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this is to my childhood friend
whom I have stolen too many glances to count
whose finely defined features and dazzling smile
have triggered s..
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I am the moon.
Often times I stay quiet,
observing the world from afar.
Often times I shine bright and light
the dark in other’s..
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It is now that I realize I may have been
the First of Negro women, or women, as a Matter of fact, to released from
confined cages, to witness such F..
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The garden’s pride,
displayed above the rest,
favored in the sunlight.
Vibrant, rich swirls of red encircling
every inch, every pe..
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i saw you
last night-
your face
was so soft,
you caught
my breath-
in my
dreams.
the
sharpness of your jaw
and the
smooth curve o..
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Hm.
Scroll and scroll and
scroll.
What it is?
Back- something obvious.
Scroll and scroll and scroll.
I look, nothing.
No big hair..
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The moon shone brightly
upon the serenity
of the gentle wave.
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The ruffles at her wrist
trigger a cascade of crawling
itches up her arm.
She scratches her wrist,
carefully balancing her cigarette
..
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The wind dancing along the nerves of my fingertips-
that swaying wind, lifted my hair to greet the humid summer
moon.
Just teenagers, living ou..
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People
always ask me how I can write so many poems, poems for fun in fact. To be
honest, I don’t think that is a very complicated question..
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