The Forgiveness Poem

Okay I forgive you, yeah all of you,

You know what you did to me and my sister.

You made fun, teased and looked down upon us,

We tried to make you like us.

We were very smart, creative and often humorous,

Nothing worked.

We will never be good enough,

You were older, and experience.

Damn you should have shown some class,

Thank God, I finally wised up.

But my sister never did,

Ya’ll weren’t nobody at all.

Now most of you are dead or dying,

Some learned to hold their tongue

Some never did,

Oh, well you are forgiven whether you know it or not.

Camille's Poems

Daughter
Determine, responsible, wise, and strong
Sister of many, but none
Lover of music, credits, and little people
Feels confident, creative, and loved
Needs space, travel, and money
Gives explanation, love, and instruction
Fears being without husband and children
Would like to see laughter, happiness, and honesty
Camille J. Gadsden-Locke (July 08, 2009)

A Typical Day
Another hot, summer morning
Traffic very heavy, with a blue sky
It seems very ordinary – planes above, machines loud
Yes, another beautiful day
Camille J. Gadsden-Locke (July 13, 2009)

Camille's Journal Entry

“You Have To Write…”
To express truthfulness of what can be or has been experienced
To think about the analysis of thoughts
To question whether the information is correct or dressed
To give a thought of who, how, and where
To demonstrate a body of knowledge, perspective
To feature characterizations
You have to write
Camille J. Gadsden-Locke (June 29, 2009)

Journal Entry – On my way to class this morning, I saw the most beautiful sight…
On my way to class this morning, I saw the most beautiful sight, a father carrying his child, along with a bag of groceries, in his arms. I find this heartwarming, because many people believe that our men are irresponsible and not visible in their children lives. Nevertheless, I have witnessed many men, showing care and concern for their children, while in travel – walking, strolling, and biking. I recall an occasion, one rainy night, a young father with three very small children were waiting at the Metro Bus stop. The tree was not a suitable shelter, good thing it was not lightening. I was in disbelief of their presence. I decided to circle the block, hoping the bus had not arrived. They were there; I gave him an oversized umbrella. He smiled, and said, “thank you”.
Camille J. Gadsden-Locke (July 08, 2009)

Journal Writing: What Three Geometric Shapes Have Had A Direct Influence On Your Life?
The circle, trapezoid, and square, I suppose, have had a direct influence on my life. The circle demonstrates continuous connection to any and everything in its path. It illustrates the linkage of the beginning to the end – the function of the whole relies on each segment.
The trapezoid displays a broad base, which expands from point to point. The base is similar to the beginning, early years, and the many experiences that encountered. These experiences include many trials and errors. As one moves toward the top, the smaller space lessens, this attributes to the narrowing of choices. However, if the trapezoid is flipped, experiences may be limited in the beginning; nevertheless, there is more space to continue growth.
The square illustrates evenness on all sides. It suggests that regardless of the turns and flips made, one will always be in a firm, sturdy position.
Camille J. Gadsden-Locke (July 21, 2009)

Camille's I'm From Poem

I’m from
I’m from a place of a place
I’m from families of greatness
I’m from a separation of a region
I’m from happiness
I’m from sorrow
I’m from wonderful thoughts and strengths
I’m from a union of determination
I’m from history of hardness and slavery
I’m from great expectation
I’m from a will to learn, to help and improve
I’m from my mother, father, siblings, husband, daughter, and relatives
I’m from…
I’m me
Camille J. Gadsden-Locke (June 18, 2009)

Forgive Poem

Forgive
by,
Lisa Davenport

I cannot forgive
Forgive you, for what?
Where were you?
“I love you…you’re beautiful…you’re smart”
Words never heard
Forgive you, oh no!


Tainting our futures because you lacked
Putting him first and us last
Your selfish ways, forgive I think not
You wonder why I look at you with hate
I cannot forgive
And will never forget
Is it my words that hurt?
But these words don’t lie


I cannot forgive, I won’t forgive
For what?
Where were you?
To read to me…
Love me…
Encourage me…
Forgive and forget, I think not!

Two Voice Poem

I Am Man…I Am Woman
by,
Henry Narbay & Lisa Davenport

I am man
I am woman

I have no curves
I am built with curves

I am a provider
I am a nurturer

I am reserved with my thoughts, my needs, my wants
I am expressive with my thoughts, my needs, my wants

Tell me I am appreciated, I am needed and I’ve done well
Tell me I am beautiful, I am smart, I am sexy

With effort and time, I develop friendships
With ease I bond and develop lasting relationships

You say I don’t talk enough
You say I talk too much

Sometimes my responses is driven by reason
Sometimes my emotions drive my response

I am expected to dominate
I am told to submit

My dominance is regarded as my strength
My submissiveness is viewed as a weakness

This strength is my weakness
This weakness is my strength

I am a man, without you I am alone
I am a woman, without you I will perish

WHERE I AM FROM
by: H. Narbay

Where I am from truckloads of sawdust are welcomed like Santa Claus
Where I am from unbreakable guava trees invite children for a blissful swing
and their ripe fruits dare playful climbers to go high
Where I am from coconut branches are transformed into makeshift ski boards shrieking with innocent souls gliding down the hill.
Where I am from cattails thrive where catfish abound beguiling children for hours of fun with improvised harpoons.
Where I am from tides rise when heavy rains fall.
Where I am from sugarcane beckon my friends and I for refreshments.
Where I am from neighborhood and playground mean the same.
Where I am from toys cost nothing.
Where I am from rubber bands slither like a sidewinder in the dunes of Sahara.
Where I am from a plastic bottle of alcohol filled with marbles is a prized possession.
Where I am from tall tales are born in huddles after hours of frolic.
Where I am from is the cradle of my childhood dreams.
Where I am from is a reflection of the changing sky.