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 Dec 2015 Ianna Gayle
Patty James
I stole a star tonight
And the sky expelled me from the galaxy.
I stole quick recovery,
I stole wealth for the Body,
Mind and Soul.
And this, embroidered in words,
I stole for you, Mom.
I share this poem that was written for me when I wasn't feeling well. Many thanks to Kitaka Alex, my loving "son" in Kampala, Uganda.
Today I had a dream,
I was in my father's house,
He told me to burn the money,
And something else...

Then I woke up hard and fast,
Nervous about what he had said.
Was it his ghost I spoke to last?
Then I realized he wasn't actually dead,

Just in a hospital bed.
One day, she’ll write a book,
A book that will influence thousands
For years to come.

One day, she’ll pour her heart out
For all the world to see
And touch the hearts of
Those who feel alone.

One day, a young girl will open that book
And realize the world isn’t so bad.
She’ll grow up with hope
Despite all the bad she sees.

One day, a young boy will read that book
And experience a brand new world,
One where his mother speaks to him
And his dad doesn’t beat him every night.

One day, she’ll make people happy.
Mistakes i should have made
I see results unfurl
But the problem is they don't include me...
you should have told him
i should have
you should have tried
i thought i did
you should have went on a limb
I could have
well...
*it's too late.
There is a state called love
It swirls and pulls you down
You want it then you don’t
Confused you stare above
accompanied my father to a massage center
i saw these people wearing orange shirts
some are looking down, some left, some right
i didn't have the idea, i didn't know

how much is this
it's fifty

that moment i knew, i saw, i heard, i felt
that these people have the darkest days of their lives
that there are black blankets covering their eyes
they are blind men, i leaned down, i prayed

two kids ran inside the center
daddy do you want to eat?
no son, i still need to work here
but daddy you're not yet eating since 12 pm
i have to work son, go get your mother

i don't know what to feel
perhaps these kids are just six or eight
they are so young, yet so brave
i don't know what to feel, it's just sad

at that moment i realized
that within these two eyes i am lucky
i am blessed
we are blessed

we see the sun rise and set
we see how the clouds look like and how they move
we see the birds fly high, we see the colors around us
but some don't appreciate it

at that moment i realized
i realized that i was more blind than them
because i never saw the beauty of appreciation
i never knew that i have more than black blankets than them


because i was blind
because we were blind

*b.a
in courtesy of the blind men. by the way, your feedback are appreciated!
when will you ever sneak out
in my hello poetry
so that you'll know how i feel
with you and between us

*b.a
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