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I am a fictional character from the book, Cheryl's Song. I have been grappling with issues of being saved and keeping my man satisfied. My friend, Perry, is pledging my boy friend's fraternity. The hazing is getting more intense than usual. I'm afraid someone's going to get hurt - or worse...

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Poetry Time

Cheryl Fields | 3:06 AM | 0 Comments
Why do men have to cheat?
We know a man's heart is not to be beat
And when they look to us
They need our love
Up above
What they do.
How do  you
Take back a man
Who spoiled his love for you
On another?
How do you view those lips
Spouting your name
And the love he gave
To another
Is all you see?
How can it be?
Here's one for me, sisters,
And you can have it too.
I decided his love for me
Is not the measure of who 
I'll be
Or am
I'll jam those lies back down his throat
Til he learns the love I'm due
Ain't shared with no
Body.
                               Cheryl Fields
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Location: Chicago, IL, USA

Poetry Time

Cheryl Fields | 1:22 AM | 0 Comments
Life is Dying by Cheryl Samantha Fields

We die many times
to the exuberance of childhood
to springs gone by
to the laughter of our souls
in a child's life.

When first we sit at our desk
in a little child's way
and learn from others the abc's
of how to stay
put

Dying begins
long before that
When our thumbs no longer suck
When we, "Do this," "Not that,"
When we see our father's hand
and stop going that way
When we hear our mother's cry
and come
and stay

Life begins with a little, small cry,
Life begins with a baby's open eye,
Life begins even before that
in darkness, in womb
in another's climax,

Life is a seed through which we come
Life is a seed through which we come to be
Life is a heritage
Life is a lineage
Life is a coming of age
to be
one with our life
we must come to see
Life is about dying
to one self
to live
eternally.
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