I have not ever seen my father's grave.
Not that his judgment eyes
have been forgotten
nor his great hands' print
on our evening doorknobs
one half turn each night
and he would come
drabbled with the world's business
massive and silent
......
The earth is your mother,
she holds you.
The sky is your father,
he protects you.
Sleep,
sleep.
Rainbow is your sister,
she loves you.
The winds are your brothers,
they sing to you.
......
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
......
It infiltrates all strata of society,
Causing man to engage in all sorts of impropriety.
The mind and heart it corrupts,
And peaceful family life interrupts. This excessive desire is not only for food or wealth,
But also for other things that can damage your health.
The dangers to us should be obvious,
As history has made them quite conspicuous. Once it encircles you like a noose,
It is very difficult to cut loose.
It's grip is like that of a powerful vice,
And the results of being caught in it's jaws are not very nice. It will keep you as its slave for many a day,
......
You want to be in a gang
And shoot up everything with a bang
You say they'll have your back
But education is what you lack
Education is the key to life
And not getting stabbed with a knife
Education will lead you to great heights
And not to everyday fights
Education will help you excel
Not lead you to a county jail
......
The sky is weeping, a silent cry,
As I watch the world pass me by,
Sitting alone in the dead of the night,
I hold my pen and start to write,
Trying to express how I feel,
Hoping that time would make things heal,
In my emotions I am drowned,
......
Your pretension exhausts me
With your absurd actions superseding your illogical thoughts
Fallacies fiddling your holier than thou
Yet I remain loathsomely chained
Familial blood eradicating the spirit
If blood is thicker than water
Then let Tylenol dilute me and be my keeper
......
I am from the kindness of the “oh so talkative” Scott family
And the hard work born from the “ever-stubborn” Hare’s
From traffic-ridden highways and serene rushing rivers
To classes where I was one in two to one and fifteen
Where folks packed the morning streets to break from spaghetti junctions and impending traffic jams
......
Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.
The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply.
Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like rollicking days of summer;
When plum sun, waltzed with stars of glitter, often going undercover.
Stella, at times, threw coins in their well, to wish for a special friend,
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