At the age of nine I experienced something that no child should ever endure. It was at that time I discovered my gift for writing.
I am the only girl in my family with five brothers. My father died when I was thirteen years old and my mother has been my rock. She has inspired many of my writings.
I am the mother of a beautiful little girl who has also inspired my new outlook on ... more »
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Lorna Gero Poems
To That Black Man
We love you even though sometimes you don’t deserve it. We are your friends, your sisters, your girlfriends, your wives.
His heartaches his soul whimpers the look of helplessness a gasping breath of anxiety.
The Writing On The Paper
It was not a message left from someone for me or a phone number that I've been meaning to call.
A gathering of many woman, men, children. A spot where they come to reflect, cry, or share
Longing To Be Loved
I trusted you as I have not trusted anyone. I confess to you how I felt and you in return led me to believe you felt the same.
Lost in the wilderness on a dark night. You try to find a opening where there is light.
A Moment Like This
A moment like this has been deemed a once in a life time experience. However I have felt similiar feelings, dreamt similiar dreams, thought the
Place In This World
Our hearts sadden as we read about the troubled times of years ago. Our eyes fill with tears as we watch movies of the brutal lives blacks once
We Are The Same
I present to you a woman who wishes she were not judged by the color of her skin and the clothes she wears.
Getting Over You
Getting over you has been the hardest thing I had to do. You are what fairy tales call “a dream come true.”
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To That Black Man
We love you even though sometimes
you don’t deserve it.
We are your friends, your sisters, your girlfriends,
You lack what we as black women need
the most, respect.
We are struggling ourselves everyday
as we try to overcome the abuse
we have suffered, the love we have lost
and the “thank you’s” we have seldom heard.
You, black male should be our shelters
from the storms of discrimination, our
shields in the battle of abuse and not the
water in the wells in which we feel
we are drowning.