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A late fall morningI looked outside,birds were dying,some lying in my grassothers in and nearthe shallows.
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listened
into the conch
of his eyes
underneath convergence
of contrail planes -
woeful notes
of a dirge
glided downwind
allayed in nosegays
of wild flowers
What is it like to be a Brown, Indigenous Christian
It’s build that wall or you can’t be conservative
Their judgement is normative
To be a democrat you can’t have your own opinions
It slowly starts slithering its way through the land of corn
creating a momentum of fire as it rises, stretching its wings word for word
It becomes difficult for the mouth to catch up to the rhythm of my tongue
Degrated, ashamed, beaten down.
This could have leveled many.
Building a stonger self, leading the next generation.
Embodying the strong, indigenous, resiliency.
Survival is in our DNA.
Make the change.
Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak.
Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry.
My slam coaches and judges tell me
That I mumble too much
Something about how I speak when I’m on stage
I have this almost drawl
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I become the words on the page
The words that cling on to my chapped lips are now seen
They are now heard through
Women in the Web by Kari Barge
Things have changed
We may not be burned at the stake
But we are forced to fake…
There was a man who ventured off
to pillage and to rape
Gluttons had consumed their home
though
they left not to escape
Greeted on the shore by people he called lovely
My breath releases cosmic realities, dances with our collective senses.
My feet sweep across the skin of Mother Earthas my back is caressed by the songs of Father Sun.
