Ann Lipkins 

Detroit, MI, USA

 
 
 
I  am Bonita McClendon and Ann Lipkins is my pen name.  I was  born March 29, 1963 in Toledo, Ohio.  The Burks were a loving foster family that I  lived with until I was adopted at the age of 5, by Richard and Jean McClendon.  I traveled many places as a child. I have 5 children: Eric, Brianna, Elliott, Enrico, and Everett.  I have two sisters, Sonia and Sarita.  I am engaged to Malik Ishmal.  I've been published five times and have received an "Editor's Choice Award" from The National Library of Poetry. 
 

THE IMITATED LIFE 

As I exited my home, I felt just fine, 
I had nothing but love and peace on my mind 
Much to my dismay, to my deepest of despair 
The world I had once remembered, just wasn't there 
My promenade down the streets of destitution 
Made me pray for the world's absolution 
The displayed acts of desperation, we as a society have to seek reparation. 
We mimic everybody and everything, could someone tell 
me, "what does this all mean?" 
The accolade that was once shown for our children, 
turned into ridicule and fear, I’ll pray for 
a change before the end is near. 
I've never believed in limitations, life is reality, not imitations. 

THE FACELESS MAN 

There’s a man in my dreams, whose face I cannot see, 
The way he haunts my sleep, really puzzles me 
I cry out to him, "who are you?"  let me see your 
face, with a firm and yet gentle voice, I knew my 
heart he would embrace. 
He asked me to trust him, as he extended out his hand, 
It was something truly special, about that faceless man 
Why does he call for me?  In my dreams while I'm at 
rest.  Is it my emotions that he really wants to test 
His call to me is calming like a warm and sunny 
day. 
A melody that I've longed to hear that chases 
my fears away. 

THE WORLD CAN'T TAKE MY HEART 

Hatred, selfishness, cruelty and hunger but the 
world can't take my heart. 
Users, abusers, killers and homelessness but the 
world can't take my heart 
Was there ever a world where people loved, 
What on earth can people be thinking of? 
Trampling and discarding other peoples’ feelings, 
Making bad choices and unethical dealings 
Babies are rapidly dying, parents are constantly crying., 
I've got to keep the love, cause........ the world 
can't take my heart. 
All poems Copyright © 1998 Ann Lipkins. All rights reserved.