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ලොව වටා පැතිරෙයි
හිරු බැස යයි
කැළලක් ලෙසින්
අඳුර හා අරුණෝදය අතරින්
නැගෙනු බලව අර
රතු තරුවක්!
මේ කව, ලැංග්ස්ටන් හියුස්ගේ 'Lenin' නම් කවියේ පරිවර්තනයකි. ලැංග්ස්ටන් හියුස්, (James Mercer Langston Hughes/ 1901 -1967) අප්‍රිකානු අමෙරිකානු කවියා, වඩාත් ප්‍රසිද්ධ වූයේ හාලෙම් විරෝධතා ව්‍යාපාරයේ නායකයකු ලෙසයි.
Simone Dec 2020
The instructor said,

      Go home and write
      a page tonight.
      And let that page come out of you—
      Then, it will be true.

And so I sit here, mulling over this blank page and think.
What am I to say, what am I to share? Who am I?
Maybe I should start there?

I am a female, both a woman and a girl or somewhere in between.
I have lived for 21 years and some change, though I am not the same as most my age.
I like to listen to soft melodies, and drink hot beverages.
To stay (safe) inside and happy on most days. Read something, Watch something, maybe create.

I am me. A simple soul, but at the same time not.

Let me explain, don’t worry, it won’t be a lot.
I try...I try to be what I am taught, but trying to be who they want me to be, I’m at a loss.
Because you see, It’s difficult to strive for your dreams in this era, but that is just the way the world spins.
In truth I do not know who I am. Is the me that is seen, the me I believe myself to be? Or the person I try to be? If that makes any sense?
Though, I do believe that we are who we want ourselves to be. And in the end I have decided that all I am, is who I am perceived to be by you my peers and friends.

If you haven’t noticed yet, I think too much for my own good, I lied... I have a feeling this paper will be longer than it should.

One thing about me, is that I think about space a lot, because when I think about earth....
Y’know what...I’d rather not.

I’d like to love, but what I have seen and heard makes me hesitate,
It is up to my luck, or some say fate to find someone who can help me break down this barricade.

Anyway, I have a dilemma, across the street from my window right now is the Uno’s and I have this primal urge for a sweet dessert. Though I know I should not because the idea of going outside right now turns my stomach into a knot.

But hey, that’s just another Friday.

I do not know if this paper is what it was meant to be, but it is me. So In conclusion;
What should I say? Who am I?
Uno’s dessert might literally be to die for, what should I do?

Also, It’s a bit too late but I think I should have led with
“Hello, nice to meet you!”
I created this for an English class assignment modeled after a poem by by Langston Hughes. And so after thinking over it, I decided to share.
Tafuta Atarashī Aug 2019
No
song because
These are the kind of words
That no one sings.
This is a theme
we shouldn't repeat.
What we have is
Just a passing moment
Only a short poem
I hope you never see.

No.
There's nothing beautiful about this
Nothing beautiful about sin..
But you make it look so heavenly.
Tainted so my broken heart bleeds
Symphonies in every beat.

My
Every word's a sword.
Is it suicide then
When I tattoo myself with my pen;
Write my pain into permanence.
My late nights spent stuck in bed;
Yearning for a warmth that you never send.
I watch the coming dawn from the safety
Of my covers I-I-I'm tired from a sleepless night.
Happy that None can see me cry when the sunrise greets the new days sky
And I'm not feeling right
Cause I been left alone
To face a world
unknown

But
If I called you'd answer right?
If I text you when the moon's high,
And the darkness has settled,
And my mind meddles
With the idea of you,
You'd reply right?

If
I told you I need you…
Is that too desperate?
Rhetorical question
But I understand your objections
Of who I am.
For I now know
Know why the caged bird sang...
And why he fell silent.
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2019
Good gawd O' lawd
I can't hide it.

Suppose to be doing other things.
Here she go again
Showing her face.

She packed her bags.
Left before the door could close.
Left fa' anotha man.

Lawd A mercy
Here she is again.
Showing her face.

I can't hide it lawd.
Catching the door fo' it close.
Suppose to be doing other things.

Find these old receipts.
Piece my heart here and there.
Good lawd I hid it from ma' self

She claimin' she leavin'
Come back wondering round
Showing her face.
Lawd A mercy

Left before the door could close
Left fa' anotha man
Lawd A mercy
Here she go again

Here I go again
Catching the door fo' it close.
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2019
I want the seat closest to the window.
Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat
Ma'am if you don't mind,
could you please scoot down
while I take my seat.
My feet are tired.
I have been standing on this concrete all day.
Almost sleep on my feet,
The same problems exist at the front of the bus
just as the back.
If you could see past me, you'd see.
Yet you turn your nose and grab your purse.
All I want is a seat to rest my feet.
Lay my head back and dream.
I don't want to wear your chains today.
The chains used to justify what you see on the news.
How you can't see anything past me.
How you've wrapped me in chain from shoulder to feet.
You don't try to hide your look,
I can feel the heat on the back of my neck.
How you pick and choose what you like,
There is no difference between you nor I,
Except color,
Other than gender.
You watch me from the corner of your eye while I take my seat.
There once was a time when I'd have no choice but to sit in the back.
Now that I take my seat in the front you move to the back
A look of disgust across your face.
Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat.
Ma'am if you could,
would you please scoot down
While I take my seat.
All I want is a seat beside the window without having to explain why
I want to sit this close to the window
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2019
Lord oh lord,
Lord oh lord
Between heaven & stars,
Clouds near & far


Turn down the stars
Turn down the stars
I gots ta' find my loves heart.
A light that shines bright.


Through prayer & bent knees.
Bent knees and loose shoe strings.
I look but can't find
My loves heart.


These old shoe strings
stumbling, falling
Looking up at the stars
Clouds near and far


These old loose shoe strings
These old loose shoe strings.
Lord if you can
I gots ta' find my loves heart
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2019
Put me to sleep
I says put me back to sleep
and lock the door


I got some place to be
Got someones to see.


You can't understand
You surely can't understand


I needs to dream my same dream
I needs to dream my same dream I says


This old life does me no good
My eyes, they need to be closed I says.


Finds me a woman I met sometime last night


No madder how I tell it,
You can't understand this thang I know fo' certain.


I says put me back to sleep
I says put me back to sleep
Can't you see
I got some place to be
Got someones to see
Danielle Jun 2018
The night is dramatic
Awash in silver and black.
Without the stars
The full moon glows,
Singing to you, lullabies
To ease those skulking dreams.
A poem written as a kind of response to Quiet Girl by Langston Hughes

I would liken you
To a night without Stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

-Langston Hughes
Kewayne Wadley May 2018
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
Tieran Nickel Mar 2017
Equality
Has to be served
Gifted
'Cause it is deserved.

America is a place
To express
The emotions you face.
Inspired by "Democracy" by Langston Hughes
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