http://slow.writerscafe.org/pgbw The original writings of author Jenni Bailey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974856 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 OctoberPrincess AtLast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2905854/ By missing you, I’m owning your absenceYou were absent before I could miss youDo I really miss you?  Or am I just owning your absence?Either way, I’m tired of missing you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2904094/ Red-is for the scars that reopen, and for the blood that comes out of my mouth, when words are spokenOrange-is for the fire my demons dance around, and for them trying to silence my soundYellow-is for many cautionary tales my life holds because of my trauma, and for the unwanted dramaGreen-is for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2901161/ I stare deep into nothingI turn that space into somethingIt’s not just one thingMy soul is emptyingClosing my eyes to be revivedThe Darkness in me wants to be aliveI need the the light in me to surviveSo, my name can thriveShe will come back to youWhat can I do? Just stay true…And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2900283/ I see the same sly, ugly snake, but I’m not awakeI couldn’t crawl away from you, I froze all the way throughYour mouth is wide open, ready to bite down over words that weren’t spokenI screamed out in pain… but not from the bite, was it because I know your name?I know your sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2897919/ As soon as the Dark and I meetA snake slithers at my feetI’m under my pink covers, but not asleepI stay still because my fear is so deepI try to say ‘’this snake isn’t really there’’And remind myself ‘’I always sleep here’’My dark room know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2896958/ I laugh at religion because of the world we live inIt brings out confusion more than inclusionI cry more at His "pure" Name than Satan's evil Game Why?  Because God’s Love hurts, I won’t lie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2894301/ “Look at you, all pretty in pink’’I just smile at them, and think‘’If they only knew, really’’I know, it sounds silly!Pink protects my beingAnd what people are seeingI smile to give an illusionHappy, is the confusionPink is my skinFor the world I’m inT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2894097/ Watch my arms foldI’m slowly turning coldMy pretty face has been talkingMy broken spirit has started walking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2893405/ A baby girl is born, Daddy’s waiting for her first cryHer existence is so fragile, she could dieEvery minute counted, she needed help to liveDaddy waiting; something just had to giveYears went by, she’s 10 years old Daddy’s care grew to be coldShe worked so hard for that first.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2889130/ When I was growing up, I lived in a house that wasn’t made into a home.  I had food on the table, clothes on my back, and somewhere to rest my head, but where could I rest my head when I was emotionally tired?  Nowhere!  Not even on Daddy’s shoulder.  I had to grow up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2887921/ When can I just be like the lint resting on clean clothes?When I can just be like a tree standing in an occupied space?When can I just be like a fence painted whatever color?When can I just be like the cotton floating in the air outside?When can I just be like the pink paint chipping off the wall?Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2885711/ My soul gets saturated by my tears before they even reach my eyes and roll down my cheeks to saturate my face. My soul gets the brunt of the trauma, and my body gets left behind.  My soul is the true being, not my body…I can’t say ‘’goodbye’’ to my soul, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2883320/ Don’tEverStayTiedIn a world that’sNot Yours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2882485/ My birth was in innocenceMy childhood was in turmoilMy teenage years was in hellNow, in my adulthood, I’m fighting for that innocenceThrough the turmoil and hell,So until then, I’m just existingLiving, in vain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2878684/ When I say ‘’Jennifer,’’ I bleed out of my mouth.  So, if you ever see ‘’Jennifer’’ again, I’ll use my blood as the ink, and write out JENNIFER on the cold floor I'm sitting on. I would roll around in it after, like a pig in the mud…O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2876655/ Last night, I cried heavilyAnd, it wasn’t so heavenlyI could feel my tear’s weightMy tears were filled with self-hateMy face said, ‘’I need a break’’My body said, ‘’you need to stay awake’’It’s my f*****g past and traumaI used the dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2876216/ Dried-on tears force my eyes shutThis is not a movie, don’t say ‘’CUT!’’I will no longer sit prettyThis is not about self-pityThis is about my sad truthI use poetry to self-sootheMy trauma doesn’t make me weakI taste the vomit, then speakI hear my voice shakeI fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2874212/ I don't make any senseIt’s because my life doesn’t make senseI’m God’s Forgotten Child! I’m somebody’s nobody!I’m so mad!I can’t get loud When my existence is too loudI’m my own monster under my bedMy skeletons in my closet aren't mine!