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They dance around
the outskirts of iniquity,
by word of mouth, eyes
to the underbelly of society.
A trail on jagged rocks
to make change, and ..
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The day is not mine
to own. I will borrow the day
and give life to these aging bones.
breathe the cold autumn air,
eyes upon blue sky, I find fair..
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They shake the tree,
fruits of their labor,
and the apples fall free.
Those with free hands,
any woman or man
who blindly take a stand
..
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I took mental notes
by ear, by blaring music,
the smell of Spanish in
the air. My days were young
as I am a son of someone
who didn't know me.
..
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It seems beyond range,
marching forward
but little gained.
Police poorly trained,
another name on a grave,
another action, less than brave.
Bl..
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She filled a glass,
with soft conversation
and liquid lines of love,
quenching a thirst of
loneliness.
Brave she was treading
the limbo..
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There in lies
a bigger divide
a bridge never
constructed,
a truth that hides
between the cracks
creating an even
bigger gap between
the two ..
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Like a child
with hands raised,
in faith, maybe
waiting to be saved.
and
maybe he was,
but still one of us.
She was not his
mother of mercy,..
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They stampede
as if they are running
with the bulls, but it is only
smoke and debris,
while some pull and others
fall to their knees.
In bewi..
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The lines go in,
above all, else,
we will not believe.
We do not need eyes
to see, within all
lies beauty.
We are small,
living constellation..
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