Be With The One YOU Love

Are you “in love” with the one that you’re with, or did you settle? Many people are in relationships that they aren't fully committed to. On the outside, their relationship looks perfect, but on the inside, their heart belongs to somebody else.

My heart goes out to people that are in relationships and/or are married to someone because of status, family, money, etc. It must be torture to be with somebody physically, but mentally, you’re thinking of somebody else. Somebody that you TRULY wanted to be with, but you can’t.

Can you just be honest with yourself for a minute? You know that you still think about him/her. Deep down in your heart you would be with him/her if you could. You can’t and won’t get this person out of your mind. They will forever be in your heart. You sometimes fantasize about “what if.” This person was special to you, and still is. Nobody else knows your thoughts and feelings but you. You wouldn't dare speak of it to anyone.

The thought of him/her brings a smile to your face. You sometimes wish that you had the courage to do what you really wanted to do. But you’re so focused on what others will think of you.

What about YOU? Shouldn't you have the choice to be with who you want to be with? It amazes me how family can say that they love you and that they’re behind you, but if you go against the grain, they’re quick to disown you. Hmm…That’s some real food-for-thought for some of you reading this. Love is NOT controlling.

People should be able to love who they want to love. You can’t help who you fall in love with. Why should anybody have to suppress their feelings? It’s just not right.

I hope this passage helps someone out there. Be with who you want to be with. Your happiness matters. Don’t allow what others may think about you to influence your decisions. It’s YOUR life! Love, be happy, and enjoy life! We only get one life, so why waste it?

Stand up for yourself, be courageous, and most importantly of all, be truthful to yourself. Be with the one YOU love!

- Stephanie Lahart (Author & Poet) 

Stephanie Lahart Deep Slavery Poems | Poetry About Slavery

WICKED A Poem by Stephanie Lahart 

No hope, No joy, No love, No one to care for me

Broken, beaten, and mistreated

Sold to whoever could afford me

Sold like property and taken away from MY family

Lost, fearful, alone, and tormented daily.

Raped by my Master and many others too

I’m just another Nigger to be used and abused

My soul is empty

It died a long time ago

When I was taken and forced to be a slave

A slave to do whatever I was told to do.

I have no life

My life was taken away from me

That very moment when I was sold into slavery

My name was changed and I am no longer me

I am now who my Master wants me to be.

I, as a person don’t matter, but my labor does

“Go ahead girl!

Get out there and pick my cotton

Cook my food

Come lie in my bed and let me abuse your body

I OWN YOU, and I’ll do as I please!”

Keep your head down

Don’t you dare look them in the eyes

Speak when you’re told or they’ll be hell to pay

You better work hard and you’d better do right

Or you may get a visit in the middle of the night.

You better not cause any trouble

You better not say a word

You better keep your mouth closed

And do as you’re told.

Lynched, burned alive, whipped and whipped some more

Whipped ‘til my skin falls off.

Whipped to the bare bone.

Don’t try to run or you’ll get your foot chopped off

“You can’t run Nigger

I CONTROL you. I OWN you.  I PAID for you.”

Men were broken and afraid to speak up

Referred to as boys

Now isn't that some shit?

Couldn't protect or provide for their families

EVIL prevailed. BONDAGE.

Worked our men from sunrise to whenever

Backbreaking work ALL day long

Beat our men

Shackled our men

Degraded our men

Mutilated our men

Took EVERYTHING from our men.

Unable to read or write

They made sure of that

Wanted to keep us uneducated

And dependent upon them

Kept us ignorant. That was part of their plan.

Work Nigger WORK! Take care of my land.

The face of wickedness was ugly

But the sad thing about it

This was once our reality

A cold, hurtful reality

Slavery is a part of history

A history of living HELL.

Our so-called laws didn't protect us

We were just Niggers

We didn't have any rights

We didn't have a voice.

Slave breeding for YOUR profit

Raped our precious, innocent children

Tricked us and put us against one another

Light-skinned Niggers verses Dark-skinned Niggers

House-Niggers verses the Field-Niggers.

Hatred

Wickedness

Pure EVIL

We were Africans, but, because of greed,

African-Americans is what we forced to be

Kidnapped and forced to perform labor for free.

Broken families

Broken dreams

Broken promises

Broken EVERYTHING.

Written by Stephanie Lahart
California Author & Poet

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