LISELLE POWDER

LISELLE POWDER

A Mother’s Cry

I count the pennies in my pan.

Not enough to buy a bread.

I can’t bake, I never learned.

No ideas, not in my head.

Three mouths to feed, including me.

The hungry eyes that stare.

A single mother, no one to call.

The hunger pangs I bear.

Just sugar water tea.

Since morning come.

No rice, no meat, no meal.

Who can I call, to save me now.

A voice says, “I SHOULD STEAL.”

The hungry cries, is haunting me.

“Don’t cry, Don’t cry,” I say.

From my belly, I feel there pain.

I have to find a way.

I hug them tight, warm embrace.

To ease their pains and woes.

A mother’s cry, reaches out.

“LORDD!!! SAVE OUR SOULS.”

My Struggles

I stretch my hands in the air.

Towards the sky I pray.

The scorching sun ablaze on me.

Beads of Sweat, pour down my face.

My clothes all tattered and torn.

With dirt so wet a clammy stain.

Toiling hard my hands all sore.

From ploughing the field in pain.

Shoulders ache, legs all cramped.

My toes all scared and twisted.

  Bruised on every knuckle stump,

As every cut is listed.

Thirst I crave, my throat like paper.

The pain so severe.

Swallowing my saliva,

Is my only way

To pretend it’s my water.

To survive I must,

To survive my chance.

My freedom is all I have.

Dark days are becoming bright.

Because I dance and I strive.

  

My Last Chance

As I clawed my way into the dirt.

This is my only hope to get out.

Not a second wasted, “I have to be free”

Talking to myself as I moved my mouth.

The scratch, the bruises, the tears the fears.

Trapped all alone in a cave.

“Anyone can hear me?” How dumb.

How can I be save?

Be calm, be brave, you can do this.

Hunger pangs, have to ignore.

Just a little pool of water is my meal.

Tired, Sweaty, my feet are soar.

I laid back a little, my fingers hurt.

“Got to try again. I can’t give up”

I’m a survivor played in my head.

Feeling more energetic. I can’t stop.

I rushed at the dirt, digging away like crazy.

“AAAHHHH!!! I HAVE TO GET OUT.”

With tears, and a feeling of desperation.

Not noticing the crawling creatures all about.

Just then I heard someone saying.

“HELLOOOOO!!!. Is anyone trapped inside”

“YES YES YES!!” I SCREAMED.

FREEDOM!!! I thought I would’ve died.

LISELLE POWDER

LISELLE POWDER was born in the small Caribbean island of Trinidad. Born to Edwina Warner and Bindley Powder, she is the last of six siblings. She is divorced and a mother of two daughters and a granddaughter. Having migrated to the US in 2014, she decided to write poetry about her experiences coming to America. She met with Edna White an Author, and the rest was history. Liselle has written in Edna’s book “No Sweet Meat Tell Me The Truth” and contribute to the school newspaper where she works. Liselle has come a long way and she strives to be the best and top poets the world is yet to see.