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Father Son And Holy Ghost

by Audre Lorde

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

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A Plea for Peace

by Yasmeen Kamel

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,

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Object Permanence

by Schafer Bailey

It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often

My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope

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We Refugees

by Benjamin Zephaniah

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.

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In the Good Old Days

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!

From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.

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Recent Family Poems

A Plea for Peace

by Yasmeen Kamel

Poison in my Veins

by Kimani Hare

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

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Where I'm from

by Kimani Hare

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

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Wishing Well

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

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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Consequences

by Gaia Ku

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