NELSON MARRERO

MY LIFE FEELS LIKE IT'S CURSED






Why am I always the victim?

I try and escape but the memories won’t let me
Am I here to be lost and not find my true purpose?
Or is this the life my misfortune has chosen?

It’s not my fault
They continue to tell me
But my life does not change
So why don’t they help me

To reach for my future and release this inside me
‘Cause my time is wasting
at least that’s what they tell me

Is my life a curse?
Or is it just my surroundings
If I move from this place
Will the pain
Will it still find me?
If I change my appearance and take these scars from my face
Will this creature inside me disappear from this place?

If I lose all my habits and forget all the shame
Will this beast that has found me
Leave and just go away
No… this is his mission
He’s after my soul and where did he start this
In a place I called home

But it was more like a nightmare
Why didn’t they wake me?

And now when I ask
Nobody will face me …..

Is it because they believe
That somehow I deserved this

I can’t really tell
‘Cause all I see is their weakness


Every where that I go
It always pursues me
In the bathroom
The kitchen
And even the hallway

This curse follows me all around like it owns me

But what can I say
About the ones who disowned me
They gave me a reason to fight and oppose them
‘Cause I finally realize I was letting them own me

So I close my eyes
To forget my misfortune

And wonder why
I was not an abortion

It would have been better
Than this life of distortion

I know I’m the victim
But does that mean I’m worthless

So now I stand here
My life in caution
Slowly taking each day
With exhaustion
Really just waiting
For all of them to be done
Need to get to the finish
‘Cause I feel like I’m done.

(c)2010 Nelson Marrero

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W.A.

THE BIG APPLE





There’s a lot to say for LA
And San Francisco gets a yea
Cheers for Boston and Dallas too
And San Diego has a view
Lots of cities come to mind
Where living is mighty fine
But for the very best, no need to grapple
Hands down it’s our Big Apple!

(c)2010 W.A.

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A. SUPREME

LOVE WITH NO CONDITIONS









I love my car
She never leaves me
Never asks where I’ve been
Or where I’m going
Or how long I’m gonna be gone
Always stays right where I put her
Until I return
And doesn’t complain
Just opens up and lets me in
And we start again
Wherever we left off.

(c)2010 A. Supreme

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EVE HALL

A BAD DAY, A GOOD NIGHT









Working hard all day; rough hands, tired feet.
The phone rings, upset voices.
Stressful work conditions.
Starved, almost lunchtime.
Food comes, server plops it on my table.
Do not want to go off on her,
Like I did the other day.
Home at last, slippers waiting for me.
My bath water running; bubbles everywhere
You lying in bed, looking like, Adonis.
You beckon me to come near, my towel drops.
A bad day, turns into a good night.

(c)2010 Eve Hall

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