Me, Marsha Marie

  Liar's Song by Marsha Marie dig deeper bury them away it does no good       to be on display gaze down  ignore me please shut the door      to hide my screams can i tell you that i love you?  can i tell you that i care?  no matter it doesn't matter      i can never be there my cries for you what a liar they are  to tell me true love is just within reach but in truth be so far  can i tell you that i love you?  can i tell you that i care?  no matter it doesn't matter      i can never be there

  The Taboo Kiss by Marsha Marie The night is bitter cold. Our shifts started at 11 pm, and the thought of seeing him again was so exciting. We meet up for class as usual and begin chatting. Eighteen years my junior, and all of his attention is on me.  Tonight he wants to go for a walk.  "Let’s go to Fatima Jinnah Park. We can take your car.”  “Sounds great. Let’s go.” The park is just down the road; so not a long drive at all. We park the car and head into the dark mini-forest. My heels clicking in the crisp air. We talk about random things. He is young and not very experienced in life. I already have two marriages and three children. The most unusual of a pairing.  His English is broken but sweet. We discuss life and things about our different cultures. I am an American and he is Pakistani.  The fog from our faces does not bother us at all. Yes, there are others walking around the park, but we don’t mind. They look like couples too, and we just look the other way and continue ou

The Knock  by Marsha Marie I hear a knock at the door.  I roll my eyes. Another solicitor, I thought. I gently look thru the peephole and see no one there.  But I hear a whisper.  Open. Open.  Who are you? I say. I need nothing today.  Open. Open. The whisper increases.  Look inside and you will know who I am.   No. No. I want nothing today. ....Well, maybe just a touch. Just a feeling of warmth against my body. But you cannot. I cannot.  Open. Open. The whisper snickers. You invited me over. Why else would I have come? I wonder who I so unknowingly beckoned? Is it my lover that I have been longing for? Open. Open and find out.  I stretch out my hand and turn the nob. My heart is racing. I open the door just enough to peek. His scent rushes in as a whirl and envelops me, and I begin to fall.  Deeper and deeper. A sensual purple dances around me. The whisper booms thru my body and my heart saying: I am here. I love you. I will never leave you again.   

  A Stone by Marsha Marie A dark beginning My history, a mystery spinning. Mom, my tower of strength and inspiration.  Can I be like her? Such adoration. Teenage years a blur. Then motherhood abounds. But pain my only friend as sadness surrounds. Stabbed, punched, kicked and raped. But alas I did escape. A foreign family I chose to love. Finally peace came on the wings of a dove. The happiness I was searching was a world away. For 22 years, I decided to stay. Surrendering to the man. I shook in fear.  Welcome back to America, I said thru a tear. Aged, withered and alone My loneliness makes my heart like a stone.