Hopes

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My 3 boys and I

My boys, my life

08/09/2020
MY 3 boys and i

3 miracles,
3 blessings,
3 gifts in life.
3...

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My special mother

My mother whos not blood related

My special mother

My special mother
You did not give birth to me
but you took me in just like I was your kin...

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Unbelievable

Unbelievable

The one question I was asked
“ why now?” Why not years ago?
Thing is it’s not something I...

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THE CHILDREN

The children don't mind
they reach up in anticipation
raise eager hands towards the sun...

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Long for the Spring

Long for the Spring

I wish for the spring
to come and grow it’s flowers,
covering the hurt and hopeless
...

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magic fountain...

(I'd rather go blind)

magic fountain...

magic fountain, I was told your fountain is magic
a world of treasure shimmering from beneath...

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Get Your Stuff Ready

Get Your Stuff Ready

They told me: 'Get your stuff ready,'
because the kingdom of God is at hand;
we were in a...

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Untitled

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Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies

Let me hide my sorrow behind glitter and paint
I will be pretty with my hair and make up
My...

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Flying Colors

Flying Colors

So ugly
so fat
how horrid
it's sloppy movement
Destructively
chewing it'...

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Green

I like the color green, it’s the color of hope and dreams that I never had. The dandelions that always fly...

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Redemption

Redemption

The spring air blows softly into my eyes
And capture each moment in remembrance,
To make my...

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Aftershock

Aftershock

Buried beneath this junkyard

Beyond the rusted vehicles and appliances:

rickshaws filled...

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Vanessa Jones?

Vanessa Jones?

Superficially she shone like the morning sun
But inwardly & hid from all her friends
was...

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Love Letter

Hold to hope my darling, hold to those moments our souls intermingled like the fingers of our hands....

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Unrequited Heart

Unrequited Heart

Her eyes may not enjoy the sight of you,

Her ears may close at the sound of you,

Her own...

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In response.

I was born in January, a Wednesday afternoon,
(flowers had wilted, I was born to bloom)

I...