone! Just let her live! You keep taking from her. Why won't you give!?" He must've been listening even a little or some. Surely enough the best was to come.

With a hole in her heart, YOU picked up the pieces. I'm not sure, but I think she was walking with Jesus. Sometimes in our lives we have some rough spots, and we tend to dwell on all our, "have nots." But not YOU. Oh no. She just wouldn't have it. If she wants something she'll reach out and grab it. So much badness, and struggle followed with strife, but YOU cut right through it like a well sharpened knife. I came to the thought that her life was unfair. All I could do was tell YOU I care.

I'll skip ahead just a couple of years. No prayer goes unheard or falls on deaf ears. Just when I thought that God had forgot her, He blessed my friend with a beautiful daughter. I've seen them together in a picture, or two. Oh my goodness! She looks just like YOU.

I hope her child has all her moms strengths. I wish her the best and good times in the greatest of lengths. I guess it doesn't matter how we start out. It's what's up and coming that I think about.

Reincarnation? I don't know if it's true, but if it is,,,,,
,,,,when I die I want to come back as YOU.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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