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 Sep 2020 Tashenia Haughton
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peaceful suspension
faithful gravity suspends
tranquility falls
We grew apart;
With bruises in our hearts.
We were fated;
To be separated.
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c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en,
t h e   k i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den;  
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  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my queen,
depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
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Love is a tragedy!
i cannot recall specific dates
my memories live in the songs i listened to on repeat in the long nights
replaying them now to bring me back,
romanticizing my life as if it was some cinematic masterpiece
i try to hard to just hold on to the past but the past no longer exists in the present
When I despair of my country
And it's terrible hypocrisy

I listen to its music
And dream we can break free
Take away these brick and stones,
that we seek shelter in.
Take away the promises you once
pacified us all with.
Take away the blue skies above us,
and replace it with grey clouds.
Take away the land that your fraudulent
minds apparently amass.
Take away the nature which grew
it's roots deep into our souls.
Take away our property, wealth and trophies
that still reek of our sweat of ages.
Take away the media that we see
and blindfold her with injustice.
Take away but you can never take the soul
that keeps this land alive.
Take away but you can never take the knowledge
of your people.
Take away but you can't wipe the smile off
our children of soil.
Take away but we don't forgive nor forget.
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
I came,
You saw,
I smiled,
And you fell,
   In love…
September 2020
I am getting addicted to you
I am getting subjected to you
My heart stops anytime i see you
Where is the love doctor?
O, no i think i am love sick
Darling where are you?
O, no i just caught love in the air
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