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Wings
That extend across the sky
Angelic
Heavenly feathers
Envelop me
Embracing
Through them I take flight
Effortlessly
Majestic view of the world below
No need to walk
Nor run
Why should I?
When I have
Wings
Up in Dust
History is not relegated to a book or a picture
It is a living breathing being
Not only an artifact or relic
Tangible and tactile
Wanting to be touched
We however chose to shield ourselves from history
Consumed with daily routine
Having no sense of purpose or past
Our paths could be windows into our ancestral life
Homes that could have been a stop on the underground railroad
Books that contain the first words read by a slave
Suitcases that could have been a possession of a Freedom Rider
An antique camera that could have photographed Martin Luther King at the podium
These may just be fabricated examples
Not realistic in their execution
However our real history sits among us
Grandmothers, grandfathers that go quietly into the night
With no respect and acknowledgement of their worth
They lived the past
Serving as a bridge to a time most will never understand
Most will never obtain the knowledge
Failing to recognize the history that they possess
As a consequence never understanding themselves
We continue to walk aimlessly by
Letting our history collect like dust
On the covers of our history
Dusting off the book reveals nothing of its contents
This history cannot be contained by books
It is a living record
Obtained from the lips of those who lived it
Yet we still allow more history to fade away
Dust particles fall to the floor
Quickly swept up and disposed
Too late to discover its worth
Don't we know that there is nothing more precious than dirt
Our creator molded us from the Earth
Instead of reclaiming our future
We dispose of our past
Letting it go up in dust
It is a living breathing being
Not only an artifact or relic
Tangible and tactile
Wanting to be touched
We however chose to shield ourselves from history
Consumed with daily routine
Having no sense of purpose or past
Our paths could be windows into our ancestral life
Homes that could have been a stop on the underground railroad
Books that contain the first words read by a slave
Suitcases that could have been a possession of a Freedom Rider
An antique camera that could have photographed Martin Luther King at the podium
These may just be fabricated examples
Not realistic in their execution
However our real history sits among us
Grandmothers, grandfathers that go quietly into the night
With no respect and acknowledgement of their worth
They lived the past
Serving as a bridge to a time most will never understand
Most will never obtain the knowledge
Failing to recognize the history that they possess
As a consequence never understanding themselves
We continue to walk aimlessly by
Letting our history collect like dust
On the covers of our history
Dusting off the book reveals nothing of its contents
This history cannot be contained by books
It is a living record
Obtained from the lips of those who lived it
Yet we still allow more history to fade away
Dust particles fall to the floor
Quickly swept up and disposed
Too late to discover its worth
Don't we know that there is nothing more precious than dirt
Our creator molded us from the Earth
Instead of reclaiming our future
We dispose of our past
Letting it go up in dust
Epiphany
Life can be
It can also become
I pray for clarity
My day of epiphany
When the path is revealed
Direction is confirmed
A feeling of renewal
Reconstruction
The light that shines from above
Awakening the spirit
Transforming the soul
Being swept up in sweet rapture
No knowledge of what was
Full understanding of what is
It can also become
I pray for clarity
My day of epiphany
When the path is revealed
Direction is confirmed
A feeling of renewal
Reconstruction
The light that shines from above
Awakening the spirit
Transforming the soul
Being swept up in sweet rapture
No knowledge of what was
Full understanding of what is
Footsteps
Watch the way you walk
For there is a message behind your steps
The paths that you choose
May be familiar
Could be unfamiliar
Feet follow the body
Voluntarily at times
Involuntarily if necessary
For every pair of feet
There is another pair following
Walking in your same direction
Be knowledgeable of where you walk
Someone is being lead by you
Become the example
Show others the right way
For there is a message behind your steps
The paths that you choose
May be familiar
Could be unfamiliar
Feet follow the body
Voluntarily at times
Involuntarily if necessary
For every pair of feet
There is another pair following
Walking in your same direction
Be knowledgeable of where you walk
Someone is being lead by you
Become the example
Show others the right way
The Perfect Poem
I want a poem I can connect with
Not a typical systematic lifeless one
I want it to physically reach out of the page
Grasp my heart and infuse it with life
I want a poem that was specifically crafted for me
From the potter's hand
An exquisite piece of art
Beauty personified in front of my own eyes
I want a poem to rescue me from danger
As I approach the edge of oblivion
It whispers "I'm here to save you"
Grabbing my hand to lead me to safety
I want a poem to comfort my fears
Be my night light in total darkness
My personal security from evil
An escape when there appears to be none
I want a poem to love me unconditionally
In spite of all my transgressions
Never leaving my side
A true companion
I want a poem to convict my wrongdoings
Cast out my demons like an exorcist
Preaching them out like a reverend
Until I submit and confess my sins
I want a poem to motivate me
Give me hope for tomorrow like Martin Luther King, Jr.
