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Dreams, you hollow, heartless, callous creatureDark, twisted land of human mind you dwellYou create corrupt wants, turn us impureDrag us not to your vile,…
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Friendship withers like a flag in a violent storm on the beachIt begins to tear into small pieces of worthless cloth floating through the air aloneand…
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I am a tree; My leaves, the shifting thoughts in my brain My roots, the place I am bound to earth And my strength against winds of time, Let everyone else…
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Housing the memories of past injuriesThey lie against the grey wallNot in use…….at the momentJust waiting for the right time to jump inAnd be the hero…
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All I hear—the pounding sound of leather on wood,the smooth as silk swoosh of the ballgoing in the basket that drowns out the cheering crowd.This is…
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MeaningAfter Glenn Ligon’s Untitled artwork at the Blanton Museum of ArtWriting is hard,shimmery words,glittering syllables,and can be…
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A blurof lines and shapeswhirled togetherto make somethingI can’t understanda mixtureabcdeLettersmarchingto say somethingI can’t understandThey don’t line…
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I am from a ragdoll,from “act like a girl” and a rundownneighborhood park,from cake on holidaysfrom “don’t give up”and “you need to try it first before…
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Read by Rebecca McInroyJust a little boy,Four years old,Sitting on the living room floor,Criss-cross applesauce,He holds two wooden kitchen…
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Read by Rebecca McInroyThink, catechists.Watch, oracles.The vanishing sky is suppressing you.The pathetic lake is flooding you.Yet you dress…