SpookA Poem by Annette Jay Sweeneyit's tricky tricky trickyYou’re my little Spook. Watch you gallop around, chasing dreams dancing in the air. Maybe you have an imagination strong enough to conjure butterflies out of nothing, matter coming from matter. Jump up, stand your ground, yell to me that you’re big, rough, and tough! Cry the songs of your black brothers, singing on the wings of the dead. Piercing yellow eyes disappear in ebony pupils so wide they swallow me. My tough little boy, I’m sorry your daddy named you Spook because you’re black, but I’m not
racist, you’re just a Halloween cat! © 2010 Annette Jay SweeneyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnnette Jay SweeneyIDAboutReading and writing have always provided a loving escape for me, but both are now taking on a more serious level. I thrive on reading others' work and helping them to improve, while also depicting my .. more..Writing
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