The Dealer of the Cards

The Dealer of the Cards

One by one my cards are pulled and given to me

Often faced down so that I can not see.

These cards were my life,

So I did not hesitate to pick up them up

Anxious to see, I think

Will I have any luck!

As I flipped the cards over, my heart began to sink

Is this the hand that was being dealt to me?

I yelled! who is the dealer that gives me these cards

I want to speak your manager

Who the hell is in charge?

How dare you give me cards of despair and pain

Depression

Broke

With nothing to gain

This is MY LIFE

You are dealing

Not some poker game

Excuse me sir!

I refuse to take this hand

Oh no! You need to deal these cards again

This time mix’em up

And Have the other girl

Cut the fucking deck

And give me a better hand

That I can DEAL with

I’m not asking to be filthy rich

But at least give me something

So I can pay rent…

Don’t want cards

Where

I have to live from

Check to check

Then I Gotta Rob Billy

To pay Paul back

Is it just me at this table!

With these God awful cards?

Hey you over there

Let me see yours

You dont have broken hearts and bills you can't pay

So stressed out you stay up late

No, your cards show

True, unconditional love,

Popping bottles

With ya hair all done

Credit card with no limits,

And you always fitted

Fed with a silver spoon

Never tasted plastic

Gucci

Prada

With the wallet to match it

Yellow cannery teeth

That cost more than my car.

Shoes that fill the closet

You got hats galore.

NEVER have to work

What a good card that is

But the card I have,

I am slaving

To raise and take care of my kids

Momma and Daddy's hand wasn't so great either

So am I dealing with the same dealer?

You tell me...

Do you think it is fair

That I gotta play

The hand I was delt?

by: Markita Pallett

A Song

A SONG

Words mixed together to describe, a love, a feeling, a thought, a special moment from the past, it shows what’s in the heart.

My song,

Music notes shoot from my mouth in rainbow of colors, with each note representing my anger, my pain, and my love for you.

I sing,

With such passion that tears roll down my face, cleansing me, refreshed, renewed, set free.

Free…

Free to express how I feel about you in a song, and without store bought items, in hopes that you would know how I feel by the tears that have landed and stained my shirt, the tears that were headed back to my heart only to recycle

A song,

My song,

A song I sing

To tell how much I love you

To tell… you mean the world to me

To tell… you make my day

To tell… about love

To tell… about the hurts I’ve had

To tell… about the hurt of the world

To tell… that just because I am different does not mean I do not have a place in this world

To tell…that I sing, because I am happy

To tell... that I sing, because I am free

To tell… to tell…

To tell…. My song, a song, a song that I sing.

by; Markita Pallett

Disconnected

This poem was based on my relationship with my mother, My mother suffered from a mental illness that began when I was teenanger. My mother died 03/26/2010

Disconnected

I just have a closed eyed thought of you

The day u picked me up from school

You called my name

And I ran

Opened handed

Never imagined

That it would be

The last day I would see ME

ME… you were me

You made every part of my being

Of who I am today

You molded me

The baby

The clay

Kneading

The smoothing out

The imperfections

The cutting out

A sculpture

An image

A twin of you

But mentally

Physically

A quarter inch off would do

Our connected wire are

Separated now

By the voices u hear

By the things u see,

But those things, takes away the sight of me….

Kita

Your daughter

Your friend

The one who longs for you

The baby

The clay

The one you gave birth to

Mental instability tore our

Wires apart, the very thing that keep us connected

Rejected, the feeling I have

Guilt, was is it something I did

Lonely, a teen with a broken heart

I will wait until the pick up from school…

My eyes are closed…..MOMMY… there .. I can see u..

by; Markita Pallett

A love for Winter

A Love For Winter

I knew that if I went back in to the house that the flame would start all over again
It wasn’t until then; I knew that I was in love. That was the day I felt extreme passion; the rain, the wind, and the back drop of my thinking was swallowed as if it were temporary. A Moment of bliss, as the rain pounded the concrete outside and wind spun leaves in the air; you were in my arms just has you should have been, the thunderstorm was far greater inside then the one outside. But just as quickly as raindrops turn into hail, my thinking took me back into reality, this present time and my slumber began.

It was winter, and the ice on the cars proved it, some of the neighborhood kids were outside despite of the icy air that bit them as they ran. Winter was always my favorite, the smoke from the chimney let me know that mom was cooking something that was good and hot enough to defrost me. Dad was at work, he always was, but all the hard work paid off at the end of the week, because daddy would always give us a little extra allowance, $20.25 I saved for a whole month just to go down the street to the outside mall to buy this cute jacket I wanted.

