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 Dec 2017 Inkveined
Melissa S
I may have forgotten some things about you
but there are some things I could never forget
They are ingrained in all I do...
I wear green as much as I can
It's my favorite color because it shows
off my green eyes that I inherited from you
You always said my eyes and smile are my best features
I can still see your long legs in the bathtub
Bent in like a happy frog just trying to relax
Yet you still had time for a conversation with me
I wish I would have inherited those long legs of yours :)
I wash my face with nozema
because when I smell it I think of you
When Christmas comes around I buy Andes
chocolate mints and make spice tea
because they both remind me of you
As long as I live and breathe
you will always be remembered
I love and miss you always ~ Dear Mama
Merry Christmas
Could never forget my Mama especially this time of year so wanted her to know I was thinking of her... always ❤️
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
cder
Slavery
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
cder
what was it like?  
Being ripped away from    
the only place you ever knew,  
the place you grew up in, what you called home.  
In a ship cramped between foreign people.  
Bones,  both yours and theirs, protruding,  
digging into your sides.  
Did this scare you?

How did it feel?  
Your neck, ankles, wrists chained.  
Your body binded to others  
who suffered the same fear of this unkown.
Frozen, immobile, confined to this state,
Uncertainty lacing the air
Your lungs filling with dread  
How did you breathe?  

what was it like?
arriving somehwere new,
completely different and obscure  
where you would be stripped of being yourself  
where your name and beliefs would not matter  
where you were judged by appearance  
and your abilities.
Did you know this?  

How did it feel?
Doing what they wanted  
Having no control of your life  
Being defenceless to them using you  
Them placing their hands where they should not be  
Sold as if you were an object  
Treated like animals  
Did that break you?  

What was it like?  
When they took them away  
without even a second glance.
as if they werent your most prized possession.  
as if your blood did not run through their veins  
When he said the boy was not his  
and refused to raise him  
Did that hurt you?  

How did it feel  
To be considered a slave?
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
cder
Many have told me that I am either too young to write,
or too inexperienced.
"How can you write when it isn't from what you've done?"
Well, that's the beauty of writing isn't it?
I have all the power.
I have control over all the words I put down,
I am the master of scenarios,
I am their maker.
The first thing I fell in love with when I started messing around with writing was the manipulation. I loved the ability I seemed to have. The idea that I could change me having eaten something to me having had the best day. The thrill of using different words to change the feeling of a scene, or poem. Manipulation is how i am neither too young nor too inexperienced.
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
Lauren Leal
"There's so much I have to say, but maybe another day"
He walked the beach
this man of old,
his treasures never
were made of gold.

The love of his life
was long since dead,
remembering her
he bowed his head.

He missed his love
oh, so very much,
longing for her
sweet tender touch.

Yet filled with happiness
for he knew that he,
would hold her again
in eternity.
~
Inspired by Pagan Paul's
A Love Beyond https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2272054/a-love-beyond/
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
Solomon
You are a dove,
I am a raven,
All that you love,
I have forsaken,

I was ready for your love,
but your white I was scared to taint
I'm just scared to dive,
deep into your life.
You were my dove,
I was your raven.
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