Tag meaningful poems
Black skin is now specimen
for shooting practice
by white skins who think
it wise to destroy
the devil -in black-
for shooting practice
by white skins who think
it wise to destroy
the devil -in black-
We didn’t beg to be broken
into breaking news
scattered into lobes of
juicy stories on CNN, BBC
like propitiatory kolanuts
Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore.
Is it wrong that I still long to belong?
To share every care and touch your hair?
To pillow fight, fly a kite, hold me tight,
whisper secrets in the dark, swing in the park?
Words are just letters on paper
twenty-six figures muddled together,
pieced until satisfaction is complete.
twenty-six figures muddled together,
pieced until satisfaction is complete.
Words are nature with no sound,
for how can we appreciate the warbler’s song
when we do not listen to the lyrics?
We may breathe the same air
but not the same lungs
hold the same blood
but speak different tongues
but not the same lungs
hold the same blood
but speak different tongues
we cry the same tears
and wash the same pains
but we are not one
and yet here we remain.
