Category: Poetry
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After
They kept us in the dark;covered so we would not be afraid,Rules to governbecause they knew without the walls we would roam free,right over the edge and noteven see the danger;not believe it was there.But now the walls are eroded,pocked full of holes,no longer sustaining the shield.Freedom feels like exposure,Uncertainty,Limitless troubles.Can we go back to […]
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Keep Quiet
Tear the complaint apart, Like junk mail. Before it breaths life. into words, Whips up substance, into choking dust, irritating wind. That creeps into peace. Separates. Divides. Better to be, Silent.
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Personhood
A lump of clay, That reveals, After being prodded, And pressed upon, Pushed, And stretched, Resistance turned, Pliable, Amorphous yielded to, Shape, Placed upright, As it was meant to be, A work of Art.