Her powerful grace, and her torrent of waves-
They collapse me onto my scarred knees,
bearing my head down low, submerging it beneath the surface.
She somehow willingly heals my past scars, and as she does,
gives me a warning that future ones may hurt just the same.
With bated breath, my mouth breaches the barrier, and I tell her that as long as I don't drown alone, I'm willing to take the risk.

"please don't,"
i plead as i send the text message,
my hand was shaking,
my mind filled with worries

my vision was filled with clouds;
all of them had rain that were ready to fall
i choked a sob as you texted me what you did
"what kind of friend am i?"

how could something so innocent,
be so deadly?
a piece of metal, made for cutting paper,
has somehow made itself for cutting your skin

the once silver of the sharp edge,
has now been stained by red.
the red of your blood,
that i desperately told you not to spill

"please don't,"
"i'm sorry, but you can't stop me,"
"i can at least try,"
i tried, but i failed

now you live with scars,
that fill your left arm
scars i try to prevent
but i failed to do so

By: Cedric McClester

Is it duplicity
That I detect?
Which confounds
The average intellect
When families are treated
With such disrespect
They say It’s not the aim
But it’s the affect

Families are forcefully
Separated
Is it any wonder why
America is hated
Even though they say
Our president is elated
His immigration policy
Needs to be debated

South Americans
Seeking asylum
Come to these shores
To escape the violence
Only to be criminalized
For their reliance
On the American dream
Which for them is silenced

Could it be
The color of their skin,
That works against
Them getting in?
If not why then ?
Because it’s a sin
To be in the predicament
They find themselves in




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

You were my friend
My best friend
We saw the same
Thought the same
Loved the same
That was the problem.
When they came
I loved them
More then most
But you did too
They chose you
Without knowing,
My heart was breaking
The two people I loved most
Ripping my soul apart
I still love you both
But my love is a little broken
Just like me