Posts
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I lost my book
When you lose your art
you cry.
your music,
your drawings, your poems
gone.
there goes happiness.
there goes memories.
there goes progress;
and problems.
there she goes.
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a dream; perhaps a nightmare
I was on a plane
I don't know
the rest.
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Silent Screams
My sadness reaches down my mouth.
Her cool slippery hands snatching the breath i have left to breathe
She persuades my anger to do the same;
They love to torture together.
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The Next Step
What do I do,
as a black woman,
when they get control?
when the consequences
don't matter anymore?
when I watch my people
get bullied,
get beat,
get murdered,
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I think it's over man
Let freedom ring
a ring we won't get to hear
the ringing of silence that won't come
the world is becoming loud.
soon will start the riots
the protests, the fights,
the deaths.
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Red (white and blue)
Red:
The color of blood
The color of the hearts that are going to be ripped out
ripped out and thrown aside.
Red,
the color this country became
as of... yesterday?
White:
Loves
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Bones
I got these bones in my closet,
too bad I forgot to lock it.
You will soon find,
all the darkness that's hidden inside.
I have too much to hide,
it'll seep through the cracks,
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after the fifth day of november
note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese"
and for my mom
i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.
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Bigger Windows
Collect the raindrops left scattered on the ground, cut the dying trees before they die. Live with your hands until you die in your mind.
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off
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Rock
I am not a person
Who gets lost easily.
I don't adapt.
I force my environment
To adapt to ME.
My personality
Is not malleable.
I am a rock
Crashing into water.
I sink
And sink
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We Cannot Be Stopped
She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath.