Friends.

Friends.

A Poem by Asante
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Peace.

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I have friends

who’ve made friends of

everything I’ve ever wanted.


Still, they’re overcome by the

shrugged shoulder, the druggy

halfway hug, the fading smile.


Why would I want to live on

that side of the city? Rich urine

falling from a sun-facing balcony.


Hanging brown necks from a

noose, human chandeliers. Burn the

world down in a whiff of runny candle wax.


All I ask for is peace. All I ask for is that

we all want the same thing. Dissolve walls

down to fragments of understanding.


Feeling out of place being the

one; claustrophobia being a zero.

Decimals, commas, outgrow heroes.


Decibels honor the loudest of us. I find

myself silently penning choruses. I have

friends who’ll never hear of me.

© 2019 Asante


Author's Note

Asante
I am likely leaving this site. Life calls!

If need be, please feel free to message me for ways in which we can keep in-touch. If not, it has been a blast the last few years, reading all of your incredible, heartfelt, fun literary works. Thank you for sharing them with me, as well as engaging my own work.

Peace. Health. Happiness. Youth (in spite of age). Compassion (no matter what). Love.
Take care, Writer's Cafe!

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Well, well. I imagime that this perfectly encapsulates our (those of us “condemned” by the “blackness” of our skin) world. Our home, the place where we live but from whence, long since, we’ve been cordoned, subject to the audacity of those who at one time mangled, and prodded at swinmging corpses of our ancestors in a spectacle. Bravo!

Posted 3 Years Ago


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The same old, smooth poetic words. Love it like I have always. I couldn´t help it but check out your page before life calls me back too.
Take care.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I write for pleasure and I read for pleasure. I do not want to become famous. Maybe I am more Salinger than Hemingway.
"Decibels honor the loudest of us. I find
myself silently penning choruses. I have
friends who’ll never hear of me."
I have loved your work for many years. I use a few sites. I hope I can motivate more to write and create. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


There's always two sides...we choose which to believe and where to live...we can let the loudest decibels control...or we can stand and say enough is enough. Ill miss your writings Asante.


Posted 5 Years Ago



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