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birdy May 2022
I briefly reminisce
of that moment of bliss
when she touched my lips
and we were tied at the hip

then torn apart
my poor heart
was vandalized
like despised art
birdy Oct 2021
Vibrancy is a gift
one that can leave you left adrift
such benevolence creates a rift
a mind has made a shift
birdy Jun 2022
Mellifluous red noises
flow out from a violin like arm
with a bow of steel
and a song of death
birdy Feb 11
I have been waiting
to live

for so long.
I forget
I'm already here.
War
birdy Mar 2022
War
Eyes stinging,
Ears ringing,
Children clinging.
birdy May 2022
the whole valley
blended into a sea of black
stark to the starry blue sky
the mountains are the waves
I am only a water bug
birdy May 2022
The river churned the boy and his boat
into a fine butter
birdy Apr 2022
Here I lay in summer's wake.
But truly,
I died that day
out at the bay.
birdy May 2021
Dripping-- leaving trails of satin misery upon fair skin.
Pools of shallow reflect the monstrosity I've become.
birdy Jan 2022
the warmth in your words
now barren.
birdy May 2022
eyes a steely blue
skin a bone white
the lights red and blue
the air taut and tight
my fathers skin is brown
mine is fair and white

the white man calls the fuzz
the neighbors are a buzz
the man reported kidnap
feels just like a slap
we've been caught
in the white man's trap
birdy May 2022
only a quarter
my roots go back shorter
my fourth diminished
by history left unfinished

others blame
saying you’re ashamed
they want that quarter to know fame
they care for your ethnic name

but your skin is still fair
all is white except your hair
and you don't get stares
but your father does --- its so unfair
I am 75% European and 25% African. Many people either dismiss my African quarter entirely, or focus on it too much --- pretending as if I am not white passing. Growing up with a mixed father who looks distinctively African children said many strange things to me. Many people thought I was adopted or called me a grey baby, and insulted my only African feature --- my curly hair. Non-black people felt comfortable enough with me to discuss their racism, and basically ask for reassurance or forgiveness.
birdy May 2024
To get
my mind
to understand
my soul.
birdy Apr 2022
is but a frame,
one that leads to places you cannot be
hanging them above you--
but just to see.
the window is my enemy.
birdy Apr 2022
"you know no one likes you, right?"
The girls stared,
one with malice,
the other with pity.
birdy Aug 2022
I feel like white wooden window sills
birdy May 2022
her love was everything I knew
until the world recognized her worth
and she was ripped away from me
I don't wish for her
I wish to be worthy of her
birdy Feb 2021
Sometimes they yell,

"WORTHLESS!"

And I listen,
Because

"Listening is the polite thing to do."
birdy Jun 2022
we are waves clashing,
to a pinnacle
from which we either fall into each other,
or
veer away.

and we both know,
what I want.
birdy Apr 2022
A soul's vacant shell,
under newly upturned soil.
birdy Jan 2022
Birds calling to one another
Weaving a web of whistles
birdy Apr 2021
"Love is leverage."

Now I'm left longing.
birdy Apr 2022
The building was consumed with the eerie presence of death,
Not only the seniors who had all but their mouths in the grave,
but also the souls of the children who once walked these halls.
The children, who unlike the current residences, had long lives ahead of them.
Now they lie in graves, unmarked, unrecognized, uncared for.
While the descendants of those who had killed them, are cared for on the very same land.

— The End —