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Water gone poverty in the rise
you gave the people of Flint nothing and told them lies
Heroin ODs and people who have been poisoned with lead
the government might as well have wished you dead
Babies get sick while white men get paid
Rick Snyder is hoping the Black race fades
Higher drop out rates come with it which isn’t a surprise
people not being able to leave which makes them feel paralyzed
Target practice and bombings go on
that our government inflicts strait from the pentagon
No one helps them no one seems to care
which means there is no hope for humanity
it’s not fair
This was written by my daughter
Sara Cohen 2018
“I think the universe is conspiring in our favor,”
you whispered, smiling, as we walked across
the vast expanse, the call of autumn shook
the trees as leaves took their final dance in
elegant pirouettes, like a twist of magic with
their own orchestral beat. Today's forecast was
supposed to be thunderstorms, but here we are,
hand-in-hand, holding on to each other, in a
season where everything seems to be falling.
Fall – for #ourpoetryjourneysep18
my blue plump vein,
the catch in your voice
when you say my name.
I found all the hidden meanings
in your mouth with my tongue
The barbed wire finger tipped traces
etch your name into my thighs,
whispers of words we never said
inked into every sigh.
Ocean waves are braided into our kisses, intimated absolutes are weaved into our chemistry. In this space is where we sketch forever.
Far from my mind is the thought
of what I may possess
or what others have not
A place between understanding,
education is not the measure
of a man’s knowledge
and experience is only one of many
I cannot find the sound of reverence
echoing down hallowed halls;
as though none had been before
today sounded the first call
Close to my hands
I keep a record of my worth,
in the breadth of time
only a penny,
or a half
For my version of verse
or lines of ordered rhyme
my price to pay is most dear;
what value placed by history
is never mine to proclaim
In certainty I match sounds
with color, emotion and sight
a garden grown from flesh and bone
through darkness, death and plight
misery and ecstasy
joined in militant march;
to fight a battle not my own
and take a…
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Darkness cups my elbows
and nestles into my thighs
like a lover.
I part my lips
in daylight innocence,
giving myself away.
This twilight meeting
is my coronation;
adorning midnight’s mantle.
a consort of the moon;
silver, shrouded in shadow,
my skin, howling with lust
as I’m kissed by the stars.
I come as dying light
and never ending night.
I am the queen
of your darkness;
and the fear you hold
becomes the smouldering
jewels in my crown.
© Kristiana Reed 2018