True Stories Poetry
True Stories Poetry is about the good old days and times. It makes you remember and relate to your own pass experiences and find the humor in forgotten pain or happiness. This book is a family book that speaks to every age level. True Stories is condensed down to the shortness of a poem. The poem talks about love, pain, happiness, and just the humor in everyday life. This book asks questions and has you wondering of the last time you experiences these emotions.
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True Stories Poetry
True Stories Poetry is about the good old days and times. It makes you remember and relate to your own pass experiences and find the humor in forgotten pain or happiness. This book is a family book that speaks to every age level. True Stories is condensed down to the shortness of a poem. The poem talks about love, pain, happiness, and just the humor in everyday life. This book asks questions and has you wondering of the last time you experiences these emotions.
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True Stories Poetry

True Stories Poetry

by Nicole Scott
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True Stories Poetry is about the good old days and times. It makes you remember and relate to your own pass experiences and find the humor in forgotten pain or happiness. This book is a family book that speaks to every age level. True Stories is condensed down to the shortness of a poem. The poem talks about love, pain, happiness, and just the humor in everyday life. This book asks questions and has you wondering of the last time you experiences these emotions.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781504917889
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 06/30/2015
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 130
File size: 657 KB

About the Author

Nicole Scott, born and raised in East Saint Louis, Illinois, found a unique love for poetry while in high school experiencing puppy love. She found herself writing about true everyday situations. She used the pain and happiness she experienced from family, relationships, and the good old days. Nicole Scott graduated from Florissant Valley Community College with a degree in human service. She went on to further her education in business. She found a love for different styles of poetry. With the request of other people to write a poem for their special occasions, she found her calling to bring joy and entertainment to the world through poetry. She began to give people without a voice a voice through her poetry. She spoke through the minds of babies, disabled people, and individuals that are too hurt or afraid to speak. She wanted her poetry to speak and be relatable to everyone. She even wrote poetry for children. Nicole Scott, a Christian woman who lived a challenging life, wants her book to be a calming point at the end of the day while sitting in front of the fireplace.

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True Stories Poetry


By Nicole Scott

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2015 Nicole Scott
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5049-1789-6



CHAPTER 1

Babies

In the Womb

* * *

The size of a mustard seed, I came into this world
I have no clue if I'm going to be, a boy or a girl
In one month I grew, the size of a pea
At five months I heard, my mom sing to me
At this time in my life, it was crucial; I had to take all I can
My mom suffered from morning sickness, and she hated every man
Each day I grew stronger, as I developed fingers and toes
All the different smells irritated me, that pass across my mommy nose
I would ball up in a knot, and lay close to mommy spleen
Mommy began to throw up, and then I heard her scream
At times I felt mommy's hands, rubbing above my head
It moved across my body, "it's a girl," is what the doctor said
As the months passed, the womb got a little tight
Something started pushing on me, so I held on with all my might
The water I use to swim in, is no longer there
Mommy keeps yelling, while something is pulling on my hair
Evicted from my home, everything is so new
Mom I guess I will have to, depend on you
Nicole Scott


    Fetal Death

    * * *

    My life doesn't began, when I am born
    It starts when I'm the size, of one piece of corn
    No I don't have ears, or a mouth to speak
    Even though my heart rate is really weak
    I don't have a shape yet, but in due time
    Give me a chance to live; to abort me will be a crime
    I am somebody; the Lords aid he knew me when I was in my mother's womb
    If the Lord knows me, who are you to send me to my doom
    Thanks for allowing me to live, now that you are six months
    Now I have a big problem, with you smoking blunts
    Just because it's called herbs, doesn't make it good for you
    Please don't take any other drugs, they killing me too
    I know you want to party, but the alcohol is making me sick
    You need to stop drinking, and get some help real quick
    Who is that screaming, and pushing you around?
    You're hurting me badly, when you fall on the ground
    Lord please help me, something hit me in the head
    Mom it's too late to meet you, because now I am DEAD
    Fetal Homicide
    Nicole Scott


    Birth

    * * *

    Never really knew the process of birth
    As a mother bring a baby to this earth
    Nine months of swelling, vomiting and pain
    Three pounds a month is what you will gain
    Waiting and anticipating that big day
    Dreading how much you going to pay
    Pain and pressure like no other
    Only person who can describe it, is a mother
    Crying and yelling and kicking uncontrollably
    The muscles in your stomach tighten up atrociously
    Contractions are hitting you with every breath
    Draining your strength until nothing left
    Stretching your body like a new rubber band
    The nurse enters your body with her hand
    Checking to see how much you have spread
    The pain is so intense, that you wish you were dead
    Fighting for your life and your baby's too
    Push so hard that you start to poo
    Legs in the air, and vagina exposed to the world
    With your last hard push, comes out a little girl
    Happy Birthday Yisrael
    Nicole Scott


