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I never knew motherhood could be so truly gratifying until I had Natasha.

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Sweet Sixteen, Welcome to Motherhood

The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
Is that good?

Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood

Put on the tape and press rewind
Can you see what was on their minds?
Their quick fun release
Became your infectious disease

Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood

Now is about money and food
Keeping warm with firewood
A young mother in a daughter
She’s got no more time to be rude

The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
If only she understood
They still go to school
She doesn’t!
Who's the fool?

2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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My 3 J's

My oldest son
Motherhood so new
I learn as he grows
My middle son
Motherhood a little easier
I learn as he grows

My youngest son
Motherhood a breeze
I learn as he grows
My 3 J's have made me a mother, mother - in - law and grandmother
With love and forgivness I have learned
Everything is new
Never a little eaiser
Not always a breeze
With my 3 J's
I continue to learn as they grow

poem by Sheila Cooper
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I knew that for this movie to work it had to be very hot and very real, and it wasn't going to be a case of doing it Hollywood all covered with a nice little sheet.

quote by Natasha Richardson
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A Special Time

Graduation is a special Time
To show what you have done
A time for all of you to share
What your future has to come

You have made your parents proud
And have made your teachers smile
Now it’s time to take a bow
And let your little light shine

In all you do, at work or play
You must always do your best
Like Jesus you must work real hard
Before you take a rest

Written By: Natasha Maginley-Francis
June 7th 2010

poem by Natasha MaginleyFrancis
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I knew I wanted to be a journalist ever since I was a teenager. While it is interesting and gratifying to be on the business side and to see how that all works, the main reason I kept a business role here was to protect the editorial integrity of Salon.

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Kya kahna (What to tell)

She was as innocent as water
And fell in love with a romantic hero.
He won one more feather to his cap.
She lost her only feather to his trap.

He is a hunter. She is a hunted.
What mercy could exude from a hunter?
A Viswamithra he became. A thrown
Out Meneka, she stood resolute.
She wanted not to eat a humble pie.
She wanted not to emulate Kunti.
She wanted to retain her motherhood.
Against all the law and all the ethics.

A monument her child might come,
That would humble him to fall at her feet,
Which she wanted, and rejected outright
To marry the former lover she shunned.

Murder not the motherhood
If moral or immoral.
Reject not the beloved
If a virgin or a victim.
Then would rebound the motherhood.
Then refined would be the beloved
[an abstract of a Hindi movie]
04.09.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Saves Me

I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon
I know its love’s divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky
I know its separate days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun
I know its blinding sight
I trust the clouds
I trust the crimson waves
I trust the things I love
I know that this trust saves
Me.

Natasha Ashwe July 16,2006

poem by Natasha Ashwe
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Womanhood in Tantra

The nudity is not an obscenity.
The nudity either in arts or in person
Is neither moral nor immoral.
To be naked is to be unashamed
And is in the realization of
The bodily perfection and no more.
There must be no shame in the viewers’ eyes.
Femininity and sexuality
And motherhood are the female’s identity.
It is the male’s gaze that shapes a woman.
Breasts are motherhood; hips are fecundity.
She is the soil where men’s seed are grown.
Face and limbs represent femininity.
In Tantra, woman is all in all.
31.12.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mindless Child Of Motherhood

Ive been traveling a long time,
To be just where you are.
In dreams I have seen you,
But you are so very far.
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
I was your friend,
I was a fool,
I feel for you, though were far apart.
I see your face,
Lost without trace,
I see your mind, just an empty space.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
I know that its not fair,
To bare a bastard son,
But why do you hide there,
When we could have shared a love?
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
I was your friend,
I was a fool,
I feel for you, though were far apart.
I see your face,
Lost without trace,
I see your mind, just an empty space.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
To me.

