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Tianna Jacquez Mar 2017
Your body is your canvas.
As you get older,
you will create multiple,
different sets of color.
From the many different shades,
of life.
God, or whoever our creator must be,
gave us each individual paintbrushes
to use to create the uniqueness of ourselves.
To be a completely similar yet,
different variety of canvases
amongst the other pieces of Art that walk the universe.
I see my chance to be happy
              walking ahead of me
But there is a possibility  ,
                that I might get hurt.
Should I run behind
                or should not risk it
This dilemma runs in mind
                               and my thoughts aren't kind
Freedoms Cost

His eyes they told a story
Of a man who gave his soul
Not a word was ever spoken
No lies were ever told

I remember him so clearly
As all the people passed him by
He sat there on the sidewalk
With sadness in his eyes

He held a simple cardboard sign
That he wanted all to see
Hoped we could remember him
For the way he used to be

He didn't ask for money
Not for feelings of dispaire
Would fight today like he did then
For the freedom we declare

A veteran of the many wars
That allow us to stay free
With a sign that read I fought for you
Will you please now fight for me


**Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
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  Mar 2017 Tianna Jacquez
Gidgette
I am but a courtesan,
Mistress
***** of the moon
As are you
Though you deny this
Your denial, makes it ever more true
Promiscuous beings,
We
Dwellers of The flesh
Wearing a tant amount,
of lies and morals
As babies blankets
While our flesh
prays pleasure
And our eyes
Hold lies
Living under black rainbows
and broken hearts
Loose tongues and
tight spots
Our lot

Courtesans
We

Me~A
It was only about
an hour
into our first date
that he told me
my eyes were the ocean.

It was even sooner
that I knew
his were the shore
I would always return to.
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