Pages hold the ink
of my pen, tears of my eyes,
power of my words.
Posted in response to the challenge Haiku.
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Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
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my mother's love
My hands cup my tears,
I always come back to you.
You make me smile.
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For the Hundred
Life is a gift
no one deserves
to lose.
One hundred murders
were committed
in my city this year.
One hundred humans
deserving of rights
were killed
in my city
this year.
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