Michelle Chargualaf Poems

Remember where you came from.
Remember where you have been.
Remember whom you have encountered.
Remember whom you have known,
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If I were a poet I…I would write from my subconscious until words magically formed into verses.

If I were a poet…I would not have any formal training or prior knowledge of how to arrange words in such a way.
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I am a babe yet, I am an elder…

I am pure yet, I am corruption…
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If only the world could see things through my eyes…
Trusting in others would never harm you and even strangers would help a person in need.

If only the world could see things through my eyes…
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Tormented, frustrated and tired, I look to faith to drive me forward.
I sit insecure, yet hopeful that I will joyously witness the promises of tomorrow.
The ever so powerful Lord, will He acknowledge me, and bless my existence.
I am, after all, just one of many crabs here, and we often hide from others out of fear.
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I never knew the day I first met you that we would end up becoming so close.
Somehow between talking politics and having casual conversation, I discovered you were a very special person.
So special, in fact, that when I was having a bad day I reached out to you and you made my day bright again.
Dining at your restaurant has now become part of my routine…simply because I enjoy the pleasure of your company.
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How is it when I am with you, I can never seem to get close enough to you?
Because I never knew you knew me.

Why do I want to make love to you every time I caress your body?
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It never ceases to amaze me as I speed down the isles of the grocery store that other people are moving at virtually a stand still. I wonder to myself…how long do they actually spend shopping if they are all moving at such a slow pace? Me? I race up and down all of the ilses throwing things in the cart and it still takes me an hour to fill my basket. Therefore, if it takes me one hour, does it mean it takes them five or six to fill theirs? I do not know. All I know is I am always having near misses with their carts and they all seem to look at me as strangely as I view them.

So then I think about it on a little deeper level. I am really picky about my produce. Therefore, I seem to spend a lot more time selecting the freshest fruits and vegetables. I am the same way with my meats, not to mention I am a comparison shopper, so that takes a little while longer to shop for too. But in all fairness, just think about it…look at how much choice there is only while shopping in a grocery store! ! ! What type of cereal do you need? Hot? Cold? High Fiber? Low Sodium? Bran Flake? Kid’s Cereal? Low Sugar? Fruit Added? Granola? How about a cereal bar instead? And that is just cereal! ! ! You basically have as many crazy choices for any other product that the store has to offer you! ! !
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I gave my love to you unconditionally and you betrayed it.

How is it you could have done this to me?
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Who I never wanted to be…
a cynic,
an instigator,
an attacker,
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