This is 4 Everyone  

4biddenlove4us 49F
262 posts
5/24/2006 11:03 pm

Last Read:
6/24/2006 12:33 am

This is 4 Everyone

This poem is for all the hustlers, rump shakers, single mothers, single fathers, welfare workers, bus drivers, car wash workers, delivery workers, major league all-stars, wannabe all-stars, clergymen, nuns, bums, knives, and wives.
This is for all the sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers, aunts, and uncles, cousins, and lovers, that first sunrise, that first kiss, that oh my god what's that, that, that, that, that first love, that second love, and third and forth and so on and so on and so on love.
This is for those who can only dream, those who could only speak, those who could only see, those who could only breath and vise versa.
This is for that last piece of chicken everybody wants, that feeling of pleasure after 5 hours with your lover, that crazy man that hangs around the corner, that one roach that just won't die, that girl who just won't give you the time or day, that brother who just won't quit.
This is for all the black slaves, Holocaust victims, World War 1 and 2 soldiers, and 911 victims.
This is for that little girl out there who just wants her mother, that little boy who just wants to be like his father.
This is for all the children who were taken from their homes, and all the children who found their way home.
This is for all the summer loves, break ups, make ups, and puppy loves.
This is for all the cold winters, summer heats, and springtime showers.
This is for all the NBA, and WNBA ballers, all the NHL and NFL players.
This is for all the teachers, preachers, monks, and ordain ministers.
This is for the railroad workers, cab drivers, ice cream truck workers, hotel workers, insurance workers, stockbrokers, and lawyers.
This is for the poets, the musicians, the mathematicians, and pediatricians.
This is for that odor you can't stand from garbage in the heat, the music you hear as you're walking down the street, and the morning twilight as it changes to a starry night.
This is for the ones that are missed but aren't forgotten, and the ones who are true heroes but aren't acknowledged.
This is for the weak, the meek, and physically petit, the strong, the honorable, and somewhat wise.
This is for everything that I might not have mentioned.
But above all this is for my Savior, for with out Him there would be nothing and that is why this
poem
is
for'
I say no more!


ThaRealLiv 43M

6/3/2006 4:44 am

No one is a savior alone. I nearly died out there, but you've saved me.


ThaRealLiv 43M

6/3/2006 4:45 am

Who will save us?


4biddenlove4us replies on 6/3/2006 5:51 am:
How about we do it together?????

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