Everything she does is correct Insignificant She doesn’t pick fights Or insight riots No nation is declaring war over her She is modest, kind, and quiet She doesn’t advocate for herself She doesn’t haggle Insignificant She isn’t rude or belligerent She goes with the flow She suffers in silence She’s modest, kind, and quiet InsignificantContinueContinue reading “Not so Insignificant original poem by Coletha Albert”
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Sunday People by Coletha Y. Albert
People look different today than in the past. They look more palatable than in the past. People of the past were ruggedly built with strong, dense skeletons. I think it was their diet don’t you? Their food was not engineered in a laboratory was it? Photo by Alex Azabache on Pexels.com Photo by Arralyn on Pexels.com PhotoContinueContinue reading “Sunday People by Coletha Y. Albert”
The Snow and Me and My Flat Tire – An Original Poem
I love to write. I love to sing. I love writing poetry and taking pictures. I love love. I love my family. I love my life. It’s been a journey filled with all the aspects of any valuable jewels. Even in darkness, my life has reflected “the light”. – Coletha Yvette Albert
WGA returns to work tomorrow
Willie Mae through Time
I love you Willie Mae. You are unforgotten. I respect you. I understand.
You: Original Poem by Coletha Albert
To every Soul that loves me – know that I love you too!
Review: The Son
The Son” also touches on the feral cleverness of some people with mental illness and their skill at finding the right vulnerable places to distract us from seeing what’s going on with them or insisting on treatment…
Baby Daddy: Original poem by Coletha Albert
Photo by Elina Fairytale on Pexels.com Photo by Felix Adams on Pexels.com Photo by August de Richelieu on Pexels.com Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com Photo by MART PRODUCTION on Pexels.com Photo by Rowlandzy on Pexels.com Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Photo by 3Motional Studio on Pexels.com Photo by Monstera on Pexels.com Photo byContinueContinue reading “Baby Daddy: Original poem by Coletha Albert”
Somebody is Home: Poem by Coletha Albert
James came over to reach out to a daughter Somebody is home and he’s a father James she doesn’t want to talk to you He was told by the mother “I don’t want him in the house…” Said the mother “Get off my porch!” Shouted the mother James was breaking down the door Every oneContinueContinue reading “Somebody is Home: Poem by Coletha Albert”
Almost: Poem by Coletha Albert
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