Marie WardAlonge
Marie WardAlonge Poems
Please, don't come up in my face
With your words of disgrace.
Saying, I act like I am White.
Please, go do something constructive-like take a hike.
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A father she had loved but never seen.
A picture sent by him when she was in her teens.
A physical feature she had from his genes
She heard people say she had to be his.
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I have a mirror.
I look in it everyday.
Sometimes, it's not what I want to see.
Instead, it's what I want to be.
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I have loved you by fate.
My longing for you grows by what I anticipate.
I dare to hold my breath when you walk through that door.
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I don't know why you didn't show any interests in your child.
I remember her having big dreams with those lonely brown eyes.
You never once took her to see your world.
You just left her to be a lost little girl.
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Grandmother asked us to go to the store quick.
She needed her daily fix.
She wanted her L&M cigarettes.
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One day we were laughing
The next day we were not.
I heard my friend had been shot.
We were just little girls.
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You were a poet before I knew
Writing would be my dream.
I was in love with you.
I wanted to be your queen.
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It was a time of unrest the sixties did bring.
A man of faith did have a dream.
As the Motown Sound played in many mother's home,
Their sons were in Vietnam, where the fight by us would never be won.
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He knew the family well.
He was considered a trusted friend.
He fooled them all with his devious plan.
He turned out not to be a decent man.
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To all the ones I have tried to make friends
But later discovered you didn't have a good heart in the end.
This is what I remembered you said:
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Yes, it's true.
I don't know everything.
However, I do know some things.
I believe no one on this earth knows everything.
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He stands in the wake of making what's wrong right.
He is a man of essence, unconventional wisdom-strong family convictions.
Those around him strive to do better.
He is our inspiration.
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His boldness, his unbridled expressions-he exudes with confidence.
I am inspired but yet, lost-lost in all his splendors.
Will he hold me captive forever?
Time knows, I say.
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He smiles but with many faces.
His persona is hidden in different places.
A work of art is he.
He seeks and attaches, conquers, and makes you believe.
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Her love, it flowed through all who met her.
Her simple kindness, it was as long as a river with no ending.
Her laugh was with mischief and delight.
With twinkles in her eyes, she would have won your heart at first sight.
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No more do I stand alone,
Then yesterday our woes belong.
No more greater my eyes have seen,
Every day we can pretend.
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To be your girl,
Baby, it would make my world.
To constantly feel your touch,
It would mean so much.
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I remember when we first met.
You were curious.
I was not in love, yet.
We talked about things we believed.
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The Best Poem Of Marie WardAlonge
My Blackness
Please, don't come up in my face
With your words of disgrace.
Saying, I act like I am White.
Please, go do something constructive-like take a hike.
I am aware of my Blackness.
Don't get mad because I don't talk like you,
Nor Peggy Sue,
Or that kangaroo too.
Just go away,
Even for a day.
Leave me alone with my Blackness.
Stop trying to refine my nose.
So you can go,
"See, I told you so."
Let me be.
Don't try to define me.
Let me view my Blackness.
I don't jump too high
Just because you sigh.
I do some things at my own pace.
Give me my space.
Please, make room for my Blackness.
Don't "continue" to ask me where I am from, originally.
That sounds nosy to me.
If you just making conversation, let's talk sports.
You don't need to know my family tree or my co-horts.
I know who I am.
Do you know who you are?
Good. That's smarts.
Have a heart.
I am in touch with my Blackness.
Hey, stop staring at my food.
I find it crude.
How can you be so rude?
You have your plate.
When coming to these pot lucks,
I may not participate.
Please, don't hate.
Why should you care if I like pinto beans
Or English peas?
Get away.
Let me enjoy my Blackness.
I wear my hair in braids
Not because it's the latest craze.
So, I can be on time and still get paid
And every once awhile, still get laid.
I am woman but I need my Blackness.
Don't try to speak for me
By saying this is want I mean...
Let me tell you,
I know what I mean and I mean what I say.
I don't need your translation to plow my way.
I believe you understand, my Blackness.
When I take a moment to rub my eyes,
Don't despise.
