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To Martin Luther King JR.
He changed the world!
The understanding of mind!
He taught people to be thoughtful,
He proclaimed it was time.
He opened people's hearts and eyes to all the unfairness of their lives.
He believed it did not matter the type of skin- -
If I Bubble in the Answer
*studying for standardized tests*
If I bubble in the answer
I will not do it again,
I used up all my pencil lead
I guess that is the end.
If you grace me with another one
I will whine and then agree -
Unbeknownst Time Traveler
~time flies-fast~
I have a very important theory.
I, am I time traveler.
I guess I always was.
The way I could read a book for five minuets
and it becoming well past midnight. -
To Take the Shot
To think you didn’t take the shot
And held your breath instead
to doubt the choice that you just made,
then doubt that choice again.
And to believe it couldn’t be
and every pass deny -
Why Must I read Through Slitted Eyes
Why must I read through slitted eyes
of all the news that does defy
the hope I have for humanity
I squint so I don't see it be.
Why must I always brace myself
for all the yelling, calls for help -
The Funny Dish Washing Incident
"Hey sis? Are to ladies allowed to kiss each other?" asks my five year old sister Maive as I washed dishes in the sink. The water was loud, but I think I got the question.
Loves
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Love is...
Love is…
my favorite pair of glasses,
the ones you look through
and see
that the world
is somehow
brighter.
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Peonies
I lay them in a mandala, the shards of glass
I pull from my back, one by one. I let them
scar over, and I surround the mandala
in peonies, because the pain was not for nothing
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Mother
I hear you ... singing to the sky
I see you ... dancing through the lies
I feel you ... your touch ever so dear.
I know you ... you are my mother, and that is clear.
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She was herself
she was wildflowers and star-filled skies
she was screaming and laughing
she was loving so hard you can't think anymore
she was jumping off a cliff and the feel of water on your skin
she was your wildest dreams
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bloom
she was made of all her sorrow
and yet she bloomed like a sunflower