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Always Wanted To Wear Your Shoes

o sister o sister

my beautiful and powerful big sister;

i wish i knew you like i once did

o sister o sister

my wise and worldly big sister;

i wish i knew the remedy for what has rent itself between us

a thousand hateful things i've said to you;

wish i knew how to soften those words

I don't know what you mean by formal, not sure how to be formal

I miss you

and dare I say you were right in many ways

are there amends for my intolerance of your menopause

which is when know that things began to really fall apart

and now, as i swallow black cohosh capsules

and find myself yet again in a back against the wall situation;

i'm wishing i'd ever learned to do things like you

learned to make the best of things,

find and develop my own creative spark

& now there is no you to run to

and i've yet again made choices without a backup plan.

this seems to have become the pattern of my life

never really finishing anything

testing the waters here and there

often trying to live up to you

there were times when i wished u were my mother

and even felt u were

and now as tears begin to well

i can't help wanting to reverse the clock

though I'm I'd just react the same way

so many little moments come flooding in

I sat,8ish months pregnant, at my midwife visit

staring at words on a memo she'd held in her hand

sister called, requests that we urge mother to consider adoption,

doesn't think she can handle motherhood

or is ready for mother hood

I don't remember the exact words.

I numbly said no, I didn't want adoption info

feeling very sad

feeling somehow rejected

and so it seems I couldn't handle motherhood

one of those midwives asked me, later, on my 6 week visit

'Are you starting to adjust to motherhood? '

What?

F*** no! I don't know what that means.

but i said neither, wanly exhaustedly said, yes.

no further questions.

And 12 years later, I've still not adjusted

and that doesn't mean I am not madly in love with my son.

But I know you know that

sister.

My heart feels so lost and yet there are moments

when I feel more powerful than I ever have.

I still keep feeling like I'm struggling to live up to you

still see your face when someone speaks of heroes

though I despise the word – and perhaps i've lived the reason why

I see other faces but yours the brightest

if not of late only because of my bitter anger

my self torturing sense of betrayal

just my feelings - not necessarily truth

Im sorry that I always wanted to be you

so much maybe that I even wanted to stamp you out.

©December 2008

poem by Pilar Mogollon
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For All Mothers

any other presence
in the kitchen is a threat
to her empire...
none knows her pots and pans
and the purpose they're for
except herself...
cooking is her forte,
she believes; none can be
as good at it as her
she can't relish what others cook
to her, she is the ultimate!

pain she gulps
smiles she shares
doctor, she never needs
for nothing can touch her
is her belief...
slightest bruise
mildest pain
on others is
what she can't tolerate!

condemned to glorification
trapped in stereotype
motherhood, she is a victim
of utopian motherhood!

ode to one's mother
is ode to every mother
nurtured and reared
on the fact that women
cease to be human
once they're mothers!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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If you knew

If you knew how much I love you!
If you knew how much I need you!

If you knew how dear you are to me!
If you knew how much I miss you!
If you knew how many times I think of you!

If you knew how painful it is to live without you!
If you knew when I feel hell lot of jealous for you!

If you knew why so many words for you!
If you knew why so many music for you!
If you knew how much I wish your best!

poem by Asif Andalib
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I don't want to be the next anyone. I just want to be me, now. And that means all different things.

quote by Natasha Bedingfield
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If I like it, it's gonna be on my album. You can't please everyone.

quote by Natasha Hamilton
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I gave it all that I had, and it's gratifying that others seem to be receiving it so well.

quote by Debbie Reynolds
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It's gratifying that it does; I love to give readings.

quote by Ann Beattie
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Finally...Here We Are

I knew you knew me.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you knew.

I knew you felt my heart.
The passion and compassion.
Here inside...
Wishing for someone to recognize.

I knew you knew me.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you knew.

I knew you too wanted to touch.
And we hungered for that very much.

And finally...
Here we are!
To notice,
And taste this dream.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think I have been very lucky as far as my acting career goes.

quote by Natasha Henstridge
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A lot changed when I had Natasha. I'm a survivor.