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She, too, was once young:
A hopeful, green bud
On a supple branch of
The mighty tree of life.
The change of seasons,
And myriad inscr..
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I
The first
rays of the morning sun poured their golden-honey-light over the mountaintop to
the east. They flowed down the slopes, through the la..
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Mesmerized by their own dangling feet,
Wobbling heads, shiny faces,
Eyes that were made to sparkle,
Cheeks painted with the
Likeness of ..
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Long I fought the rocks and
Roots in my path, and
The crushing weight of
Icy winter on my back.
But after all the seasons of
Heat and..
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Hold back the indecent handThat would fling the door openOn Modesty undressing in aSmoky backroom of your mind.Leap from your old, dusty platform,Fly,..
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The ghost of the past is calling,Beckoning from behind the veil thatSeparates the living from the dead.The tombstone of what we wereHas been gathering..
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Are you but your mother,
Father,
and the gods that made you,
Wove
and sewed you out of the
Same
cloth they are made of?A
different pat..
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Aches
and pains lasso the wild horses of the mind
Herding
them back to their stables where they
Stare
at the walls ruminating, twitching, al..
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On the skating rink of the mind,Grooves get deeper with every pass.Blunt blades slice fragile ice,On the cold circus stage ofTwo-legged, dumb, white m..
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When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.
~ Invisible Man (Ralph Ellison)
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