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I Was Free – This Week’s Picture It & Write

I thanked the waitress as she placed the brownie before me. My mother-in-law stared at it with pursed lips. The woman’s skin stretched over her petite frame, she was dry like a prune. I glanced at the ice cream as it began to melt, it hugged the brownie. “That looks,” my mother-in-law paused. “Creamy.” Heat flushed my cheeks and a nervous knot tightened in my stomach. I found it hard to keep my salivating tongue at bay. I wanted to eat the brownie but with my skeletal mother-in-law judging me I didn’t know if I could. “Hows the baby?” My in-law pried. “Still big?” The brownie was soaking up the cream like a sponge. A spark of anger energized my fingers. “Healthy,” I snapped and sunk my fork spitefully into the heart of my desert.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

And  I did glare
at her perceptible twitch

Throwing out a silent thought
wondering if she would catch

“Dear mother-in-law of mine
if you weren’t such a witch

The possibility of a friendship
wouldn’t be such a stretch!”


And I chose that moment
to crack her a smile

As ice cream dribbled down
on my shirt to defile

Which it did then seem
got her hackles to rile

So more into my mouth 
of the concoction did I pile


And then she just exploded
unlike she had ever before

Her face red as crimson
she couldn’t take anymore

She knocked over her chair
slamming it to the floor

Storming without one word
 straight out the door


All the people around
were staring at me

Which only did serve to
make me giggle with glee

For I was so tired
of being treated an enemy

I truly did not regret
that from her I was free!

Teresa Marie  12/17/11 ©


__picture it & write

by Ermilia


In My Room

In my room
do I hide

As the time
I sit and bide

Then no one
can see me

Why’s the world
my worst enemy?

Why can’t they
who I am accept?

What from me
do they expect?

Wish somewhere else
I could live

Where people have
love to give

And the haters
they don’t allow

There must be
a place somehow

I can exist
just as I am

Not forced to live
a life of sham

So I pray
to the Lord

Give me a world
where I am adored!

Teresa Marie  9/5/11

For Aaliyah, chin up little girl, here you are loved just as you are!!  No haters allowed!

I See

Who you are I see
and you don’t fool me

The monster that you hide
is lurking there inside

Just waiting to be freed
upon my soul to feed

You are my true enemy
full of hate and envy

That does always come out
as you scream and shout

Because you are a bully
which I now see fully

And I have run from you
no longer will you do

What to me you’ve done
and my life I have won.

Teresa Marie  8/5/11

For Sara Jayne, my baby girl.