Please don't say, "Look at me when I am talking."
Sorry supervisor but say that again
And I am walking.
I shall let you and H.R. deal with my Blackness.
Don't get me mad and when I react,
You want me to lower my tone.
You won't admit it but you were in the wrong.
So, when I take a stand,
Don't expect me to sing and dance.
It's better for you
To keep me happy within my Blackness.
Stop changing my name
To fit your game.
It should be pronounce the way
It is spell on my I.D.
However, that's for me to see.
Speak my Blackness.
When I pray,
It could be everyday.
So what?
That's just my spiritual Blackness.
I don't smoke weed
Nor grow the poppy seed.
I try to do good deeds
And not only because of my creed.
Baby, I am cool-into my Blackness.
For writing this poem,
It is not about race.
I have to inform.
You may wonder what is my excuse?
I don't have one but let me make one up for you...
I love My Blackness.
Marie WardAlonge Comments
Nice, those words seem sincere.yes, we may not be the best, but that does not mean, we're the worst.we must only to try our best to be the best among the rest, then we can get a good harvest, just be always in the contest :)
Marie WardAlonge Quotes
Everyone has flaws....some more than others.
If I take credit for everything people stated I did or said, I would be either crazy or rich....I would rather be the latter.
Some people may say I am paranoid....If I believe that, I would be paranoid.
Don't believe it when someone tells you that you don't have a personality; Everyone has one...several, in some cases.
'I am a Southern girl with a Midwestern connection. So when people tell me I have an accent, I tell them, 'So does almost everyone in America.''
In reference to personal issues, I refuse to say I have made mistakes....However, I will say I have made some bad 🙅 decisions.
I am not crazy. However, all my life, I have been around people who have done and said some crazy things.
My revenge....is my pen. That's my outlet. Healed!
Okay...let me understand. You want me to clean the house, cook everyday, wash the clothes, have and raised the kids, smile and be thankful, pay the bills, don't ever get tired, and work two jobs if needed, and still be a loving wife and mother? Well, I said I wanted to be your Super Woman, not Superman!
I love myself like you love yourself.
No matter how you may believe you are better than someone when coming to social status, there's always someone who believes they are better than you. Discrimination is useless.
You are not my first love...I won't lie. However, I will say you are my greatest love.
Everyone just can't be crazy; Some are just evil while the rest is perhaps, confused. However, who really knows?
Sometimes completing the smallest of commitments is an inspiration to one aspiring to complete the largest of commitments.
When friends and family ask you how are you doing and you tell them. Then they say, 'Try not to talk about it-you may speak it into existence.' You look at them with amazement and say, 'It's already a reality-it's called a pre-existing condition! '
Two bulls were trotting to the State Fair one day to meet up with their owner for an exhibition. One of the bulls was named Lee and the other bull was named Pinkie. Lee was young and frisky who enjoyed stopping and playing games every two minutes at Pinkie's expense. Pinkie was older and worn out from going to these exhibitions yearly. Pinkie just wanted to get to his destination, do what he had to do and be done with it. He told Lee so. However, Lee wasn't trying to hear any of this from Pinkie and continued to run around in circles at Pinkie, laughing as Pinkie was trying to walk his path and calling Pinkie old. So during another two minutes of Lee running around Pinkie in circles, Pinkie stopped abruptly and started chewing on Lee's ass. Lee cried out in pain and asked Pinkie why he did this? Pinkie said, 'You have your games- so do I.' The moral of this story- be careful of whom you play games with- because they may come back and bite you in the ass.
Having a Southern background, I grew up with people stating certain quips and sayings on education and common sense, while I watched them contradict themselves all over the place as they attempted to compare me while some kept doing what they wanted. Well, here is my saying to them. 'Have the education and common sense to stop acting silly because I haven't done anything more or less than you have, ' as my grandmother concurred. Dare to dream and act upon your dreams instead of listening to sayings and being afraid to try. You define you not other people's sayings.
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2/20/2026 1:07:36 PM # 1.0.0
Nice poem! Go Lakers!