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Poetry · Writing

grateful in hazel;

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back back

you waaaay in the back

i’ve seen you before

not there or here your

the one that called me brown boy at school

i haven’t forgotten, but i am sure you have

it didn’t bother me because it was true

the way your friends laughed didn’t bother me

they were on your side, your team, your family

what hurt was that you are brown too,

was your brown- different? better?

like you went to an appraisal

they said you were faithful grateful in hazel

and i unstable;

like your brown was better then mine

i was the dirty that was ruining your good name;

and now i see you in the back of the room

looking at me with your hazel eyes

i’m sorry i was the dirt on the bottom of your shoes

for you were the worry on my pages;

i envyed your brown so i chased it

only to find me here talking to you

Poetry · Writing

the one piggy that got away

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raised with bricks

stacked high with a peep hole

just can barely see out

cold stays in

life stays out-

this was fine

no really i prefered it this way

all the big bads would come

brothers and sisters dissapear

but i was good;

pretended not to hear their screams

pretended not to care

pretended not to be home

that keeps me up at night

they rebuild out there

and i’m still in here waiting

for

something;

if they can’t get in

how can i get out

seems air tight

so how am i still breathing

a dream of butterflys

shattering these bricks like glass

i’ll be gone- so fucking gone

maybe to find those taken

those that never had a chance

or to feel everything that i could only dream of;

i hear the big bads coming again

they can’t stop them

all i have our ears preparing for horror

it’s safe here

it’s safe here

Poetry · Writing

memory lane-

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when you walked through that door

that door;

i fell

down

down

 

i remember my eyes opening

and never waking up

a dream

a dream so real i remember the smell of your hair

the sun on my arms

i remember it all;

like it happened yesterday

i don’t know if that day ever ended

i hope not;

Poetry · Writing

return address

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when i think about it

the world spins in the opposite direction

it’s fine i mean, she is her own women

but which star is receiving

for when i pray i know your wonderous name

send flowers and wishes for the future

mines and yours

i’m not the monster they said

not the one i was supposed to be

or the one you heard i was

i survived against

your brother in flames

you sister in tears

your mother digging a shallow grave

but i plead to you

watch our shadows closely

we wander off the rift

every no and then

but we will walk up straight

find our way

in your eyes

so maybe a cane for the shakey path

a jacket for the questionable weather

a stamp for this letter that one day will come to you

Poetry · Writing

seeing double:

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every step is a step forward

forward not always straight

straight enough with a slight angle

angle that will dwell on for days

days we can’t get back

back of the line we’ve been here for hours

hours i’ve been counting

counting on someone to throw me a bone

bone that no one will throw me

me exhausted on my third drink

drink to the bottom feels full

full enough to try again

again

Poetry · Writing

sincerely, lily

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lyin’ to these boys

you were never invited

fell ablaze and denied it

lyin’ to these boys:

you were never invited

wandered the world

can’t trust anyone with a mask on

brings you back to those days we act young

dark times: hood up top down rollin’ blocks

flying high they called us the young hawks

lyin’ to these boys

twenty five and we failed em

twnety one and we runnin’ out of time

you were never invited

stormin’ the waters but you babbies are just overcastin’

sorry;

but not really

the words out your mouth are just silly

yes really

no they aren’t busy

they just don’t want to see your face sincerely, lily

damn

lyin’ to these boys

your the guest of honor

just not for honor

two years will all be goners

you say we are all on a roll

dishonor to the ones out yondor

stay home

you weren’t invited

Poetry · Writing

champion

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pick ya feet up

not a three legged pup

i watched you sprint up and down the street

screaming from a stop sign you don’t know defeat

now limping around

on the stand is a crown

lyin’ around

now you got your feet up

stay up you are ’bouta blow up

don’t move; this is your close up

hit it with concrete

keep your receipt

you’re on the hot seat;

goodbye-