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2874206/ 4If you want to see evilGo inside the steepleIf you want to see goodI’m in the neighborhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2873956/ You made a safe place for me to layGently swaddled with blanketsThen you winded up the music boxYou left the room, but you still were close byBut now…I still have the music boxBut, I had to put it awayBecause I wouldn’t be still enough to hear the musicI need to lay, safely in my bedI n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2872744/ I used to look up at the dark, cloudy skiesWith such innocence, and curious eyesA spotlight would come down from the cloudsThe ‘’awe’’ I felt was meaningful and loudI would wave and say ‘’hi’’ in a whisper I hoped that my small voice would lingerM.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2869173/ My life has consistent unapologetic rainI have an aimless emotional weather vaneMy tears and the rain pour the sameYou won’t even know it’s nameThey fall at the same timeIt’ll trick you into thinking I’m fineIt’s left me cold and wetI’m telling myself not to fretB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2868721/ I'm Kind, but also fragile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2866317/ The military affects children too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2866186/ You’ve taught me…To be afraid of this worldThat I’m not your baby girlTo have huge meltdownsTo be sensitive to simple soundsI’m always in troubleI need a bigger bubblePatience wears thinHow to wear my skinThat I’m evilTo hate the steepleTo hate being wetKnow I CP, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2864540/ I hope you wake up okayIt’s June 18, happy birthday!I hope your coffee is the way you like it-with sugar and creamI hope you a bad-a*s birthday themeI hope you checked the weather on your phoneI hope you don’t celebrate aloneI hope you’re all smilesI hope friends and family come fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2864532/ This poem is scattered, meaning it doesn't go together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2862331/ I answer to no one, including youI won’t make my knees hurt, just to prayRepent? Why? If you already know I’m not perfect?I have a right to question your existence, if you make me question mineIt rains, and I’m told ‘’God’s crying’’, why is it importan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2861945/ I had to be ready for this worldMy parents didn’t have to beHere I am, not any less fragileAll  grown upPicking up my pieces….Because I’m never going to be any less fragile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2860497/ The dark of night, is my writing platformAnd my bedroom, is the home of the sounding boardI write with the tears that fall from my tired eyesAnd the rain encourages the heaviness to flow outGood night, and I will sleep tight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2858649/ Saturdays were Cleaning DayIf I had a say:There's much more to clean:The house had a dirty sceneThe rooms took more than broomsThe walls silenced all the callsThe mop wasn't going to make it stopThe vacuum cleaned up the dust, not the broken trustThere was pledge, but it didn't stop a ''family'' fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857776/ Once a loving father, he told his daughter...''You are my miracle baby''He had me in his arms, keeping me warm''You are my miracle baby''He sang to me, and just let it be''You are my miracle babyI saved his life, and he was like...''You are my miracle baby''When I got older, he got colderBut, I'm yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857775/ Being in a nursing home, and having it be your birthdayI knew I had a steady visitor coming my wayI also was told my Aunt and Grandma were comingAnd, for some reason, it had my heart runningI was nervous for their arrivalMy body acted like it was fighting for survivalI was getting a birthday visit f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857774/ I am an adult with Cerebral Palsy, and when I was growing up, my Father told me ''stop feeling sorry for your yourself''. I guess, in his mind , it made a person weak, and make it look like the person was ''looking'' for sympathy. All through my childhood and in parts of adulthood, I was made to bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857773/ When I was just a little girlConversations were part of my worldBut, they made me feel like a targetThe conversations made me want to forgetThat I had a father that didn't careThat's when I turned to my teddy bearI would retreat to my roomIn the state of such gloomI'd hold my teddy bears so tight an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857771/ I'm the black sheepThe reason is too deepMy trauma, I spoke it to the depthI knew things were different, but hard to acceptMy CP, alone, makes me oneI don't want to, but I truly believeIt's why my Dad became ''undone''I've tried so hard to fit in,But, as a kid, how could I?I wasn't even comfortable .