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The West

The West

My finger tips are blue.
My voice silenced by the rolling of wheels.
The wind cascades through the peaking tents, our temporary home.
It is thick, but not enough to hold for the daggering night.
My doubt seems to overpower me.
The tiny specs of food left on the plate scream out:
ā€œWith this last spoonful goes our last hopeā€.
I ignore.
Trust in the west they say
But what if the stars are showing me another direction.
Big men with big machines surely will save us.
The big men with shiny cars will help.
But why do they drive past?
I look around me.
Am I invisible?
Does the skin I wear block out all the struggles my soul seems to seek?
I ignore.
" I trust in the west. "Ā I say
As the last specs of food left on my plate flies away with the wind.

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Tony Taylor

Some great phrasing here SYLVIA!!....... food seems scarce...... and you've made your point well.....ALL STARS!!....... I'll be watching out for your stuff!!........ you have a gift with words!!......... smiles......T xo. ?āœ³āœ“ā˜€

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Nine Eleven

the tables will turn, food will become scarce for the west.

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B Kins

What goes around comes around xx

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Nancy Mcgowin

Sylvia-

I really loved this, it was deep, and direct, I could feel the struggle in my mind.

Very nice.

Best Wishes,

Nancy

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Samira B

I could feel every single word .thanks

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Lorna

This is a brilliant piece, I very much enjoyed

Very thought provoking

Lorna

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