Tag: poetry
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The Journey
I stand here with the hands of my mother and grandmother resting firmly on my shoulders – for they are my guide Strong, solid, unwavering, women who created the woman I am and continue to guide the woman I will become I shift slightly making room for the hands of my father and brother ... -
Three Lovely Limericks
Bread Baking The oven shows a delicious sightTo a loaf of bread fluffy and lightAnd on the outsideIts grin becomes wideAs the human’s flesh becomes alight Woke There once was a man who was wokeAnd thought other people were dopesBrags to minoritiesAbout ‘authority’He only got his two legs broke! Cat Got Your Tongue ... -
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Experiencing Siesta Key-Japanese Style
Powdery white sand shimmers its quartz in sunlight stars twinkle on ground Singing cardinal joins the drumming woodpecker branches take a bow Fluttering pupa amidst the dense, tall sand dunes dotted flowers bloom Sliding waves ashore bring seaweeds, grasses, and more crabs party with bugs Diving pelican grabs grub by its ... -
Close: A Poem About Distance
Have you ever been in a crowded room?It’s not just the noise that’s there.It’s not just the people and their stares.It’s not just the room full to bursting. In your mind, you’re panicking.But outward, you present fine.Someone says hello and a conversation follows.You’re not okay though. What if you say something wrong?What if you do ... -
Seven Deadly Sins
In order to play the game You must make a deal And all it will cost is your soul. -
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Playtime
Born an hour ago, or Day before. You’re One month, or A Hundred years old. Come out and Play. On March 18th, my friends in neighborhoods around the globe will celebrate Holi. Trays of bright-colored dry powder, Buckets of water, Water-filled balloons, and Golgappas, samosas, gulab jamuns will adorn the tables. Rules will ... -
Lovely Silk
I’d love to stay up there with youBut there is something I must doIt won’t matter how much you pull nowI will always break free somehow Can’t you see your grip is only making me feel numb?Let me show you how strong I have becomeI can live without the protection of your lovely silkIt ... -
Red Lilies Under Broken Ground
Do the selfish greedy fewWatch the innocent dieAnd bleed upon the morning dewDo they inhale the red dustAbove the crumbling homes of trust Has their warring blackboardBeen desecrated by the blood-spattered hordeSacrifice by their beheading swords The white doves of peace are cryingWhile the red lilies of loveLay under broken ground dying -
I Am My Sistah
I am my sistah and she is me I am African Caribbean Latin American BLACK I am she and she is me.