by redclay | Jan 14, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
The Unknown
Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
My insecurities got me stressed
because in certain areas I wasn’t blessed.
Stuck wondering why me and how I got caught up in such a mess.
He loves me, He loves me I keep telling myself
yes, yes oh yes.
Yet his actions speak loudly
if only he would verbalize his feelings to eliminate my distress.
Why so cruel?
Why ever so rude?
What did I do? Why me?
Why did you make me the fool?
Beautiful Beautiful Blessing are those words no longer true.
My eyes are closed
kiss my forehead, take away the pain
please don’t leave me stained.
You hurt me, I hurt you,
I hurt you, you hurt me.
I thought those days were over finished through.
IF I’m dreamin please wake me
please wake me
cause I know I have to be mistaken
or no longer sober.
I fought for you, you fought for me,
we fought each other only to discover that you love me,
and I love you, we love we, so why can’t we be?
Do you no longer love we?
Do you no longer love me?
Answer me
I’m pleading with you and I only want what’s true.
Don’t leave me hanging like I’m a sudden stranger.
See my anger had me hostile
my true feelings had me feeling like a child.
I didn’t know how to be that statue and stand proud.
So I took it way back to love taps,
for lack of a better way to express my true thoughts.
Now today I’m sad and stuck wondering how?
Why me?
Don’t you love me?
I hope you didn’t add a she to replace little ole me,
and if so you and she could never be we.
With all sincerity I hope you’re happy
just please don’t forget to love me.
by redclay | Jan 9, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
The Choice Is Yours
Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
I cried so many tears,
I have no more
I just fold.
Put trust in filthy people
that my heart it’s so cold.
You win some and you lose some
knowledge wisdom it’s gold.
Expand your mind to ease your time
for peace you unload.
Pray for the best expect some mess,
that’s just how it goes.
IF you’re loved they hate
just find some faith and pray
your soul stuck in a cell
I think its hell,
I’m desperate it shows.
No friends, no visits, no fam,
no money no hope for unknown.
But still I try to hold my head
cause only God knows.
When in distress I know I’m blessed
I breathe and let go.
Thought you was me and I was you
together were’ bold.
But you hate me and I love you
why ever so cold.
My down-fall was a dollar but a dollar was pleasing,
it had my back it kept me smack on pace and from freezing.
I found the piece which lead to peace
my puzzle is golden.
In forgiveness there is power,
for my power I’ve chosen
sometimes it’s best to let go give
so that the humble can live.
For a fool is just a fool who claim the wise looking in none is chosen.
No man is righteous for he is lifeless.
But through the son and faith alone
His grace His mercy was shown.
It’s up to you the choice is yours.
With that knowledge I’m gone.
by redclay | Jan 2, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
No Place Like Home
Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
I remember plenty nights all I wanted was you.
Couldn’t explain deep inside so I become a young fool.
Kicking, scratching, biting, punching
determined never to lose.
You was all I ever had the only person I knew.
You was my pride and joy
that sunshine that never fades forget the clouds and the storms.
I remember crystal clear the day the glass was broken
shattered home, shattered dreams words left unspoken.
I never knew that one event would change my life forever.
If I could do it all over, I’ll take my beatings with pleasure.
The disconnect it runs deep so steep,
my heart steel body aching,
mind racing
mixed up and confused.
Every night I close my eyes I pray I wake up home
but reality sit in everything that glitters ain’t gold.
Not saying you was right, not saying I was wrong
the underlining truth is there’s no place like home.
Praying and wishing
wishing and praying
that you rescue me from this zone.
Thoughts consumed with the evil and so much rage.
Only wanting you, for you were supposed to shelter me from the storm.
Out on my own needing protection from the cold cruel world
or did I need protection from myself?
Did I corrupt this broken little girl.
by redclay | Jan 2, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Love
Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
When it rain it pours,
often mistaken for lust with no trust.
Fearful yet so thoughtful and selfish
all in one.
Deliberate obsession unknowingly repuviate hate to the upmost
with a nearly invisible line between the two
so pure yet extremely confusing
which leads to conflicted confrontation holding on for dear life.
For it must endure.
Give and take, give and take so it’s hard to ignore
but what do you do when enough is enough
and there’s no more.
Do you continue to live a life every day asking why?
Or do you take a stand and hold his hand
because deep inside that’s your man.
Do you take the storm with the rain or continue to live in shame.
Can you place your pride to the side
cause before the paint here was trust and no lie.
To be or not to be.
by redclay | Jan 2, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Diagnose
Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
OD, PTSD, bipolar, anxiety, and depression
that’s what they label me as.
In need of a hug and respect
is what I label me as.
Betrayal and defeat
body extremely weak.
Head pounding heart aching body shaking mind racing
in need of a fix
a high that make me feel like I can fly,
fly far away to the point of no return. Beat beat beat the sound slowly fades away
to the unknown faint cries and pleas asking why?
But my cries were never heard
so let the dearly beloved depart.
Every face has a mask and an unknown mission
that create or resolve an underlying issue
so no need to revive just let go slowly
but for some reason the heart won’t quit
and instead only keep living on slowly.
She loves me she loves me not.
He loves me or maybe not
oh why oh why must I continue to suffer
but constantly surviving my every day struggles.
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