Help me achieve my goals and soar
Effortlessly above the clouds like an eagle
I want a poem to teach me
Challenge my mind to be more than mediocre
Inform me of the unfamiliar
Give me new insights of myself
I want a poem to cure me
Like a salve for a wound
The vaccine for all my ills
Medicine for my sick soul
I want a poem to give me power
Reclaiming what is rightfully mine
Towering over my problems with grandiosity
Enabling me to become a warrior, annihilating everything in my path
I want a poem like this
I need a poem like this
Can you write it?
Not a typical systematic lifeless one
I want it to physically reach out of the page
Grasp my heart and infuse it with life
I want a poem that was specifically crafted for me
From the potter's hand
An exquisite piece of art
Beauty personified in front of my own eyes
I want a poem to rescue me from danger
As I approach the edge of oblivion
It whispers "I'm here to save you"
Grabbing my hand to lead me to safety
I want a poem to comfort my fears
Be my night light in total darkness
My personal security from evil
An escape when there appears to be none
I want a poem to love me unconditionally
In spite of all my transgressions
Never leaving my side
A true companion
I want a poem to convict my wrongdoings
Cast out my demons like an exorcist
Preaching them out like a reverend
Until I submit and confess my sins
I want a poem to motivate me
Give me hope for tomorrow like Martin Luther King, Jr.
Help me achieve my goals and soar
Effortlessly above the clouds like an eagle
I want a poem to teach me
Challenge my mind to be more than mediocre
Inform me of the unfamiliar
Give me new insights of myself
I want a poem to cure me
Like a salve for a wound
The vaccine for all my ills
Medicine for my sick soul
I want a poem to give me power
Reclaiming what is rightfully mine
Towering over my problems with grandiosity
Enabling me to become a warrior, annihilating everything in my path
I want a poem like this
I need a poem like this
Can you write it?
Mirror Image
I gaze into the mirror and a familiar face looks back
An image of my father emerges through the cracks
A gift and a curse which I have fled
Fueled by anger and hatred to look at it I dread
I have denounce the image, spoke negatively towards his name
The image however remains the same
Although the strikes of a hammer may have cracked its shape
The image shows through even the darkest of drapes
I divert my eyes, even cover my face
Its glow still illuminates the place
I vowed to never be like him and create a new face
For awhile I believed his face I could erase
The more I ran the more I lost of me
I became an empty shell, nothing like I wanted to be
So I decided to uncover the image and face my fear
"This is your destiny" is what I could faintly hear
As I looked into the mirror its shape became whole
No void but substance for my apparent hole
Suddenly I had an epiphany comparable to ones in which music played
Finally a solution for the years I had been plagued
Now I can say I have no hatred for my dad
Mistakes now forgiven, healing for the pain I had
Because this image is not a reminder of the past
It represents the good in me and you
No matter what I am an image of you
An image of my father emerges through the cracks
A gift and a curse which I have fled
Fueled by anger and hatred to look at it I dread
I have denounce the image, spoke negatively towards his name
The image however remains the same
Although the strikes of a hammer may have cracked its shape
The image shows through even the darkest of drapes
I divert my eyes, even cover my face
Its glow still illuminates the place
I vowed to never be like him and create a new face
For awhile I believed his face I could erase
The more I ran the more I lost of me
I became an empty shell, nothing like I wanted to be
So I decided to uncover the image and face my fear
"This is your destiny" is what I could faintly hear
As I looked into the mirror its shape became whole
No void but substance for my apparent hole
Suddenly I had an epiphany comparable to ones in which music played
Finally a solution for the years I had been plagued
Now I can say I have no hatred for my dad
Mistakes now forgiven, healing for the pain I had
Because this image is not a reminder of the past
It represents the good in me and you
No matter what I am an image of you
The King's Eyes
Through these eyes
Many days of struggle
Seen
Blood-shot red
From verbal, physical, and mental abuse
Crowds of disenfranchised people
Marching
Wanting a change
I want to be there guide
Boycott
Demanding change
Thousands of feet walking
Endurance is necessary
Success
No more colored section on the bus
Staring at the worn prison bars
Words transcribed in letter form
Birmingham
Freedom
Equality
Persecuted but not broken
Knowing this is God's will
My face illuminates from the cross burning outside my window
White hooded faces
This can't be my America
Podium
Faces awaiting a new Moses
Entranced by my every word
Feeding them vital sustenance
Giving them strength to endure
TV screen
Water hoses beat like slave whips
Nooses dangle people from trees like Christmas ornaments
Objects
Through rage I see fear in their eyes
Watching
Scared of me
My plan of action
