My hungering is not for
Meat and bread, to be cherished,
for protection to embrace,
Not close its eyes to my afflictions.
For my dreams ‘n desires to be familiar
Not be a foreign concept.
For the dependable to lather,
Fear to be stripped.
Safety to reassure.
To not be discriminated against.
For joy, love and peace
to know me for all my days.
We all have desires whether it is wealth, fame or simply to be published. I think mine has always been as stated in the poem. To be safe and secure and in illness the truth of that is tested, then you know whether you are or not.
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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.