Growing Up In the Projects

Growing up in the projects was a challenging matter of surviving,
And still have morals and a heart.
First, you must learn to adapt to the ways you observe and learn.
You have to accept the fact that the reality is you must live here,
And pray you’ll still be alive when and if you can move.
You have to deal with people who are against you,
People who love you but still get you into trouble,
And some people who are just plain troublemakers.
You also have to evaluate for yourself
When it is necessary to break the law,
And when it is important to follow it.
You must learn how to survive and help others,
Along the way and after you make it
Out of the same place that used to hurt you.
Once you are out of the projects,
The most important survival key is for you to decide
If you want to linger on the past,
And be depressed and bitter for the rest of your life,
Or to look at the fact you made it out
And no one but you can send you back,
Unless you let yourself go and give up.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire

Tears for Freedom

Forever in tears for freedom.
That’s all I really want is freedom.
I just want to be able to think, sleep, write, and feel how I want.
I just want some peace and quiet.
I just want to be able to move out and have a nice safe place
For Anthoni and myself to call our own.
I do not want Anthoni smothered the way I was.
It only caused so much hatred and resentment.
If it weren’t for the wonderful teachers, counselors,
friends, and family, and God,
I would have never found the love and forgiveness
I have for my family and myself now.
And I love our family relationship.
Somehow we will survive.
We are God’s children and full of love for one another.
We are family.
In Sweet Jesus name I pray and ask… Amen.
I love you, God, my Father in heaven.
Your daughter.

6-5-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero

Out of the Closet

Should I trust you?
Should I tell you?
What would you think?
Would you think I’m crazy?
What should I do?
It’s easy to keep it inside,
But after growing so much in heart,
I fear it’s not fair to keep it hidden.
I feel as though I did it.
And I could never do that to anyone.
Even in my wildest imagination.

Why should I bother?
It’s not like it’s going to bring them back.
They’re gone forever.
Who can do anything about it?
No one can! He’s too clever!
He’s so violent, so destructive.
I went through it too.
I just feel so horrible.
At least I survived!

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Some things must be locked away.
That’s what closets are for… safe keeping/keeping safe.

A Life For A Life

It is so incomprehensible to the human mind
that someone could actually take a life.
We condemn those souls to be taken
or at least live forever in misery and strife.
Yet it is very possible to happen
And does to people who are good.
Maybe sometimes they shouldn’t have reacted,
sometimes maybe they should.
We never know if someone is defending
and fighting for their life to survive.
We don’t know what led to the moment
and how they’ll have to live with it all their life.
Only God knows and only God judges
the heart and mind of a soul,
and He knows when to punish or forgive.
Thank God He is in control.

7-19-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: written when a friend was asking me to justify their brother’s death when he was shot while committing a home invasion, by comparing it to my brother’s death who was shot during a argument with an ex-girlfriend who refused to let my brother go.

Stop The Ones Gone Mad

Four children in a home, violence overwhelming.
Strangers passing through, taking what they’re selling.
Flesh of innocence is invaded to satisfy the trash.
Parents aren’t of any help. They have too much to stash.
Locked in other doors in a home full of tears,
they’re taught to be as bad to understand their fears.

Home, someday, they finally came, but no one changed the scene.
Worse it got to be a child. The world was still so mean.
Teenage years… rebellion came, the young ones learn to fight.
And though they needed someone to trust, hurting everyone made things right.
School was such a drag at times, but came to be the key
to help them understand enough to let themselves be.

Now it’s all so many years that they have seen such crimes.
For growing into young adults was the way to escape the times.
Only through the love of God and the people he chose to send,
were the children able to survive and escape the heartache that will never mend.
So try to understand the note this little message has.
When your children are being abused, stop the ones gone mad!

11-25-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)