Act
Not aggressively
Responsibly
Non-violently
In times of rest
I dream
About a world that could be
Memphis
Change on the horizon
Chrome flashes
Bullet
My eyes close
To rest until my dream comes true
Many days of struggle
Seen
Blood-shot red
From verbal, physical, and mental abuse
Crowds of disenfranchised people
Marching
Wanting a change
I want to be there guide
Boycott
Demanding change
Thousands of feet walking
Endurance is necessary
Success
No more colored section on the bus
Staring at the worn prison bars
Words transcribed in letter form
Birmingham
Freedom
Equality
Persecuted but not broken
Knowing this is God's will
My face illuminates from the cross burning outside my window
White hooded faces
This can't be my America
Podium
Faces awaiting a new Moses
Entranced by my every word
Feeding them vital sustenance
Giving them strength to endure
TV screen
Water hoses beat like slave whips
Nooses dangle people from trees like Christmas ornaments
Objects
Through rage I see fear in their eyes
Watching
Scared of me
My plan of action
Act
Not aggressively
Responsibly
Non-violently
In times of rest
I dream
About a world that could be
Memphis
Change on the horizon
Chrome flashes
Bullet
My eyes close
To rest until my dream comes true
Two-Way Love
I love you; you love me
My love seeks; I love me
I love hard; love I fear
Fear love lost; fear lost me
I hide pain; I hide love
By your side; not my side
It's my fault; I fault love
Please love me; not in love
Must move on; free at last
Found new love; love I had
This is love; send love back
True love lasts; love let past
My love seeks; I love me
I love hard; love I fear
Fear love lost; fear lost me
I hide pain; I hide love
By your side; not my side
It's my fault; I fault love
Please love me; not in love
Must move on; free at last
Found new love; love I had
This is love; send love back
True love lasts; love let past
Letting Go
My hands clenched into yours
Help Me!
I yell as I helplessly hang over the edge
I'm scared
As I survey my potential fate in panoramic view
Hang on
You answer reassuring me to hold on
I'll try
I attempt to gain my footing but slip further
Oh God!
I scream as my grip loosens and I fear the end is near
I'm here
As I look up confused but wanting to continue on
Let Go
He tells me as I continue to slip
I'll die
Responding as if He did not understand my plight
Trust me
He said in a voice that sounds eerily familiar
I can't
Not wanting to trust in the unknown
You can
He answers conforting me with His grip
I'm here
He repeats as I attempt to figure out His words
I will
I reply as I let go and accept whatever comes next
You believed
He says after I let go and realize that I'm safe
I did
Telling myself of what I just accomplished
Let go
He told me and I replied, Let God
Help Me!
I yell as I helplessly hang over the edge
I'm scared
As I survey my potential fate in panoramic view
Hang on
You answer reassuring me to hold on
I'll try
I attempt to gain my footing but slip further
Oh God!
I scream as my grip loosens and I fear the end is near
I'm here
As I look up confused but wanting to continue on
Let Go
He tells me as I continue to slip
I'll die
Responding as if He did not understand my plight
Trust me
He said in a voice that sounds eerily familiar
I can't
Not wanting to trust in the unknown
You can
He answers conforting me with His grip
I'm here
He repeats as I attempt to figure out His words
I will
I reply as I let go and accept whatever comes next
You believed
He says after I let go and realize that I'm safe
I did
Telling myself of what I just accomplished
Let go
He told me and I replied, Let God
The Final Farewell
I kneel to the ground to place my flower
On the site where our last memories lie
Never did I imagine this would happen
To close this painful chapter, I examine the casket
I feel that my identity is altered, my future changed
All alone is how I feel
Flashbacks come to mind as I stand in reflection
The trips we had, the times we shared
The laughst and our own secret language
The picutre of perfection, the standard for all others
We were a perfect fit to a puzzle that was complete
I smile as I think about how things used to be
Though I hurt, I am also comforted
Somethings last for a season and the time has come for change
No one to blame, this is how things have to be
Freed from the baggage with no more pain
I have survived the divorce of my family
R.I.P., Till we meet again....
On the site where our last memories lie
Never did I imagine this would happen
To close this painful chapter, I examine the casket
I feel that my identity is altered, my future changed
All alone is how I feel
Flashbacks come to mind as I stand in reflection
The trips we had, the times we shared
The laughst and our own secret language
The picutre of perfection, the standard for all others
We were a perfect fit to a puzzle that was complete
I smile as I think about how things used to be
Though I hurt, I am also comforted
Somethings last for a season and the time has come for change
No one to blame, this is how things have to be
Freed from the baggage with no more pain
I have survived the divorce of my family
R.I.P., Till we meet again....
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