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The British

by Benjamin Zephaniah

Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.

Remove the Romans after approximately 400 years
Add lots of Norman French to some
Angles, Saxons, Jutes and Vikings, then stir vigorously.

Mix some hot Chileans, cool Jamaicans, Dominicans,
Trinidadians and Bajans with some Ethiopians, Chinese,

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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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Facade

by Kimani Hare

The Facade

Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped

Maybe there is no pain

This was a waste

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Let America Be America Again

by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

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In our pockets

by Kaylee Wilson

we carry
the beautiful
bitter
broken
pieces
of ourselves
-shaped and weathered
by time
and adorned with lint

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Recent Pain Poems

A nice prescription of sleep

by Amy Michelle Mosier

A nice prescription of sleep
I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
In a dreamscape of its own kind.

I could hardly believe it
But I saw a meadow without end;
I stopped my crying to think
Of where the tiller went.

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Facade

by Kimani Hare

The Facade

Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped

Maybe there is no pain

This was a waste

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Poison in my Veins

by Kimani Hare

I’m still waiting

by Kaylee Wilson

I wonder if I will ever love myself
sometimes I think I do
but then I catch myself
keeping tally
taking note
of how many people I make laugh
of the good things that I do
of the things I got ‘right’
as if these moments will make me worthy
and then I remember

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In our pockets

by Kaylee Wilson

we carry
the beautiful
bitter
broken
pieces
of ourselves
-shaped and weathered
by time
and adorned with lint

......