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332PITS.COM contains excerpts of poetry
from poets, unpublished and published,
who have agreed to let 332PITS.COM to
use their work(s) without compensation of
any kind. The author(s) of the
aforementioned work(s) has signed a
waiver in agreement to those terms. The
blog excerpts are taken from The Power
of Words -aharrel.blogspot.com
The acronym, PITS, originally meant
Poetry In The Sity with a slang spelling
for city because poetry is a small part of
this web-site purpose for being.
CONTACT US
332PITS.COM
926 E. Cone Blvd.
Greensboro, N.C. 27405
PH: 1.800.572.8821
E-mail: Mr.Harrell@332pits.com
332PITS.COM contains excerpts of poetry
from poets, unpublished and published,
who have agreed to let 332PITS.COM to
use their work(s) without compensation of
any kind. The author(s) of the
aforementioned work(s) has signed a
waiver in agreement to those terms. The
blog excerpts are taken from The Power
of Words -aharrel.blogspot.com
The acronym, PITS, originally meant
Poetry In The Sity with a slang spelling
for city because poetry is a small part of
this web-site purpose for being.
CONTACT US
332PITS.COM
926 E. Cone Blvd.
Greensboro, N.C. 27405
PH: 1.800.572.8821
E-mail: Mr.Harrell@332pits.com
We
We were there for you when your family turned it’s back on you, laid down tracks of lies
like the tracks of an unfinished song.
We were there for you when your pops denied you the love of a baby girl; when your
lifestyle didn’t fit his perfect world.
We were there for you when your tears glowed like a firefly’s light in the darkness of your
tiny bedroom. We were there for you when thought you were all alone.
We were there for you when your name was screamed but your voice wasn’t heard. When
only angels heard your words.
We were there for you when thoughts of suicide ran through your mind like angry pit bulls;
when depression made you walk through life blind and no love you could find.
We were there for you when love finally found you on a two-way street not a lonely highway.
We were there for you when his family loved like one of there own; when his dad told you,
“Like a daughter you are too me.”
We were there for you when his mom’s told you, “ I know your life’s been hard child. Come
rest your head upon my heart.”
We were there for you when your voice was heard and your name became his name; when
love showered you like gentle rain.
We were there with you when his little girl from a love lost first called you, “mommy”.
We were there for you through the good and bad times; we are the angels and with you, we
will always be.
A.Harrell
Open Your Eyes and Listen
©2008
We were there for you when your family turned it’s back on you, laid down tracks of lies
like the tracks of an unfinished song.
We were there for you when your pops denied you the love of a baby girl; when your
lifestyle didn’t fit his perfect world.
We were there for you when your tears glowed like a firefly’s light in the darkness of your
tiny bedroom. We were there for you when thought you were all alone.
We were there for you when your name was screamed but your voice wasn’t heard. When
only angels heard your words.
We were there for you when thoughts of suicide ran through your mind like angry pit bulls;
when depression made you walk through life blind and no love you could find.
We were there for you when love finally found you on a two-way street not a lonely highway.
We were there for you when his family loved like one of there own; when his dad told you,
“Like a daughter you are too me.”
We were there for you when his mom’s told you, “ I know your life’s been hard child. Come
rest your head upon my heart.”
We were there for you when your voice was heard and your name became his name; when
love showered you like gentle rain.
We were there with you when his little girl from a love lost first called you, “mommy”.
We were there for you through the good and bad times; we are the angels and with you, we
will always be.
A.Harrell
Open Your Eyes and Listen
©2008
