Friday, January 1, 2021





Homeless, tired, worn out, no food, no life.

A dooms end, but Why me? Why not me?

Yes I search for a better life.

I want to see places to enjoy.

A house, a car, only dreams, shattered dreams.

But I see the visions, faded visions.

WOW!! that smell, something cooking.

Belly boiling, nothing inside.

I had it all and threw it away.

The crumbs on the ground is my best friend.

I am so happy to see them.

The streets know my name.

I am friends with the seasons.

Friends with the night skies, day skies.

Even the butterflies, birds and bees say hi.

I suffered, I cried my pain away.

My comfort, oh yes, comfort.

An alley, filled with evil is my home.

Is it too late to hope again.

No it’s not, but what hope?

Hope to live again, hope to see a bright future?

No, it’s not happening, it never will.

I already made my bed, now I lie.

A bed of worldly transactions.

A bed of affairs and drugs.

Kids left behind they suffered.

I am paying for it now.

So why do I care to be happy.

My sins are enough to carry me.

No turning back, no change I see.

But a mirage in the distance.

Of my life, me and family.

The winds swept it away.

I am homeless, hungry and tired.

Can I get a dollar please?



Reflections in the mirror, memories past.

Camera rolls, my story, my life.

Marriage, birth of my kids, family.

I saw it all in this mirror, it doesn’t lie.

It’s me, a younger me, free spirit.

The dates, the courtship, the kiss.

That’s me, beautiful me, lovely me.

Reflections, of what could’ve been.

That me, I craved to get back.

No, I can’t it’s past it’s gone.

Not to recover, that me is lost.

Frailed, wrinkled face, not amazed.

Gray haired, old, that’s it, yes old.

Reality check, the present now.

Snap, I got lost out there some how.

A weak mind, a weak spirit.

Energy is gone, trust is broken.

Once a young heart with feelings.

Crinkled hands, and toes, no pedicures.

Time has past, to rekindle the flame.

Of a love that left my heart drained.

Didn’t live enough to enjoy my labor.

Didn’t live enough to even savor.

A dried tear marked my face.

So many tears that I have traced.

With moments that pass, my head I lift.

I still have my dignity, my voice, my rights.

I will slowly get pass this, the life that I miss.

Will linger, will stay, it’s my friend.

It will never go away, till my time.

Has come to the end.




My testimonies are my backbone.

Struggles, trials, are written in my book.

Written on my face, written all over.

Slashed, burnt, beaten and torn life paper.

Sleep is the past, dream is everlasting.

OH YES!! dream, the mind plays at night.

Like a game a game that I liked.

I prefer to dream; it takes over my thought.

Not hearing the abuse, not hearing the scream.

Prisoner, that’s what I am, trapped.

I am running in my dream to get out.

Keep running girl, the light is there.

Chains, feeling captive, must be free.

Every day is torment, Why you do this?


You keep suffering me. LET ME GO!!!

But I dream of the day to be free.

The day that I will belong, to a good life.

A good life, it’s my dream, my time.


You can’t keep me down, you are so sad.

Maybe your past was hurtful.

So you hurt others, just like you hurt me.

Who’s to blame, your poor childhood.

Mama couldn’t help you, save yourself.

Your broken past, that caused pain to others.

But I have to get out, no more stories.

No more listening to your broken record.

This is my dream, my show.

My mountains are in front of me.

I’ll overcome; you’ll see. I am strong.

And I will prove to you, that you are wrong.



LISELLE POWDER was born in the small Caribbean island of Trinidad. Born to Edwina Warner (deceased)and Bindley Powder, she is the last of six siblings. She is divorced and a mother of two daughters and a grand daughter. 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, she also writes in Ms. Edna’s Magazine called “SPEAK MAGAZINE.” and wrote her first short story titled “Teenage Mon” and her poetry book titled “Still Overcoming”. With her continuous writing, she was entered in an Anthology for the month of June of this year 2020. Liselle is also an artist and has also sold some of her work. Liselle hope one day to have her first Art Show in the near future. Liselle has come a long way and she strives to be the best of top poets and artist the world is yet to see.

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