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857769/ I remember it like it was just yesterdayAs I write this, I have a lot to sayIt was my Fourth Grade Class picture dayI really hope my tears don't get in the way!My floral tan dress made up for my short hairI wore my dress with such pride and careThe weather for my dress was fairGetting my dress dirty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857768/ My Fourth with Grade Class picture was, already, not in my stepmother's vocabulary. What's wrong with my this one? It was my fifth grade school picture. My Dad told me: ''Your smile is fake!'' This time, it was my Dad that said something about my school pictures! What was going on? My smile wasn't '.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857767/ I found this as a meme on Facebook, and it leaves me feeling disappointed! I had experiences and struggles that was proof, to me, that God couldn't be everywhere. Mothers, also, can't be everywhere, because things happened in my life, and my mother wasn't there, sadly! I, once, believed in God, I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857766/ Do you ever feel angry and want to cry and don't know why?Are you ever at your wit's end for the moment, and want the time to pass by?Do you ever say ''I want this day to be over?'' because you're just fed up with the day?Do you ever want to leave youe body, because you're getting in your own way?Ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857765/ My Life Is Not BalletWritten by Jenni BaileyIt started at a young ageThe spotlight was on meI had to take center stageMy Dad, the whole audienceMaking him proud of meIt is focus of every performanceThrough the twirls and splitsTaking cues from my DadEven though I needed to call it quitsThere was no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857764/ I call out to you almost dailyIt's me: Jenni BaileyAs I cryTrying to wipe my eyes dryThinking I'm going emptyNope...still crying plentyI cry on sunny days, rainy daysWhen do Your Tears come out to play?Only when it rains, right?Hearing the rain...good night!I taste it when I get a chanceYour Tears.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857763/ Angel EyesWritten by Jenni BaileyOne morning, I'd gotten woken up with a sweet, calm voice saying ''good morning!'' I was bundled up in my blankets, as I was slowly waking up to her voice. When I finally could open up my sleepy eyes, My staff smiled and lightly giggled and said, ''the way you opened.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857760/ 'Let's Meet Daddy At the Window''Written By Jenni BaileyIt's morning time and everyone's up: All of us kids get ready for school, Daddy is all ready for work. Daddy has to just get his stuff into his truck. He leaves at 6:00 am, but he doesn't leave without saying ''goodbye''. My siblings would give.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857758/ Look At MeWritten by Jenni BaileyHi, I'm Jenni''Jennifer'' to one too manyAs a childYes, I was once, mildBut, that all changedDaddy and I...estrangedSiblings and I...emotionally separatedStepmother is hatedNow, look at me...I'm not normalNothing about me is formalI hardly take life seriousBut the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857756/ A child is suppose to put trust their parents, right? I looked up to my Dad for a long time, trusted in his words, and actions, even if they were questionable at times...the trust was always there. When he would talkto me, he would say, ''have I ever lied to you?'' I always replied, ''no'' with conf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857754/ Call My Body A CorpseJenni BaileyMy body was bought, but can't affordMy body is stiff as a boardMy body was created by my then-called LordMy body carries a ''disease''Cerebral Palsy. Yes...everyone seesCall my body a corpse, PleaseCerebral Palsy is demandingMy body holds a misunderstandingMy body be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857753/ My World By Jenni BaileyI’m the kind of girl who can’t be present all the time. I’ve had to create another world to help me feel safer from this one, and there are times where I only can put so much energy into this world, I retreat into my world. This world is so demanding! I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857202/ My Lullaby(Gothic Prayer)Written by Jenni BaileyOh, Gosh, it’s time for bedMy anxiety gets overfedIt’s time for my thoughts to danceReality doesn't have a chanceIt’s just the darkness and meMy demons are let free‘’As you sit me up to sleepI inhale, so deepThe darkness w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgbw/2857201/