The Unknown

by | 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.

Love

by | 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.