I was not that into fashion, but this coat I just had to have, it was waist length, black and had two pockets in the front with fake stones on them. This will keep me warm, I thought as I tried it on in front of the mirror, everyone is going ask where I got this from, the thought of the other girls liking something I had excited me. I was not the popular on in school, in fact I was the ‘nerd the “bookworm the ‘quite girl” the one who never had a boyfriend or even girl friends to say the least. But I was me, unique in so many ways, but to afraid to show it.

Mondays, was always so hard for me to wake up, the wind outside made a howling sound like a whistle, I knew by that sound that could were my jacket. Honey, mom called from downstairs, come and eat before you be late for school”, “here I come mom”, I always said, normally it would take me another 10 minutes to get down stairs. Breakfast was usually quick and filling, cereal, toast and a glass of orange juice.

“Cute Jacket”, you are going to catch some eyes wearing that” mom said, “thanks mom, but I think that it is going to take more than a jacket to have someone notice me.
The sky was in tears as I walked outside, the trees swayed from right to left as if they wanted to wipes the sky’s tears way. The smell of rain, I loved it, it was perfume to my sense of smell almost captivating, breathtaking, and it was love.

I got to school right when the bell rang, this is not normal, I was at school well before the bell rang on most days, I always gave myself time to stop at the locker to get my books, today was different. “Please be seated, Mr. Dun free said as I walked into the class, I sat in the back , hiding, shunned away from the rest of class, it was my normal practice to this. But, to my surprise another student joined the class, sitting right next to me, we smiled at each other, caught eyes, and turned way quickly from each other, and from out of no where, I heard it, “you look really cute with that jacket on”, it seemed as though a thousand butterflies caught a hold of my intestines and began to eat away at them, a feeling I never felt before. “Thank you” I said. For the next couple of weeks me and the new student began to get know each other quite well, Time was even spent together outside of school, at the skating rink, the movies, Finally, I thought I have someone that really likes me for me, a friend, buddy, someone I could confide in, a partner in crime, but did the new student really like me for me, or was the jacket just covering up something that could not be seen.

by: Markita Pallett

While You

While You

A feather swept gently across my neck

the smooth taste of you across my lips

your hands, grippin my hips....while you KISS me

I feel u, as u reach for my neck

u pull me in closer, to get all u can get .....while u KISS me.

You begin to part my lips, with the tip of your

tongue, and i react, by archin my back to give u all of me.

while you, are only KISSING ME

by: Markita Pallett

Reflections

Reflections

The lake was clear, and the sky was blue,

I could see its reflection glaring back at me.I was walking, as I do most days, with my head phones on and my drawing pad in my hand.I stopped to feed the ducks, it was one of my favorite things I loved to do, but today I had company, someone else was there, by my tree, kneeling down, she looked up at me, She looked familiar, her face, her smile,

It took me back to a photograph from my past,

A distant memory,

An aged love, and there it was again staring in my face,

Just like the reflection of the blue sky off the water.

by: Markita Pallett

Bay Area

Bay Area

126 miles away from home…

Some say Home, is where the heart is

Home is where u live,

But with

An Imagination,

an invitation

To cross over the bridge,

A easy travel system

Just a few steps away...

In to a dark tunnel

To a place we call the bay.

The bay area…

A blended mix of colors

A cold, yet calming wind

The sounds of seals, you hear it…

there the ferry goes again.

It moves along the water

Travel to a fro

To show a little history

That people never knew

Off the ferry we go

To taste the lovely food,

Please, take off

your coat, this gone be good

A 3-some of seasonings in every

Little bite

With a shot of tequila

To start the night life...

Horns are a blare

The lights are bright

Lovers hand in hand

In the cold of night

The bay area…

Home is the where the heart is

The bay is home to me

From The smell of the air

To The leaves that fall from tree

Interracial faces,

The blend of culture roots

With shopping malls,

To buy your favorite boots

Market Street,

Don't walk alone in the dark

Piss smell doorways

Hoes on the clock,

Working for that little bit of cash,

Risking their life to sale a whole lot of ass

The bay area…

Despite of the

negative things that are describe,

Come see for yo

ur self, take a little ride

An imagination,

An invitation,

To take a trip with me

Over the bridge

To my place of serenity

The bay area…..

by, Markita Pallett