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 Jul 2016 m i a
princessv
Crumble
 Jul 2016 m i a
princessv
Anyone can leave your mind, but your heart . . .
 Jul 2016 m i a
AK93
Pieces XI
 Jul 2016 m i a
AK93
To be your only light in life drains me of all I have to shine bright
 Jul 2016 m i a
Bailey
Dreams
 Jul 2016 m i a
Bailey
rolling,
giggling,
laughing
'til
it
hurts
.
Pet
soft
hair,
stroke
soft
cheek,
kiss
chapped
lips

White
fluffy
sighs
.
Navy
deep
cuddles
.
These
things
I
only
wan­t
with
you
.
<3
dreams
 Jul 2016 m i a
K R W
Untitled
 Jul 2016 m i a
K R W
The worst part about growing up is seeing everyone else with the dreams you wanted.

K R W
 Jul 2016 m i a
jeffrey conyers
For every action, there's a reaction.
Some kind others seeking revenge satisfaction.
But at the end of the day when reality hits.
Many within the African American communities realizes another black mother cries.

No words of sympathy can ease her pain.
To be told or even witness her son going forever away.
Others cries, "all lives matters".
Without admitting certain groups gets less police attention.

Maybe cause they donate to the plate of their charities.
Or close friends with political connection.
But when you visit the reality of truth.
An a black male lies forever decease.
Many must admit another black mother cries.

No amount of sorry from those with rank.
Can make up to a mom hurt and pain.
We don't witness many white males getting killed.

It seems officers must kind when arresting them.

Rage and hate is two different words with different meaning.
And to a black mother neither means a lot during her crisis.
 Jul 2016 m i a
Cynthia Jean
poems

are like grapes

squeezed
from the winepress

of grief
and sorrow....


cj 2016
we live yet one more day to gain yet one more measure of compassion from our experiencial suffering...and to tell about it
 Jul 2016 m i a
Delaney
Small Town
 Jul 2016 m i a
Delaney
I'd rather walk
a city street;
where, at least,
the people passing do not
know my name,
much more than
I would enjoy
walking into
my local grocery store:
where I am
too visible.
You
are like
a
mummy
wrapped
in deceit
no matter
how many layers
we go down
just more
lies
and
I'm sick
to death
of
your stench
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