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 Nov 2014 Nadia DeLevea
Elyse Lee
You're so bad for me
But I seem to believe you're so good for me
The one that's not afraid to hurt me is the one I want for me.

I run from you when I'm hurt by you but run to you when I am beat down by the world

Your the one I can't stand the most
Your the one I love the most
To those who protest on why they should say the word *****
Unfollow me

To those whose heart does not mourn over an innocent life of POC
Unfollow me

To those who yell "go back to Africa"
Unfollow me
if you cannot comprehend that your ancestors where not here first

To those who fail to understand their white privilege
Unfollow me

To those who scream out "what about black on black crime"
Unfollow me
If you're blind to the multiple genocide your people create and label as "war"

To those who simply choose to ignore this injustice
Unfollow me for no action at all is the greatest injustice of all
The last of my kind
There’ll be no more after me
I’m a flightless bird
With useless wings
Dumb and wild and free
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

On display
In my solitary incarceration
I pace in circles
So the camera will see
Look at my stripes fade
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

I had no fear of anyone
‘til you got ahold of me
The moon shone through the trees
A spotlight in my final serenade
No brothers left
And there’ll be no more after me

This poem has been a product of the combined efforts of myself and the lovely prrtybrd
 Nov 2014 Nadia DeLevea
daisies
I have seen the wonders of the world
in a month of new experience.
I have let people in for a change.

I have met the kindest, most helpful angel
on a road trip off to nowhere.
Too gentle for his own good.

I have felt the warmth of laughter
in the ladies' room while having a smoke.
I was walking on clouds.

I have heard the focused, resonating silence
amidst spaces in a study room.
A pin dropped.

I have seen the sad, the happy,
the lonely, the mighty,
the inferior, the hustle,
the coziness, and the wind.

I have seen it all, my love,
and still I remain unimpressed.
 Nov 2014 Nadia DeLevea
Janor
Some moments are not to be captured
not in a photo
not in a story
not anywhere
Some moments should only live in a memory
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