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 Dec 2016 Misty Meadows
Rj
"Sleep"
 Dec 2016 Misty Meadows
Rj
This feels funny
But it's better
Than feeling depressed
Well
 Nov 2016 Misty Meadows
Tab
i haven't left my bed in almost 2 days
the blankets keep me sheltered and safe
there's love in these blankets
here i am free to be me
free to be black
free to be gay
just free
there is no one telling me to "go pick cotton" or to "get to the back of the bus"
i'm allowed to love who i want without worrying someone is going to throw a brick at me
there are no slurs in here
i'm free
*i'm safe
will i have to stay in my bed for 4 years just to be safe?
America, I cannot close my eyes
Nor sheathe my skin color-
Which is that of which she was
Built upon-
Which was that where my ancestors
Were left under supremacists.

Look out and see the restless
Peoples rising with tides
Flourishing under nothing's banner,
How the planet has shrunken
Destroying proud origins
And lamenting the absence
Of patriotic diversity.

America I cannot look
Out in the wilderness of words
That cross this poet daily
And not fathom a poem that
Crosses borders and enigmatic
Skin tones, that water breaks
Itself upon the stone,
Yet blood would stain its surface,
Yes the sacrifice of fools.

I cannot close my eyes
Nor change my skin,
Here in the land of dreams
And the spinster's lamenting
Polishing blue and red tears.

America, much angst is flowing
From open wounds from yesterday
And tomorrow that comes crashing
At the precipice of dawn's early light.

I hear your pain America,
I watch with a selfish pride
At the pain we share,
The differences that unite us,
The words that explode in freedom,
Your stars are not lost
Upon the impenetrable sky.

In your depths you are one,
In the bitter difference of eachother
Filled with children and uncertainties,
We shall not fall gently.....

America, I cannot close my eyes,
I see the beauty of our nation,
America I cannot change my skin,
Nor would I care to.

America, beautiful mutilated rose,
I am convicted as a patriotic
Fool,
America I cannot close my eyes....

America, I will not.
 Nov 2016 Misty Meadows
nivek
Russia
 Nov 2016 Misty Meadows
nivek
we were advised to cower under our kitchen tables in the 80s
if we heard the nuke warning claxon ( which by the way they tested every other week)
But in reality we might just as well sat at the table and shared a last meal,
you know, we had to get real at quite a young age. This whole nuke thing gave us an outlook that penetrated all the ******* we were fed. Something of an unforeseen consequence of the cold war. I faced the Russians in northern Germany, what we hoped to stop was an army the size of which we would have had no chance. Russia, that great nation seemed to have come to its senses, but now I am not so sure.
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