Editor’s note: 2020. While we have all experienced changes to our daily lives during the past year due to the COVID-19 pandemic, we are also hopeful about what is coming for all of us in 2021. On that note, the Westfield News once again asked members of the WhipCity Wordsmiths to share some impressions and reflections for a writers’ series. The series continues with a poetry submission by Shamiya Marty of Westfield.
WESTFIELD-Shamiya Marty has found her voice through poetry.
“I’ve been writing poetry since 2017 about my life and things I’ve gone through,” she said, adding, “it helps me cope with my anxiety and other downfalls.”
In “due time,” Marty looks forward to writing and publishing a book of her poetry.
“It’s a go-to thing when I need to express myself,” she said. “My writing can relate to others and in real life. It’s another form of meditation for me.”
Marty said she joined the WhipCity Wordsmiths to connect with people who shared the same interests and can relate to what she writes.
“I have met a lot of great positive people and have learned more about writing as well,” she said.
Her poetry submission is titled “Love is a fairytale covered in a disguise.”
Love is a fairytale covered in a disguise
You see a smile
You hear a laugh
See opening doors and polite manners
Gifts being brought
Being helped with things around the house
Saying I love you
Taking care of me when I’m down or sick
Hearing I won’t do it again
I want to be with you forever &
I’ll never hurt you twice
Then you hear this
You should never made me
angry or ignored me
Then I would never lash out
Or have hit you
Told the person to leave
Response was no I love you
But you don’t hurt the
person you love
Brought the past back in to my eyes
Tears into my eyes as I cried
Trust was broken but tried to make it work & be strong
Even though he was in the wrong
Broken doors, bruises, almost choked out
When it’s time for me to stand for myself
I’m wrong & get the cops called
Looked at as a black angry woman
That’s hurt & been through the most
Held a lot back then lashes back
Tired of so much thinking
That they’re in control of me
Like I’m their property or they own me