    Hey Mom

    * * *

    Thanks for giving me life, and bring me into this world
    I'm so glad that the Lord, made me a little girl
    But there are some things, I want you to know
    I don't know how to talk, and too small to show
    If you could only read my mind, this is what it would say
    I hate when you use cold baby wipes, on my butt everyday
    Please stop swaddling me; I want my hands to be free
    I want to suck my thumbs, when you are not feeding me
    Why do people talk to me, with words I don't understand?
    And pinch my cheeks, with their dirty monkey hands
    Smiling and laughing in my face, and they haven't brushed their teeth
    Breath so bad, it stole my air like a thief
    When you change my pamper, please stop wiping so hard
    Please cut your nails, ouch! Oh my Lord
    I have spoken my mind, unfortunately you could not hear
    I guess I have to continue to use my tears
    Nicole Scott

CHAPTER 2

Baby Showers

Momma Bird

* * *

Thinking of the life growing inside of me
Wondering what sex it will be
Boy or girl I do not know
Waiting on this morning sickness to go
Far far away is what I say
No more stretch marks is what I pray
Amazed as I wobble to take a seat
Wanting to paint my toes, but can't reach my feet
Sleepy and tired as I sit back and yawn
Tired of going to the doctor to have blood drawn
My ultrasound appointment is what I'm waiting on
Praying that the baby have hair when born
Candy and cereal seems to be my friends
Waiting on my due date, for these cravings to end
My feet are swelling and my butt and breast too
I don't want to gain weight, but I don't know what to do
Whose great idea to make these vitamins this way
Trying to hold them down, but I know they won't stay
The funniest thing that bothers me in a major way
How long it's been since I seen my VA-JAY JAY
By: Nicole Scott


Baby Shower

* * *

Today is the day, that we celebrate the coming of a little boy
By showering him with gifts, like blankets, clothes and toys
The theme is whales, from the deep blue sea
The colors are blue and green like the water and the trees
His name has eleven letters; most of us won't be able to spell
He is named after his father, as you can tell
This baby boy is feisty, he kicks and rolls around
His dad wants to take up a collection for a mini play ground
For now he needs some rattles, and a little ball too
Got to get him ready for the pro's before he turns 22
I heard he is a good swimmer, so did anyone get him a baby pool
His mom will settle for wipes and bibs when he drools
Please tell me someone brought pampers, for all the stinky loads
If you brought diapers, turn around and hit the road.
We have to have some bottles, to give mom a rest
Don't get the cheap ones, get the ones shape like the breast
Nicole Scott
Welcome Baby Shaughnessy


Noah

* * *

I came to this world with a mission from the Lord
I did not know my task will be so hard
Struggling and fighting through all the impurities in this world
At first he gave me some help from a beautiful little girl
We had our ups and downs from the day we was conceived
My sister shared my pain which is hard to believe
The time wasn't right and toxic to our health
Our arrival would have caused problems to our family's wealth
We decided to go home to give our parents time to heal
My aunt prayed for my return, if it was in God's will
I waited and wondered how this next attempt would go
Now I have cousins who have arrived and stolen the show
For now I will come back alone and grow as strong as I can
The Lord has molded me to be an example for every man
Through the prayers and love that was given to me
God gave me a second chance to be all I can be
My name is Noah, a leader and a servant of God
So go ahead and shower me with gifts, clothes, and even a baby iPod
Now get ready, because I am on my way
I won't be in an ark; but I'm swimming everyday
Nicole Scott

CHAPTER 3

Children

Stolen Words

* * *

What do you say, when your baby turns away
Pulling away from you, just to go out and play
Now they are walking and talking and singing too
Not wanting your help, so what do you do
Watching them grow up in such a rapid way
Small and little is the way you want them to stay
Off to school, with all the pressures of the world
Hoping they won't be bullied or teased by all the other boys and girls
Now they want Nike, Coach and Prada too
Payless Shoe and Wal-Mart, just won't do
Make-up and heels is the new thing
New boyfriend every year that ended the last fling
Attitude and neck rolling is what I get these days
I rather deal with acne and periods, but what can I say
Grandma says more spankings and less fussing
These kids think they are grown, so now they are cussing
Yelling and raising their hand back at me
Will I let them live or die, I guess you have to wait and see
What do you say when your kids turn away
You ask God for strength, and tell them to have a nice day
By: Nicole Scott


The Mind of a
Two Year Old


* * *

It's a little girl name Livie, who real likes to talk
She love to go to Wal-Mart, so she could get out the buggy and walk
She had a problem pronouncing any words starting with an S.
I would ask her questions, just to put her to the test
Hey Livie, what store you want to go to now?
I want to go to Sham's, they got chocolate milk from brown cows
Hey Livie, you want to go potty, before we go on with our plans
She said, "I pee pee on Shelf, aaagainnnnn"
I wondered why she didn't tell me, before she had to go
Well she is only two, and I guess she didn't even know
I picked her up, and try to exit out of the store
She started crying and yelling, and fell out on the floor
Livie stop acting like that, you are making a scene
I tried to pick her up, and she started to scream
Livie, if you don't get up, we are not going to Chuckie Cheese
Livie said, "Ok I will get up, but I want to go to Captain Bee's"
By: Nicole Scott


