Marie Starr
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ReleaseA Poem by Marie Starrunglue your tongue talk to wind … talk to trees … talk to streams flowing over pebbles … talk to single bla.. |
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Children of My OwnA Poem by Marie StarrI wasn't allowed to date outside my race when I was young. My mother believed it was okay, admirable even, to have friends who were not white bu.. |
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*untitled*A Poem by Marie Starrhmmm ... dunno, this is one of those poems I kind of like but never really feel like it works or it's done or something ... oh yeah, and i can't figur.. |
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Somewhere in my subconscious an artist is killing ..A Poem by Marie Starrhe pulls the onion skin off the mood hes in hears it crackle as it hits the floor he breathes in again feels the heat again in this dr.. |
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self-portrait #36A Poem by Marie Starrdirt ties moon to sand to cold yellow hand to bright blue bruise to to blank wood face marked with silent sorrow |
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Subjective GenocideA Poem by Marie StarrWhy is it you can walk into any open Wal Mart and buy your kids a bucket of Cowboys and Indians to play with but you could never — would.. |
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Upon Julia�s BreastA Poem by Marie StarrHis eyes did rest upon Julia’s breast as she spoke or questioned or sighed, until she shaved her head one day to spite his wandering eye; .. |
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In Defense of AbusersA Poem by Marie StarrShadowboxing for safety he called it and hung it on the wall in gilded frame. |
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Your Basic BeatA Poem by Marie StarrI am teaching my daughter to drum This is the walking beat I tell her This is the first beat you should learn It helps you to establish a rh.. |
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Epiphany on AnalityA Poem by Marie StarrI spent a whole year being on time and all I ever ended up doing was waiting. |
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