Community

We are called to be a community

To be there for others in need

To let them know we care

The people at the front they share

About the love they are shown

And the care they give

When people are being talked about

It is always the same people

Week in and week out

What about the forgotten ones

The ones sitting at home in pain

With loneliness closing in

Does anyone think of them?

Do people go and visit them?

Or even just give them a call?

Jo Anne Kennedy

December 2019

Place of Love

It is meant to be a place of love

A place to feel belonging

Somewhere that you can feel free

To share what you want

When one person hurts, we all hurt

Is that the truth?

When one person cries, we all cry

Does that really happen?

It is a place fill of people

Yet it can be very lonely

Yes people say hello

But you can still sit there alone

It is a difficult place to be

Full of cliques and favourites

The same people doing everything

And only the best at that!

What about exclusivism?

Are we not all the same in God’s eyes?

If so, why the differences

Between the greats and the forgotten?

Jo Anne Kennedy

December 2019

Thank You

They make me feel small

As if I am not there

Ignoring me when I speak

As if I am clueless

They don’t even see me

To them I am invisible

A piece of dust to be cleaned away

Someone with no worth

But you, you are different

To you, I am the only one in the room

The most important of all

A precious diamond jewel

To you I am worth something

Your love for me never fails

And this makes me smile

And helps me live a day longer

I yearn for the day

When I can be with you

But for now, I will settle

With knowing you are with me

No matter where I go

You are always there

Looking out for me

In everything I do

So to that, I say thank you

Thank you for being you

And loving me for who I am

Even with my imperfections

Jo Anne Kennedy

November 2019

He Said/She Said

You said you were done

But then we sorted things

Even though I had issues

But it was clear you did

Now two weeks later

It is back to bucks

I am scared to ask anything

Because you bite my head off

Yet I am the one who is to blame

Apparently, I made you sick

Well whatever you say

I am not that powerful

I am not sure what to believe

Or who to believe

Because I can no longer trust anyone

As gossip is spread

It is a he said/she said environment

It feels like a school playground

With people being pushed around

And others are not invited to play

Jo Anne Kennedy

November 2019

Press Decline

I am craving what I cannot have

The unforbidden fruit for me

That is a chat with you

All I want is to talk to you

With no strings attached

Just to go back to the past

I sometimes miss what we had

But when I think about it

I realise I am better off this way

Because you are bad for me

You make me feel inferior

And treat me unfairly

So why would anyone miss that

Miss being put down

And dirty looks thrown our way

For me, it is best to walk on

When you come near me

And press decline when you call

I need my sanity

I have enough going on in my head

Without you intruding my thoughts

Jo Anne Kennedy

November 2019

Queen Bee

You never change

You still walk around

With your head lifted high

You still walk like you own the place

Saying hello to who you want

And walking past others

With you, it is always been a game,

Of pick and chose

And who you want to be seen with

You are no longer Queen Bee

But I think someone forgot to tell you

Because you are still buzzing around

If you talk to someone

You expect that person

To believe it is a privilege

You never laugh, you never smile

You just walk-in all serious

As if we are all beneath you

Oh how I wish I could bring you down

And put you in your proper place

And leave you to wallow in that

Jo Anne Kennedy

November 2019

Rhetorical Question

Here I am limping around

But without the stick this time

When someone says to me

You haven’t for your stick

You must be better

Oh how I wanted to scream

It’s not all about the stick you know

Things happen which you cannot see

Like me forgetting who you are

Or what word I am meant to write

My concentration leaves me

And I’m in a world of fog and confusion

Not knowing what has just been said

And getting told off for not listening

Oh how I wish I was perfect like them

When I am out at things

I generally put a mask on

And keep my feelings to myself

Because when someone asks who you are

It is really a rhetorical question

People can be superficial

They look at the outward appearance

And the feelings of the heart

Really don’t matter to them

It is just a question you ask

Jo Anne Kennedy

November 2019