loss

Pain, Death, Loss and Love

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Death

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Emotional Poems
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indirect direction

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This piece was written in response to the documented history of the statue of liberty and a photograph that reminds me that there were several casts and models made before the US accepted the one that stands today. The earlier casts were of undeniably african women, but was buffered to look egyptian in order to be accepted and not seen as the taunt that it was originally intended as. It caused me to reflect on the plight of my people, who were slaves at the time and have been fighting for a freedom that this country was supposedly built upon using them as laborers while in bondage. How can we ask as americans for a freedom that we refused our own inhabitants in one way or another until this day? i am just saying... do i believe i am held down by 'the man'? no, nothing holds me, but i am the exception....

When the fire of life and passion burns out

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Poetry
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Dancing in the Rain

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My Love
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Listen to the Rain

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Love
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I was remembering Shakespeare, and wrote this... Enjoy

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