A Six Year Old Boy
and His Grandmother


* * *

A little boy decided to visit his grandma
He knew he could get whatever he wanted from his grandpa
He decided to play his video game, in the living room
Grandma said, "It's too early, wait until afternoon"
The boy got mad and through his controller on the ground
Grandma yelled, pick it up before I slap your face around
The boy screamed, "You're not the boss of me"
Grandma said, "Raise your voice again, and definitely you will see.
Boy said, "I'm not scared of you", as he pointed his finger
Grandma said, "Don't make me get my gun,
and yes I will will pull the trigger
Boy said, "You won't shoot me because you will go to jail"
Grandma said, "I will hide your body, then who's going to tell"
Boy said, "Granddaddy, granddaddy, did you
hear what grandma said to me?"
Grandpa said, "Leave that boy alone, you scaring him, you see"
Grandma said, "He better go somewhere and sit down and stay still"
Boy said, "My daddy is a police, and I will call him. I will, I will".
By: Nicole Scott


Back to School

* * *

Books, pens and paper in my book bag
Can't wait for recess, so I can play tag
Running around with all my new friends
Wishing and hoping this day doesn't end
Gathered around the table, at lunch time
Swapping out peanut butter sandwiches for a dime
Making noise and passing love notes
Hope the teacher doesn't catch me, and make me read what I wrote
Playing in the halls and writing on the walls
Throwing kisses at the girls that are tall
Signed up for baseball, to play on the team
Running from base to base, to let off some steam
Sliding and rolling all over the ground
Happy about the dollar, I just found
The first day back to school, could have been the best
Now I have homework, so now I can't rest
Nicole Scott


Momma's Baby
Papa's Maybe


* * *

Dad is the title that was given to you
Did you earn it or did you claim it as your own
Well dad, since you claim I am your little girl
Why haven't you been there for me?
Protecting me from my life choices
Maybe you were there, laying hands on me
Freely as you saw fit
Abusing my mind by hitting me
With absentness and abandonment
Leaving me alone in a world of predators
That looks like you
Wishing they were you
So they can get close enough tear down
The walls that you did not help me build
Dad, I'm looking for my father
The man who loves me
And want what's best for me
My role model and my blue print
On what a husband supposed to look like
Now I'm left with a stained glass picture
Of my mom and my so called dad
Nicole Scott


My Diamond Princess

* * *

Have you ever wondered why I called you my Diamond Princess?
It is because you are the most valuable and precious thing to me
On the day I found out you was inside me
I felt an over flowing joy of love that only God can give
You was mine and my reason for breathing
Plus my excuse for waking up
When you were born covered in white stuff and blood
I still kissed you to show you I was there
As you grew up, I watched you sleep, as I still do today
As a baby I counted your little toes and fingers
And kissed each one
I looked into your eyes that showed the mirror to your soul
You loved me just as much as I loved you
So on this day, I want to say I am sorry
For all the times I tried to remove the shine that radiates
Only from a true Diamond
Every time I called you ugly when it was really how ugly I felt
For not being the queen that my beautiful Diamond Princess needed
I love you and I will always will
Nicole Scott AKA Mom


China Doll

* * *

Have you ever seen a China Doll?
Carefully made, elegant and stunning
I am blessed to see that doll everyday
Momma's baby, I want you to know that I always loved you
I am selfish and did not want to share you with anyone
I felt the pain from the withdrawals from the family
I did not know how to heal the pain we caused
I can only tell you that I love you so much
I knew you was a genius baby just like SJ
I never wanted you to choose between your father and me
Deep inside I did
I wanted to keep you to myself
You was my doll
With your light beautiful skin, your long pretty hair
You were perfect in everything you did.
I'm so sorry I wasn't the mom you needed me to be then
I can be the mom you and SJ need now
I love and need you in my world
You are my baby and always will.
Being an workaholic and distant, hurt you
But my time and love can start the healing process
You are my mini me

CHAPTER 4

Death

Going Home

* * *

I'm going home to a place, where there's no more pain
A place where the weather is always sunny, and never rains
I'm going home to a place, where there's no house note to pay
Where the streets are paved with gold, even my drive way
I'm going to a place, where I won't be stressed
Where there's peace and love, and I can be blessed
No bill collectors or salesmen, calling everyday
Jesus paid my debts, and that's all I have to say
I'm going on a long vacation, now I can truly rest
My Lord made my reservation, my commendations are the best
The view outside of my window, is the best no man has seen
The food is so delightful, healthy and very lean
Everywhere I go, there's music in the air
I'm flying high with two wings, which came as a pair
We even have a big screen; As the World Turn is my favorite show
I'm watching over all my loves ones, as I sit high and look low
So don't cry for me, because I'm doing just fine
Please get your house in order, so you can
trade it in, for a house like mine
Nicole Scott


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

1. Babies,
2. Baby Showers,
3. Children,
4. Death,
5. Fears,
6. Fun/Humor,
7. Happy Times,
8. Hard Times,
9. Haters,
10. Inspirational/Spiritual,
11. Love,
12. Marriage,
13. Pain,
14. Relationships,
15. Romance,

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