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Sarah Salako May 2016
Say it.
Say it before I do,
Because if I do.
Your worst dreams will come true...
Ha!
Oh please don't mind me,
I'm laughing at your insolence,
You never heed my words,
The are like white noise in the darkness yet you never see them,
They are the white light at the end of the tunnel but you never reach for them,
My words are honest and true,
All I speak is the truth,
So say IT,
"...I want freedom"
"Good. That's it"
This is a poem for everyone to interpret in their own way. I really hope you enjoy it
Sarah Salako May 2016
If you want me to be the one,
Then I won't be...
If you don't I will be on you as a hurricane to land,
I am not an acquisition,
I am your plague that you will love for all of your days,
Dazed... Confused I understand nothing,
Yet everything makes sense,
But we've still forgotten,
I will come unannounced. Unknown. Irrelevant.
But you will surrender to this ailment.
I love you my dear.
Sarah Salako Mar 2016
My cup is half empty,
His is half full,
Mine is full of forgotten dreams-

He stole mine too,
His voice was my siren at sea,
So I drew nearer knowing full well,
He won't hesitate to sink me,
And he does killing me softly,
The fugees forsaw my fate,
I'm at his beck and call-

Won't he let me go.
Let. Me. Fall
My poems are never whole
Sarah Salako Mar 2016
Although I despair about the time we shared,
I just can't hate you-
For you gave me confidence to chase after the wind,
Like a lullaby you are ever so sweet,
I hope some day in the future when we meet,
We can reminisce-
Youth is golden,
Just like time,
For the time we spent together,
I will forever adore you.
Sarah Salako Nov 2014
What does black history month mean to me,

Slavery and freedom,

A race fighting for equality,

The rusted chains and blood stained whips,

Over 400 years of this abominable cycle,

Love thy neighbor the words silenced in the bible,

I have a dream,

The dream that came true,

But only through the spilt blood of the innocent,

Their families left singing the blues,

Black history month is a month of the forgotten truth,

How one man's greed became a nation's nightmare,

And how we as humans must dream of freedom and equality too.

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