The Dreamer

Life is all about Balance.  We often forget that we must experience the bad with the good. Those experiences mold us and make us stronger. A.Z.'s  poem is a story of not allowing  unsavory circumstances to define your reality. Live a life led by your dreams or succumb to your nightmares? The choice is yours.  Thank you A.Z.  I happily share your gift. 

-Faith
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The Dreamer

She said that I'm the dreamer of the lot.
But what she doesn't know is that,
I live a nightmare. 
So does that make me the screamer of the lot?
I bite my nails and tug at my hair nervously, 
A lot.
Got bags under my eyes fuller then the ones that fill your trunk out in the parking lot .
Ears clogged  I can't hear the beat.
So I don't move my feet.
So my rhythm is off spot.
I'm July's heat on an August night so I can't help but be real hot.
See my dreams ain't always came true .
 But somehow most of my nightmares do.
So for peace I'm pleading alot.
I'm the offspring of an awful thing.
I'm a date rape baby.
So my mama can't help but hate me.
Her aunt promised to take me.
But she be lying a lot.
Mama had to keep me so she be trying a lot.
I grew up hearing her crying a lot.
And for a child that makes you feel like you dying a lot.
At 15 I harnessed my anger tried to tame it.
An I started to plot.
I was going to have fame even if you didn't know my name
See I came from pain, hurt and blame,
Dirt and shame.
And the nightmares they come still,
Make me sit up in bed and become a screamer ....but I lock them away 
Because today I choose to be a.... 
Dreamer.

A.Z. Hall



​July 2017

About the Poet

A.Z. was born and raised in Macon, GA. She grew up reading the works of the Harlem Renaissance writers and wrote her 1st poem at twelve. She is a nursing assistant as well as a natural hair stylist. She prides herself on being the mother of the most amazing seventeen  year old daughter. 

A.Z. Hall

Poetry for me is the blood that flows through my soul.

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